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 Dec 2016
Nelize
she*  lives  in  the  air,  the  foot  and  wheel-­driven  earth
her  beauty  in  the  breath  over  ­seas,  hurricanes,  tornadoes
the  boiling  hearth  in  rocky  mountains
her  mental  toil  all  over  the  earth's  soil­
in  words

she  is  a  writer,  her  soul  goes­  everywhere
where  she  has  written*
her  imagination  travels  with  you  everywhere
once  she  falls  in  love  with  you
you  will  never  die

she  is  a  writer
crickets  and  stars,  beetles  and  sun
her  wor­ds  of  love  have  spun
its  web  around  you
you  will  never  be  free  from  her  presence
­her  words  are  everywhere
this  is  she,  the  ­writer.

dropped  on  trees  of  paper
spilled  in  rivers  of  tears
exhaled  in  a  hungry  yet  appetite-free  breath­
as  her  fingers  bleed  that  heart  felt  emoti­on
on  the  next  note
she'll  be  a  fine  line ­ between  ******  and  memory
a  literal  pint  of  dopamine
she  might  one  day  only  be  a  memory

her  starry  starry  dream  for  ears  out  ther­e -
stepping  foot  marks  on  the  hearts  of  many­  around  the  world -
being  omnipresent  in  literature
to  all  who  need  a  pint  of  literature  do­pamine.

© Nelize 2016
She is everywhere. Where her mind goes, there she is present. She is everywhere in this world where her mind takes her. The inability to escape imminent heart ache in this world drives her imagination to places that heal her heart. An imagination gifted to her by her Creator, to help conquer the pain in this world. That writer is me.
 Dec 2016
Doug Potter
These winter days go one by one
and seldom does much happen;

yesterday my cat murdered and ate
a chickadee on the deck and the blood

and snow mixture left a pattern
similar to what a painting of

Vincent Van Gogh’s severed ear
might look like on fresh linen.

I let the killer inside, she licked
her paws--curled on my lap.
 Dec 2016
brandon nagley
Amiss am I, awry I be, with thought's not of this sphere, O' how I thinkest of the real me. The real me with none dermis, the reality of none colored blood. I'm katharí psychí;
Of the empyrean love.

Wherein the substance and materials aren't bought, nor sold; I'm sick of the greed, the wantonness, that makes monsters out of men.

I've experienced wantonness, though verily it doesn't please me, I've tasted Lust's, and lust conceives sin;
Sin leadeth to death.

Lord Almighty, protect me from the demon's that never rest, nor do they sleep;

They art witty, unforgiving, they make men's heart's their places to eat and invest.

Renew me Yahweh in this mortal stress, keep mine eye's on thee; O'
Mighty king.

Free me of mine burdens;
And mine restlessness.

Let thine light,
Overshadow me.

© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry
Amiss- not as things should be( in other words"out of place".
awry -crooked, out of proper order (pronounced 'a-wry')
None- means ( no) old form.
Dermis-the skin.
katharí psychí- means ( pure love) Greek dialect.
empyrean-belonging to or deriving from heaven.
Thinkest- second form of (think).
Wherein- in which.
wantonness-always being in want. Wanting everything, yet never wanting to give anything to anyone'.
Verily'- truly.
Leadeth- leads.
Art-are
Witty- showing or characterized by quick and inventive verbal humor..
Thee-you.
Yahweh'+ God's name in Hebrew.
Mine- my.
Chariot brimful of **Gold
Horse drawn from a realm of
Rainbows for us to Hold.
Ivory tower of felicity that culminate in
Stunning memories to be told
Till the sun to the skies toils no more, and
Moon's iredescence secrets doth unfold,
And all Heaven's mighty effulgent
Stars  undress no more us to behold.


©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
19th December 2016
Fact that I walked down the isle to work, that special day might find me not here but please allow me take use of this golden happenstance to wish everyone a Merry Christmas in advance :-)
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