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 May 2015
Cat Fiske
And he wanted to join,
"the living poets society,"
because it was a club I was in,
and he wanted to hear my poems at my own will,
and write some of his own,
And he wanted to do it,
so he could get close to me,

*But isn't that one thing they argued about,
in the movie?
Just something I talked to my sweet about last night
 May 2015
Dr Zik
I remain happy on gains
I become sad on losses
all these reflect me
as I'm human
you are silent
I'm worried
you are one of two
God or Savage
 May 2015
Dhaye Margaux
Yesterday, I told myself
Let us conquer the world with our love
I thought it was about you and I alone
But I am too blessed already
With the love you give to me
I want to make you feel how I feel
How I want to give everything
But we should not keep this love for ourselves
We both have great hearts
Why don't we share this to the world?
Let us conquer this world with love
Only love, my dear
Let us tell them so that they may  know
And may learn from us
That true love means equality
Between man and woman
No age, no race, no face
Our hearts have their own eyes to see
That's how love should be
To my precious husband <3 <3 <3
 May 2015
Mercurychyld
Floating from moment
to moment,
the red balloon
travels through and past
every phase of life,
never staying long
in one spot.

It was made for this
purpose;
to fly and soar
in the atmosphere,
wandering, observing
and wildly free.

At times, it longs
for an anchor
to hold onto for a while
and be still.

It knows no other way.
Always alone,
even in the midst of
others of its kind.

The red ballon
endures its long
journey alone,
plagued by its
difference and
uniqueness.

Ever unknowable
and misunderstood;
an enigma for the ages,
full of mystery
and longing.

It floats along,
collecting memories
and stories,
often dreaming of
finding anchor,
of reaching peace
and discovering
its true home.



-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights 22 May 15
Friday
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Hummingbird Hummin'
Take Me On A Magic Ride
Through All Directions
~                                      ~

ˇ
~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic love
~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_WYLNVSE3U
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Individuality
Crescens

As a riping
Moon cheeks
Blossom

At the Infinite
Cosmic Winds
Caressing

Your Particles

Sometimes
I see She winks
At me reminding
Myself of Others
Who percieve
The same
Sensations

You're not other than me
I have touched the
Astronaut's Space
Suit

My beloved
Neverland
Was intrigued and
Fascinated with
The Exhibition

And one
Sputnik
Was a Cute Cat

And The Real One
Was dangling
From The Ceiling

Surprisingly
Awesome at
Dimensions

As Children's
Antigravital
Balloons

Are
Destined to
Take off

Sooner or Later

These Beautiful
Reminders For

Artists's

First Lessons
in Projection
Ad Infinitum

A
Precise
Pretty
Focus

On
Flying Objects
Restored
On the Canvas
Of Our Conscience
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Love
 May 2015
Lianna Walters
Fake smile,
           Dried eyes,
                       Scratched wrists,
                                         Bruised thighs,
                                                         White pills,
                                                                      Rope tied,
                                                                                Gun loaded,
                                                                                                     *Suicide.
Can I die now?
 May 2015
brandon nagley
Restriction of the Bay's yeehaw,
Politely in the inner steel,
Cold bars to the planet Mars,
Dealers are encased as they want a deal!!!!

Currency friendly banker's bank upon thy smallest of wages,
Where buttered blades slice through T. C control!!!

Quadruplets of chain-gang walk in's all talking is sprayed like Russian magazines,
Some grown to addiction,
Dreamer's stay phene!!!!

Profane novelists attend the wickered chairs,
Wherein only ones a pair in solitaried room,
Twenty months to thou makes a year,
While a year settles for two....

Draft windows,
Plasticated pillows are showcases for what's to come!!!
Sit down,
Thou fool in blue the shows here, or the show has just begun!!!!!

Bribery is doubled,
A hand here at this polo lagoon!
Wherein monsoon's turn to drop outs,
Where knockout's are proprietary  locked into place wittled  with screws!!!!

Strenuous pulsation's beat to the enflamed core,
Pose thyself,
Thy critic of nature and god, you've settled your betted scores!!!!!

Narcotic,
I see you promising greater hopes with pre-maturities scope,
I've missed the hanging strike!!!
 May 2015
Jack Thompson
The passion of my heart.
Could wear the river rocks to dust.
Relentless like the tides of moons.

The passion of my heart.
Could break the worldly chains.
That drown us in misery.

The passion of my heart.
Burns with invisible fire.
Molten and ferocious.

The passion of my heart.
Bridges the gaps between galaxy's.
Just to feel you close again.

The passion of my heart.
Inconceivably large.
Rivaling the Sun and the stars.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015

Slightly different... Better? Than the original.
 May 2015
Leaetta May
I like this time of day
when the sun is not full on.
There are shadows and yet
sunshine lights up cars and buildings.

monkey hour
year of the rabbit still
Capricorn reigns

I like this time of day
when the school bus has come and gone
and children home with families.
There's time for playing outside
before the darkness comes
and winter's cold huddles them inside
like rabbits in a hole.
1/11/2012
 May 2015
brandon nagley
She said she wants to repent,
                                                    Yet her conscience is to stubborn!!!
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