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 Nov 2016
Adrian Newman
I remember us rugging up by the fireplace
Holding sticky hands, not worrying about a car crash.
If you’re still here, I won’t complain about your stubble
You can stay by me and grow out your beard.

If your face is soft enough you can be my winter bear
We can sleep in our own den for years.
Or we could freeze to death where no one can find us
But when the snow falls, I’m not letting you go.

I remember I hated when you tickled me
Sometimes it brings tears to my eyes.
I shrieked when your chin was prickling my face
But I’d tolerate the itching again.

If your face is soft enough you can be my winter bear
We can sleep in our own den for years.
Or we could freeze to death where no one can find us
But when the snow falls, I’m not letting you go.

30th October 2016
This piece was inspired by SayWeCanFly growing out his beard and I thought about the first line of this piece and decided to write about it. I’m so glad I did despite the idea of writing about it being a bit silly at first because I decided to add a sad note to the happy note of the chorus to create a bittersweet feel that is so characteristic of SayWeCanFly’s songs. I really made this into a mature and heartfelt masterpiece instead of a babyish piece.
 Nov 2016
Adrian Newman
Drying up the river and leaving the sorrow
Forgetting what happened and moving on
I can’t dream of abandoning what I used to know.

For so long we were inseparable
It was the way since I remember
I can’t take it away from me.
But now our bonds are severed
And my poor heart is confused
I’ve lost a part of me
I’ve lost a part of me.

I cannot be happy when I miss my sorrow
I’ve lost the understanding I gained within myself
You came back again and then
You said goodbye so long ago.
Why do you hate me so much to let me go?
That’s what I’ll never know.

5th May 2014
This is a throwback poem. I remember sitting down and writing this on paper and then writing four more poems. Memories are beautiful <3
When we were eighteen
sang the three women in chorus
and the bus burst into Spring.

When we were eighteen
they giggled and sang

the bus was a garden
the seats swings in the wind
the passengers angels and fairies

When we were eighteen
sang the three women
men beamed and the women blushed
as they broke into chorus
when we were eighteen

the ride was free
and they all stood up
their bones bellowing the chorus
their skin shining in the Spring

the child grew into eighteen
the old descended into that golden year
never knowing when their stoppage came
when one after the other they got down
and again it was a bus on the road
but with the whiff of Spring
eternal in the crimson blush
of the sun setting and rising
its engine and axle and tyres whirring in chorus
when we were eighteen
Before you sleep allow me to kiss
You are my love you are my miss
With innocent glance never dismiss
Keep me in your heart my princess

Let me play with your innocence
Let me read sentence by sentence
I enjoy your intellect and confidence
I appreciate fortitude and resilience

Let me be partner of your journey
Let us declare love stance clearly
To tease you is love to please is duty
Without you I am in agony and lonely

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 Nov 2016
Kurt Philip Behm
She stole your heart
  without asking,
  —leaving only a dream to chase

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
 Nov 2016
Akira Chinen
Whisper of your ***** little secrets with your pretty little lips
Tell me of your dark delights kiss after kiss
Undress your sinful story and leave its dust jacket on the floor
Wrap me in your hidden pleasures while you pull your skirt above your hips
Drag out my hearts temptation to the surface of the lust within my skin
Its impossible not to love you while under the spell of your charms of wickedness
Melt away inhibitions and moral and marrow and bone and leave nothing but carnal rage desperate for gratification at the brink of death
Leave not a trace of soul or virtue before we tumble into flight and fall and crash over the edge of no return
And secrets shared become secrets kept
Locked beneath hidden memory
of hearts flesh and dream
Where nothing done in love
Is remembered as unclean
 Nov 2016
Fay Slimm
When.

When time is my own
And no-one is making demands
While evening quiets my soul
I think of you then.

When I have moments
Which allow me two idle hands
To win some respite then wholly
I think of you then.

When sunset tucks folds
Into daylight and night takes stands
Between duty and leaves me alone
I think of you then.

When love sets me goals
I lower my sanity-anchor
And sink into hope's future mold
And think of you then.

When dreams are unrolled
And dark hours are at my command
I strip off decorum boldly
To think of you then.
 Nov 2016
Nishu Mathur
It was when our eyes first met...the knowing look
the glance that locked on a breezy spring day
when April rain danced to the beat of life
and windy dark clouds music played

It was when you first whispered my name
your voice just a moment away
when the colors of a thousand flowers burst
when the summer sun smiled its winged rays

It was when you first held my hand
the tender touch in your warm hold
wrapping me in moonlit russet dreams
in a  world of scarlet autumn's gold

It was when we first danced
beside the fire that amber glowed
crimson steps with hearts  of bliss
as winter spread her cape of snow

It was at dawn, at noon, at dusk
I swept, lost, tossed and blown
you, my love, took my breath away
and a tiny seed of love was sown
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