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 Feb 2019
Tony Anderson
Frogs, toads, and Lily pads
Magic mushrooms in the land
 Feb 2019
Pagan Paul
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Dust hangs in the still air,
caught by a shaft of light,
shiny sprinkles float serene,
in space a string-less kite.

A particle catches the eye,
playing tai-chi within a ray,
the stationary free dance
of a mote at indulgent play.




© Pagan Paul (25/12/18)
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 Jan 2019
Keith Edward Baucum
Pride: The elected commander of the sins.

Cruelty: The daughter of Envy and Hatred.  Cruelty is the sister of Anger.

Wisdom: The elected leader of the virtues.

Harmony: The name of the country where the virtues live.

Tranquility: The capital city in the country Harmony.

Glory: A city in the country Harmony.

Humility: A city in the country Harmony.

Love: The wife of Loyalty, the mother of Kindness and Justice, and the older sister of Truth.  Love is a humanitarian and a healer.  She is ***** by Hatred.

Loyalty:  The husband of Love and father of Kindness and Justice.
Loyalty is a soldier and a warrior.    Loyalty gets justice for Love after she is ***** by Hatred.

Kindness: The daughter of Love and Loyalty, the sister of Justice, and the niece of Truth.

Justice: The son of Love and Loyalty, the brother of Kindness, and the nephew of Truth.

Lust: The wife of Greed.  Lust is a **** and *******.  Her husband Greed is her ****.  Lust has an affair with Hatred.

Greed: The husband of Lust.  Greed is a ****, gangster, and corrupt politician.  Greed is Lust's ****.

Faith: The wife of Truth and the mother of Hope.

Darkness: The name of the country where the sins live.

Chaos:  The capital city in the country Darkness.

Hope: The daughter of Truth and Faith.  Hope is the niece of Love.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum.
 Jan 2019
McDonald tsiie
when i saw you
i turned a blind eye
you were talking i listened
my ears anxious, craving sound

i think you have beautiful voice in accordance of your intriguing appearance the day had to be embraced with a hug

holding your hand became a sacred dialect that made sense
 Jan 2019
Poetic Eagle
I have always made poetry my safe haven
But it always betrayed my conscience
Because l thought you would always be my shield
How can l keep the promise now when you the cause of the grief
If l came, will you console me with more pain
Though you make me forget my sorrow you  always adding more tears
Now tell me how l should keep my words when all you do is give me painful happiness
An imagination forever
Always found solace in my brokenness
Lol Quite unique
 Jan 2019
Edmund black
There’s something
In the wind
It feels like moisture
But my flesh
My eyes remain dry

There’s something
In the Sky
It seems like darkness
But my path remains
Forevermore brighter

Every step taken
Is forward motion
I ebb and I flow
As the tide of the ocean

Fluid like movements
There is no doubt
I am here to stay

No way to contain my thoughts
The world not done justice
If I simply shut my mouth

The poetry deep inside my soul
I seek and I find
My spirit not bound
To my body or mind

Endless poetry
My true state of being
The world  finally now know
The poetry from my core
 Jan 2019
K Balachandran
No musk scented air,
Mango trees stand sans flowers;
Angry climate speaks!
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