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 Oct 2015
hellopoet
forgiveness- unnecessary option
save it for the birds and bees
get off your calloused knees
spare us each slimy fabrication
neither brew concocted apologies
your prophecies of eternal peace
have no hope or home among these*




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 May 2015
hellopoet
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The weary social consciousness arose, 
the adulation reveals 
the personification of hope; 
What of our communal yesterday? 

We, the refugees of our past mistakes, 
embodied by a bush that no longer burns, 
consumed in the fervent disappointment and disgust. 

Our faith is now rewarded - 
an olive branch has been offered; 
and on one shoulder lay what we only 

dare to hope, 'Perhaps, perhaps...' 
The journey to that time and day 
begins today, sworn in resolutely. 

The weary arise to lift their chins. 
The din roars above the pros and cons. 
The person to lead a nation and a globe sworn in again. 
What of our communal tomorrow...?







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 Mar 2015
hellopoet
paisley print
sunflower smile
sat alongside
a leopard that ate parsley
paw in hand
waiting on the sand
for flying fish
to skip upon
cobalt banners
as lazy breezes
pan flute recollections
of this Iberian summer
paisley printed summer (only for the strong of imagination)
Amazing! So much imagery of passion and yet your wording is near cubist in its ability to fit together, creating a true work of art. Assembled, they leave a vagueness that inspires the reader to delve into their own emotion and thereby see truer personal refinement of your beautiful verses. Excellent.
by Robert Andrews
 Mar 2015
Bailey Lewis
The only sins
I’ve committed
Were stealing your heart
And lying to myself
That love exists
 Mar 2015
hellopoet
I wash my face of an overly busy day
and your fingerprint on my wash basin mirror catches my eye
then it all comes back to me
how we spent the afternoon 
in each other's company
in a flurry of panic 
to conquer yet another deadline.
But that imprint seals an inwards part that becomes my final assessment
and without uttering another word
I conclude without doubt or reservation
that whatever you touch becomes part of my history, becomes a milestone in my life's journey and that part and more of me has been absorbed by all of you.
 Mar 2015
hellopoet
Deep within me
lay a poem of the sea
from a long while ago;

where air is fresh
but blusters wildly
when southerlies blow,

slick and slimy
mud between each toe-
mangrove's brackish home.

Whitecaps dance
in the open channel
close to where corals grow.

But further than fond distance
of childhood recollection,
where starfish-lined parades
demanded retrospection:

Gone are those carefree days
along with sands, white as snow;
somewhere deep within me
lay a coastal tale of long ago.
If you enjoyed 'song of the stars' then thus poem is a must read too!
 Mar 2015
Jeffrey Pua
Good guys finish last
Because they put their ladies first.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Everyone has their own story,
but when you sing, run, dance, love or act with someone,
you become part of theirs.
 Mar 2015
Jacob
What is left?
Cookie crumbles
And breaks apart
With milk
And a broken heart
Soggy with emotions
Heavy it sinks.


What is next?
A fatal attraction
Of two individuals
Sooner they collide
Faster they'll die.


Love, his words
Like his sunken heart
From the deep bottom
And she: his love
To reach in
And picks him up.


Love, her words
Like her broken soul
Fatality ensures
And he: her love
He embraces her
For the collision.
I see your face,
Pale and white in the moonlight.
I look at the stars,
The stars that shine in your eyes.

The air is thick and solid,
Yet soft and smooth.
I feel paralysed,
Although all I really want to do is move...
Closer to you.

My stomach is flipping,
My heart has stopped.
I'll admit my mind is scared,
But my body begs for you.

We can be together,
I know we can.
Just come a little closer,
I'll prove that I'm your man
 Mar 2015
hellopoet
Butterflies are but pretty memories
Greeting cards flying in the breeze
Fondest thoughts and worthwhile care
Recollecting pony tails and braided hair
Plastic tiaras, capes, and sceptres
Dress up games, now hallowed spectres
Wings renewed throughout new days
Nectar to this soul, filled in many ways.
For my daughter Kayla Jaclyn
 Mar 2015
hellopoet
Had I known much earlier than I have ,
It would most surely have been spent
With more intention and purpose.
Then again, there is always next year!
Resolved during the 30th UNESCO session to proclaim March 21 as World Poetry Day.
DIRECTOR-GENERAL'S MESSAGE ON THE OCCASION OF WORLD POETRY DAY (21 MARCH 2000)

Paris, March 15 {No.2000-22} - On the occasion of World Poetry Day (March 21), celebrated for the first time this year, UNESCO Director-General Koïchiro Matsuura is launching the following message:

"Among the many different forms of human expression, poetry has a major and distinct place. It has always stood apart in the temple of literature. The ancient bards often expressed themselves through this rhythmic construction of words.

"But poetry is more than a rigid codified literary form. It is the basis of every branch of literary and artistic expression. Do we not say of novels, paintings, musical compositions and films that they are poetic?

"Poetry is not very demanding; a voice or a sheet of paper are enough to give it life. We meet with poetry at all times and in all places, thus proving its universality and transcendental nature.

"Every culture identifies with its poets through their ability to give life to its underlying yearnings, it most secret dreams and its shared hopes.

"Yet, poetry is also an incomparable means of intercultural understanding. Learning it in his earliest years helps an individual to develop his sensitivity, deepen his understanding of the complexity of the world, to understand others, through the refinement of art and to steady his feet on the road of life.

"Since its creation, UNESCO has developed a programme for the translation of poetic works from all over the world to make them available to the greatest number and so participate in international dialogue and understanding.

"And so, celebrating this first World Poetry Day, I invite the authorities, associations and civil society everywhere to do everything in their power to restore poetry to its traditional role in the life of the community in order to pursue its universal vocation in the service of cultural diversity and peace in the world."
 Mar 2015
ryn
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
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