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 Feb 2015
Michelle Morine
They sing in the night
their lonely song

Marching forward under the stars
crying for their eternal flame

The smell of death,
decaying on their lips

The scent of the fallen one
closing in

Memories coming back for more
as the deafening rain pours down
 Feb 2015
Michelle Morine
Upside down
and turned around
the dragon sleeps inside

Dancing around the flames
tonight and forever
crawling though voices
that scream your name

falling in silence
such a subtle torture
enveloped by the bleakness
of my insides

The red moon softly
speaks in whispers
I hear his thoughts
breaking the current
of the waves of myself.
 Feb 2015
Ivy Mukherjee
And, you left me all alone,
left in such a silence that
I could't even believe you are about to leave.

You left an undefined scar in my soul and
my teardrops enchanted those memories we shared together
and laughed over them hours.

You went away in such silence
that all I could do is just NOTHING
but hearing you to mourn in such dogma.

Tears just drop by my cheeks and I just
wish you to come down and tell me,
              "I am here, my darling,
               Don't you worry child....
               I can't ever leave you alone."

They said, life isn't fair, life is never trustworthy.
Now I see an feel that hard every night.
I never felt that I can't hear your voice anymore anytime sooner or later.

It all comes and goes....
what matters is the in-between time
you spend together by thick and thin holding on to each other.

You were lying on the bed when
I last saw you and there also you were fighting
to get over that period.

Remember? We laughed there too when you said
you had 26 milk pies and I strictly said,
"Get well soon Dadu. After you go home you will be having curd-rice and "Khichudi".
..... And God never wanted that to happen maybe.
After that you couldn't go back home,
you left this virtual world that very night after suffering so profusely.

You were 72 and I was 22;
but we never bothered about this algorithm.

There were healthy talks over he sunsets, over the pages of my sketchbooks.
You were my biggest inspiration and critique for every work; cause you
always questioned their existence and morality.
You always chanted honesty throughout your life and give me
strength, so that I can follow your path.

One day, you will be a proud grandfather who will be seeing my works getting recognised all around the world and then we will laugh together...

Me, from the terrace and
You, from that sky.

Come soon,
come in a disguise,
come as my soulmate,
come as my midnight friend.....
....... but come back, please.
because Payel misses your presence and laughter.

I will weep and bawl on my bed some nights,
knowing I can't see you anytime ever.

That heart-wrenching pain and undefined scar in my lotus-heart will bloom someday with your desired presence in my success and failure both....    I believe so.

I believe in you,
I believe in us.
Because, God snatched one of my biggest possession without even asking for it.
You have to come back.....
... and you will.

To those talks and platonic love,
you are being missed Dadu.

I wish, I had some digits to call you up just to ask,
if they are providing you with some spicy food or not.

LIVE FOREVER.
YOUNG HEART N SOUL.
Rip Dadu(grandfather).
nobody can replace that emptiness which you made by going away.
laugh harder than ever and will try to cheers on life with that thought.
 Feb 2015
Dhaye Margaux
It is not in the color of your skin
nor the fame of your race
It is not in the sweetness of your smile
nor in the beauty of your face

It is not in the count of your assets
nor the size of your room
It is not in the name of your place
where pretty flowers bloom

It is not in the shape of your body
nor the shade of your eyes
It is not in the beauty of your words
that the true love lies

For being a human is being true
of what you do or say
Being humane is having empathy
to those who are astray

Be a human, just be true
learn to love and care
Be that human who understands
always be just and fair.
To this humanity...
 Jan 2015
Dhaye Margaux
Do not compare yourself with others...that is insecurity
Do not tell the opposite of what you feel...that is hypocrisy
Do not say you can if you really can't...that is conceit
Do not claim what is not yours...that is fraud
Do not tell stories which aren't true...that is gossip
Do not be someone who you can't be...that is pretension

Just be you
Be who you are
Be true
 Jan 2015
Dhaye Margaux
You are a king and you have your own kingdom
I am a queen, and I have my own realm
We both have our own rules, our codes in time
I will never follow yours but mine
You have limitations...
 Jan 2015
Kirui Frank Junior
Machines describe the current world
And people are turning machines
They no longer feel
They just do as per their own commands
They use their lone thoughts
They process both good and bad
They are headed for hell
They no longer have love
They are no longer sorry
They no longer have understanding
Human are no longer humane
They work on grudges
*** for that is their game
Garbage in garbage out is their key
Old men waste girls
Young boys are used by grandmothers
The world is dominated by senseless individuals
Who still are careless
I wonder if alone I see this !!!
Let us come back to ourselves people
Let's search humanity
And
Perhaps a better future shall stand
Maybe I am hallucinating!
But  I still pinch myself and feel pain
Let's come back to ourselves people .
 Jan 2015
Dhaye Margaux
I cast the stone
Upon her
She who I knew a deceiver
A dishonest person
A cheater

Shame on her!

I have fought with her too many times
I stood beside her for so long
But now, here I am
I cast the stone
Upon her

Why not?

We lived in the same place
But now she's leaving
We sang the same songs
But now I hear different tunes from her lips

She has changed...

She has changed that I can no longer see her
Her eyes were brown but now they're blue
Her black hair now has a golden hue
And often she tries not to speak our words

Why?

Because she doesn't love me anymore?
Because I cannot give her what she wants?
Because I cannot make her happy all the time?

I can't accept...

I just cast the stone
Upon her
Just because

She left me
Enduring the pain alone
From the stones
They cast on me
Which we endured together
Before

Because she was fighting for me.
Things are different now...
 Jan 2015
Sylvia Frances Chan
Poems mean a lot to me
indeed a very lot you see
the society I live in
is reflected in all the lines
  love is very important almost a sin
and the always one glasses of wines
  
the best medicine for our health
they say is also wealth
but I regard love is the most important
remember I am human not a mutant

love is the best for our life
it is obvious that we must strife
love is like the present wind
that blows constantly so tender in
through my thirsty body and mind
I reside in this country oh so kind
  a country full of peace, plenty of place and love to hide
that's why I have my domicile here and reside
 
 My beloved likes reading and traveling
we have seen parts of the world a very lot
I have other kinds of interests, like painting
writing essays, listening to music, and praying to God
building websites, designing cards and yes
conducting PC Help desks, accounting, telebanking, and playing chess
in London and Serfaus, going to musicals and skiing,
along the Mediterranean sea, enjoying life, making love while driving

how do I do that, d'you really want to know, dear?
while whatsapping, walking, running, and the music to the ear
really very simple, your love in you, your whole soul in there,
just like our parents using tupperware

but ah, I like most to describe the love in poems I write
then posting them for your most beloved after that heavy night
since love is so important in our life
you must not take it for granted but must strife

we can't miss it in our life its function
like: though sometimes on our highway a junction
it's like the great water of the mighty ocean
it has grip on you, you feel the strength, but it's your addiction
the strong water's ripples too, its mildness
you demand the best, the most but never less
and remember for ever that in the country I live in
the kind of love I'm so addicted to, is never a sin
in the end my heart and being will constantly say Amen


© Sylvia Frances Chan
15th August 2013 -
5.21 hrs a.m. WETime
Cool fresh wind 10C degrees now
later will be 20C degrees at the most
 Jan 2015
South-by-Southwest
The pile of pine burned with ferocity
While fields of watermellon wore green in generosity

Jerimiah delivered rows of assiduous thoughts
Fertilized in decisions made years ago

Margaret was from Huntsville , working on a divinity degree
She was small , rode a bicycle , studying infinity
Timid , not unlike a titmouse in spring
Margaret had a sister named Judy

Jerimiah left for the mountains of Colorado
He took only his last name Johnson
He spent winters hibernating with the bears
He learned to have no fear and grew a long beard

Tennennessee is in Alabama , just south of Huntsville

A snowslide almost buried Jerimiah

Margaret moved to North Carolina
got married and that's all I know

Jerimiah made tracts in the snow . . . go
He sat above the devide looking down
Sometimes west when the sun went down
But mostly east under the full moon
Howling so forlornly the wolves cry

Margaret looks west every night
Then sheds one tear
 Jan 2015
Richard Riddle
By Emily Riddle(age-9)


I just couldn't do without
my grandma's heart necklace -
It was a gift to me, although
she passed away when I was little.

It also holds all of my mad,
sad, and happy memories,
just like it is a part of me.
I wear it on very special occasions,
since it is so unique.

When I wear it close to my heart-
it makes me feel special.
That's why I would always
feel happy, or at least, a little joyful,
when I hold it to my chest-
to pretend my grandma is
still alive.

She was very important to me-
We did so much together,
and I miss her,
and the special times we shared.

I can feel her with me
when I wear it, or hold it,
close to me.

Without this prized possession,
all of my feelings
would be lost,
with my grandma, in the sky.

My heart necklace
means the world to me,
and I wouldn't change
anything about it.

People say
"jewelry is made
to look beautiful."

Well, I say,
It was made to be a
"Memory Holder!!"

copyright-Emily Riddle- October 15, 2013
My granddaughter Emily, wrote this essay as a class assignment for her 3rd Grade class. Originally in full page, essay form, I divided it into stanzas, and added some punctuation. Although there are some misspellings(two), I chose not to correct them, but to leave the content as it was written, in order to preserve the sincerity, and the innocence, with which it was written. Thank you, so much, Emily Riddle.
 Jan 2015
Richard Riddle
This tree
Is not just any 'ol tree-
It's "The Grandmother Tree"
Having grown from a broken, eighteen inch high twig,
taken from its mother by the Texas wind.
Now, in just over six years, it rises nearly fifteen feet, for it was planted, and fed, with the love from two grandchildren, who planted it in memory of their grandmother, my wife, Karen, of 40 years, and their surviving grandmother, Linda.
Karen found it on our patio and placed it in a clay ***; watered it, and made a support for it to keep it upright. She wanted to plant it where it stands today, in the backyard of our sons home. She had named it "The Evan and Emily Tree." When she left us, Emily and Evan planted it in the back yard of their home. They renamed it, "The Grandmother Tree."
The tree is home to the "Guardians", the "Keepers", the "Watchers", sent to protect their memories, then, now, and future. Enlarge it, and you might see them, if you look closely. There are monkeys sitting in the tree, and the silhouettes. To the left, is cast the shadow of a "little man", with arm extended, pointing upward. To the right of the tree, perhaps an ape like creature, or two, and the face of a "mystery man."

Set your imagination "free",
For there could be others-
Look, and see.

(Photo shown on Facebook)suggestion: temporarily set the photo
as your background, then study the pic.. You could be surprised!

copyright: richard riddle September 17, 2014 12:32pm
 Jan 2015
Richard Riddle
Not too long ago one of my former co-workers posed a question to me:

CW: Do you believe in God?
RR: "Yes, I do."
CW: What makes you think there is a God.
RR: "All I have to do to strengthen my beliefs is look at my grandchildren."

copyright: richardriddle January 17, 2015
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