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 May 2017 Darrel Weeks
Ma Cherie
I look to the sky,
to an endless an
seamless
ceiling of cumulus clouds
for a break
in their unity,
I find me
a window,
colored in sharp cerulean blue,
an I see some pieces of hope,
in beautiful refractions of
life giving light,
in that glorious clear that beckons me so

Ma Cherie © 2017
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 May 2017 Darrel Weeks
Pagan Paul
I see the Ghost again.
He visits every night.
Keeping to the shadows.
A cold chill menace.
Though he watches me,
his head remains bowed.
The stare is penetrating.
His mind is accusing.
I know he hates me.
I feel the total disgust.
The bile tastes foul,
and the pain is searing.
I know.
Because he is me.
And I am haunting myself.


© Pagan Paul (06/10/16)
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Age is telling on me and I am counting my days
I do not know why I am remembering my past
Now I am in sheer darkness to count youth rays
Old age in itself is a slow poison no need to blast

What is life a set of shadows moving without reality
Some people throughout their lives remain in trance
What is love and hatred interwoven in useless plea
Opportunist in every nook , corner take but chance

I am a poet hence take all things in true perspective
But still I failed to appreciate just real anatomy of life
I do not know ,what measures to be out of the captive
So I have been injured by daggers and to be on knife

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
The serpentine queue refused to budge.

It were the grown-ups that were stressed
the children babbled showing no unhappiness
with the pause offering so much more to do
and nothing that useful to look forward to.

Some faces looked as though made no sense
this waiting for mundane taxing patience
but were eyes that peered staunchly keen
as if the wait's end God would be seen.

Though lumps of time allowed break from the run
not one face showed up some feeling of the fun
anxious and jittery they smoked up the place
to my mind the children were only saving grace.
At the queue, March 2, 2017, 7 pm.
Nature has divine qualities
Beyond national divides
So heart enfold immortal love
Where one sees mountain dance and move

In this do love has no color
Skin pigment shouldn't be honor
For all bears reddish clot
As we tread on earth path

So soil of time embraces our body
As the enlived soul transpired to the sky
All become one in a starky heaven
Where no divide and rule leaven

Only unending peace it brings
Shrinking hearts with joy and unending smiles
As they commune in glows of divine instinct
For the greatest commandment is love

As bird fly above
So cloud of hate gives love as chance
Embracing one with will of divine
So our earth become an undying paradise

written by
Martin Ijir
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