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 Sep 2014 Dee
Sumina Thapaliya
If this makes you easy breathing
I can happily take my last breath !!!
 Sep 2014 Dee
Elizabeth Squires
the weather is the Northern hemisphere
is too gelid for thee and me
here in the Southern hemisphere
we bask in a much warmer degree

twill not be traveling to climes
where there is snow and sleet
one shall be staying where
the prevailing conditions are sweet

up in the North regions
they sing those sombre refrains
about the chilliest of weather
which is windy of vein

down in the South regions
the sun streams all day long
that's why we chorus
the happiest of songs

the climate here suits us rather well
as this verse does so eloquently tell
so with that said we'll hasten outside
to take in the Southern sun's pride

we'll be thinking of our cousins
and friends in Northern lands
who will be sitting by hearth fires
warming their frozen hands

they'll be wishing they were
in a climate of sunny disposition
instead of being wholly stuck
in winter's gelid volition
 Sep 2014 Dee
Elizabeth Squires
he built an impervious wall
he built it high
he kept her out
his divide did stand
strong and stoic
ne'er would he
permit her access again
it acted as an insurance policy
not one brick in its structure
had a weak spot
the mortar reinforced
like a dense piece of steel
so well  it did fortify
with his barrier solidly in place
his heart was
so well encased
his blocking partition
screened out
her specter's trace
 Sep 2014 Dee
Elizabeth Squires
cradle me in your arms
never, never let me go
lull me in your embrace
until forevermore

tenderly hold me
in the darkness of the night
let your arms tell me
everything is alright

in your arms
I feel secure
from harm

in your arms
I'll not feel
one little qualm

cradle me in your arms
never, never let me go
lull me in your embrace
until forevermore
 Sep 2014 Dee
Elizabeth Squires
the production manager
at the poetry factory
had a rather long chat
with lazy little Lizzy

he stated that she'd been
loafing on the conveyor belt chain
and from this practice
she must immediately refrain

he added that her output
needed to be upgraded
for she had not written enough
works to be paraded

the manager's concerns
about a shortage of supply
have caused him to be
as agitated as a buzzing fly

should Lizzy not lift her game
he's told her of a trip to the dump
as he won't abide his poetry factory
being placed in such a slump
 Sep 2014 Dee
Karen Newell
I play
in another dimension.

Color trailing garden vines
climbing around my mind.

There all things are possible,
every completely improbable
conception of my wild imagination.
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