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 Jun 2015 kailasha
Tina ford
I'm just a little dot,
In the poetry world,
A dot on the letter I,
But I can make a difference,
I feel I can make a difference,
I don't know how,
But I can,
Maybe it will be a word,
A verse, a poem,
Or story,
It could be one word,
Or it could just be,
The dot on the I.
 Jun 2015 kailasha
Paul Butters
A poem is built with sounds
Liberally littered with alliteration
Rhyming reason
Aspiring assonance
Up metaphorical mountains.

Each letter plays its part.
A cast of cascading chords
Making mystical music
For the discerning ear.

Operatic musicals from the Muse:
A crescendo of noise
Or sometimes
Whispers in the winnowing wind.

I write because I must,
Because I need to
In answer to
The Call.

Paul Butters
I wanted to drink away pain, instead it drank me.
10 words
 Jun 2015 kailasha
David Somerset
You just have to realize
He said to me
People have there ups
their downs, their in-betweens
their plays, their acts
their big dramatic scenes

They play their own parts
Then they are on their way
Sometimes they come back
Sometimes they stay away
Finally to play their part to someone else
In another place on another day

So give your lines
Say them well
And if the world likes them not
Let it go it go to hell!

David Somerset written unknown date
                              Edited 6/11/2015
Be True to Yourself
 Jun 2015 kailasha
Mercury Chap
I think there is a connection
Between the tides and me
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Sometimes running, sometimes slow,
And most of all
Sometimes violent and sometimes refusing to flow.
 Jun 2015 kailasha
Chai Tea
Lost
 Jun 2015 kailasha
Chai Tea
I sometimes feel a bit lost. You know, the wandering feeling? I get lost, I get found, but somehow, never kept.
 Jun 2015 kailasha
Joe Cole
You know most of us overlook the simple things in life
My hotel room here inMalta overlooks one of the swimming pools
Below I see a seething mass of over oiled humanity broiling  in the sun
Same time same place but they won't experience the things that I have
Because for the next week their whole world will be
The bar and the confines of THE POOL
Me, quite simple. I have 22 acres of beautiful gardens to explore
Every flower an art form in glorious colour
What normal person would shun such things
All around my  balcony I see sparrows
Drab little birds  seen the world over
BUT
When they perch on my fingers and peck breadcrumbs from the palm of my hand
A totally different perspective is revealed
Then the sparrow becomes beautiful
The delicate little claws tickling my fingers
Little sparkling black eyes searching out every tiny morsel
Simple things, simple pleasures
But these simple things will be
The treasured memories of my holiday
Simple things
 Jun 2015 kailasha
Cold-Bones
I'm so **** sick and disgusted of writing every poem about you.
            It brings me close to hatred, but that is an emotion I don't believe
                                      In.
 Jun 2015 kailasha
Tom Lengel
you my firefly,
sit perched on my
left finger.

why have you brought
with you the stars
to this humble earth?

you have the whole
sky for your luminous soul and yet
you rest your wings on me.

here you grace me, firefly,
to bring me the heavens.

light up my
heart,
and brighten the path
I follow.
a prayer
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