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 Jul 2014 Manda Clement
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I asked the bone colored moon
Why
He didn't know
And doesn't care
He's just a hunk of bone
Up in the sky
And me
I'm just a bag of bones
Down here
Looking up at the sky
Asking why
Waiting around to die.

r ~ 7/7/14
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 Jul 2014 Manda Clement
Joe Cole
I sit here in this sunlit glade beneath the southern downs
I gaze upon the beauty not yet destroyed by man
On six sides are bushes, trees of every shade of green
But sadly in this blighted land such scenes  now are rarely seen
Over there an aspen with leaves of silver grey
They shimmer in the gentle breeze like a shoal of fish at play
Close to me a stand of oaks so mighty and so strong
Their leaves so dark and sombre green abound with natures songs
There stands a tree bereft of leaves branches stark bare against the sky
I know not if it sufffered or why it had to die
Soon it will be the time to put a match to the fire
Then smell the fragrant wood smoke as it ascends into the sky
I'll sit quietly,  cook my food, drink a beer. Maybe a scotch
Sit and watch the westering sun, watch the moon and stars come out
Once more I'll wake up with the sun and a glorious choir is heard
No human intervention
Just a choir of singing birds
Just had a few good days in the woods
 Jul 2014 Manda Clement
nichole r
my feet are not touching the floor
I am not gripping this pen
I am not me
I am not here

I float above my-body and everybody
I am loosely tethered to the girl
with the terribly dead eyes

do you have a scissor?
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I want to write a poem
That will set you free from harm
I want to write a poem
That you can hold nicely in your arms
I want to write a poem
That has it's own personality
I want my poem to dance freely
On the edge of imagination and reality
I want it's softness to put you to sleep
I want it to hold you with it's warmth
I want it to entertain you with it's playfulness
I want it to be the readers friend
Independence  day, a day to celebrate the birth of a nation and those who fought and currently fight to keep it free.
It is something more at least to me ,it don't have to be limited to just the forth of July
We can have Independence day any day
When some one gets victory over Alcohol or drugs, it is an Independence Day
When someone breaks free from abuse, it is an Independence Day
When troops come home after war and get to be back in their loved ones arms, it is an Independence day
When the Lonely  finally make a friend, it is an Independence Day
When the Prodigal returns to a loving family after years or being away, It is an Independence Day!
When emotional chains finally break loose, it is Independence Day
May the rockets blaze across the sky, raise the banners high
It is Independence Day!!!
Have to song along
Nothing I can do about it
About all words known
Motown ... bring it on

Years of chillin' in your space
No matter my age
I always keep pace
Drifting off ... to my soul filled place

All Great things
Visionaries started
Up to that point
No-one ... fussed over it

So masses they fought
Went out on a limb
Did their own thing
And we feel in love ... we did

Mentors of Inspiration
Gave birth to a legend
They set the standard
So we could ... humbly follow it

Thick skinned individuals
Seek the same goal
Of making music
To stir your soul ..

And the beat goes on ...
motown great music, hard stories sung with such sweet harmony
YOU
You   are  etched
                      in     my      memory
                        and            burned
    ­                         in          my
                                 Heart
                                    <3
these are the questions
i ponder on a friday afternoon
after a few mango beers

do slugs get to volunteer to be snails or vice versa?

do you think, tadpoles grieve for their tails?

are the black and white
goldfish, aware of the colour
of their skin?

do polar bears, in captivity,
miss the ice fishing?

do lions get jealous, of how
cushy housecats get it?

why does nobody ever ask,
does my head look to big in this book?

yep..... i know ....deep
i think i might need to change beers
but i like the taste of this one....
the sun sidles off,
to it's next assignation
and the cool, nibbles
through my clothes.

still, i sit on the back deck,
waiting in wonder,
for a silver stiched sky.

right now....all shades of blue,
shimmer in the glow of the
sun's fond adieu...

this is, the time i love the best.
the betweening of sunset and twilight, mere moments
of turning ...
and then, into the break of night,
as the shadows deepen
and the scurrying things, come on myriad tiny feet.

the stars relax into their
rhythmic, beauty
the moon benign, looks upon
us all, in silence..

and behind me, the lights
flicker on...in my warm
and cosy life....

goodnight, to you,
little things,
that make your way
in the cold, dark...

                        goodnight.
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