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 Aug 2015 Marian
Joseph Paris
This July, the thought and creativity that I would have given to a Fourth of July poem were reserved to help save a kitty's life. A frequent front-porch visitor, Princess knew nothing of "amber waves of grain," "purple mountain's majesty," and "rocket's red glare." Rockets shot high above her five-word world, that had little to do with patriot's dreams and everything to do with the promise of tomorrow. Right now, I am the only man in the world who cares about this cat's existence. The truth is I am just as stricken, and we lie side by side equally dying.
 Aug 2015 Marian
Richard Riddle
On any block.........
On any street........
In any city......town.......
There are ............
"secrets!"

copyright: richard riddle-August 23, 2015
Hum the theme from "The Twilight Zone" after reading. The idea for this came from listening to audio tapes of old radio melodramas from the late forties to early fifties.
 Aug 2015 Marian
Dawn of Lighten
The voice of clarity with sense of sanity rolled into serenity!
Laughter felt sublime, echoed intellectual chime, to lose you is a crime!

Satirism at it's core, many comedic lore, and we wanted more!
You're the gift of expression, opening repression, exploring oppression!

You were human shimmer, with hope of glimmer, now void of dimmer.
Who shall take your place, raising question of race, to move in your pace.

God send Jon Stewart, may your legacy echo for eternity
In tribute to Jon Stewart, and his profound look into social issues, and the voice of reasons!   He will be sincerely missed by many!
 Aug 2015 Marian
Dawn of Lighten
Coming into credence of the surrounding,
As the perpetual cycle met like a race track.

Current presence dim lightly with another solstice beckon,
As winter takes the sunlight for yet another annual walts,
While moonlight hover more frequently to a sound of a violin.

The inner heart wrapped around a blanket,
Cozied by the sleep of hibernation like camp fire.

The beats come into a trance,
And radiance come to a halt by the darkness,
For it is the reign of fall that cover sun like a shrouded veil.

Such is the time of gloom come to a reflective meditation,
For all imagery end with a last note of a piano,
And seared thoughts say good bye with the vibration of it's strings!
It seems every coming fall, thumping of the chest pause for a moment to think!
In this silence, one can only ponder the actions of the past to the present.
Am I happy?
 Aug 2015 Marian
Ann M Johnson
It is often said that the cup can be viewed as half full or half empty
The fact is we should be able to agree on is
    We all have a cup that can be filled
        If we All tried to build another person up
          Fill there cup
            Instead of putting others down
      which can drain ones own cup along with the other persons cup
If you meet another person who appears mean or insensitive or rude
perhaps their cup has been drained so much
They don't know how to fill it up again and are badly in need of having their cup refilled
A small compliment a little kindness, a smile could help fill up the cup again
A cup of friendship can go a long way and help  another person have a better day
The world is full of hurting people needing to have their cup refilled
Seeing things from someone else's perspective is a good start
Is the glass half empty or half full, you can decide?
Have  you raised your glass and tried to share a Cup of friendship
and filled another's cup today?
If not the present is a good time to start
If we all filled up the cup instead of emptying it
We would have a better world
Fill up the cup today
 Aug 2015 Marian
Ann M Johnson
Beauty is within the heart of a poet freely poured out in print forever
This is Dedicate to all your wonderful Poets on here!!!!
 Aug 2015 Marian
Richard Riddle
1.  "Hi! "We're from the government, and want to help you!"
2. "That's what "they" want you to believe."
 Aug 2015 Marian
ryn
Everyday Forth
 Aug 2015 Marian
ryn
Awake this day...
And never fear.
I believe...
everything would be much clearer.
This day more than most...

For this day...
And everyday forward,
the sun would rise in haste to propose a toast...
to the undoubtedly most significant people... 

in my heart...

The moon would pull on the tides...
My thoughts and well wishes on waves they ride,
racing to farthest reaches of your recluse.

Just so this day you'd know
More than most days would show...
That my belief will withstand the fires of a hundred guns.
That my love would blaze with the fury of a thousand suns.

Know that,
this day the planets and stars finally would inherit their orbit true.

This day...
And everyday forth...

the universe would and must revolve around you.
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