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I packed my bags and left a note, I'm headed for the moon. With luck tucked in my pocket, I'm bound to get there soon.

I've heard the moon was made of cheese, not the stinky kind. If there is a man up there, I won't leave him behind.

I know the sun could be a problem, my rockets old with rust. So I'll go at night instead, singing "to the moon or bust."

I have a plan you mustn't worry, It won't fall apart. With fairy dust and this old rocket, hope fills my once cracked heart.

Dec 2015 moss

CALLED FOREVER

Dec 2015 moss

Ignatius Hosiana

CALLED FOREVER

Ever felt your feet turn into fluid as
words develop solid feet and turn tail
Ever got a cold hit you with the bang of hail
Beneath your chest soon as that person appears
Ever trembled worse than a chameleon
With a ticklish throb filling your ears
Ever felt the ground shift beneath you
And been so sure that all your sensations are true
All of them, ever felt your heart skip some beats
Ever witnessed your soul blush for it has seen its mate
Wonderfully smiling at the awesome twist of fate
Ever experienced uniison between the voices in your head
Ever foreseen a sleepless night as soon as you met
And fallen the deep that you strongly hate
Ever thought your existence will cease if you lose
Ever had a made up mind,heart and soul before you choose
Ever felt so insecure that you wished love had cure
Ever trusted your feelings were honest and pure?
I shouldn't have to explain for you if you've ever
But if you haven't ,give me a chance to show you truth in those lies
And that some things are better explained by heart not the eyes
Let me take you to a place few live to see,a place called forever

Dec 2015 moss

This Can't Be It

Dec 2015 moss

david mungoshi

This Can't Be It

Does it all lead to just this,
a gaping hole in the ground,
sniffing but impatient mourners
their predictable tissues at the ready?

an all-too-practised priest in familiar garb
does the expected; his suitably tremulous voice
has the standard formality as he goes through the ritual
and those years of convolution spiced with some straight and narrow

do they culminate in this terrible charade?
Surely this can't be it, this cavalier show by fellow-travellers,
by small cliques here and there, sharing juicy titbits of gossip
- least concerned with the slowly sinking forgotten casket

in my heart of hearts i say this can't be it, surely!

Dec 2015 moss

Doomed and Left Drooling

Dec 2015 moss

Francie Lynch

Doomed and Left Drooling

I wonder if I'm losing my mind.
Who, in their right mind, would think:
                     Our world is losing gravity,
                      And no one can escape...
I've a sensibility that sees the world:
                      There's a smell of beach on you...
Perhaps I'm too sensitive.
Perhaps I'll end up sitting in a corner,
Drooling verse:
                       Poets die, it's sad but true,
                       And it matters not what their bodies do...
A million years ago I was one to jeer
At the elderly,
Laugh at jokes in poor taste,
Avoid or ignor the extended empty coffee cup;
I wasn't thinking:
                        Charity is never wasted,
                         Even when refused;
                         A simple act of selflessness
                         Cannot be reduced.
What's to become of me?
Is it infectious?
What would happen if I sneezed at the world?
A pandemic of sensitivity?
Then where would we be!
I just might be doomed, and left drooling.

All italics are from previous bits.

#poetry #disease #loveandpeace

Dec 2015 moss

Dedication

Dec 2015 moss

Michelle Garcia

Dedication

love exists in the crevices of his lips
when they meet mine, fluttering
with promises and words powerful
enough to knock me down effortlessly

it thrives when we're sitting on the couch,
Christmas tree lights like dazzling fragments of heaven
reflecting in his familiar eyes,
and it blossoms when we walk together
in the autumn wind, the sighing
breeze echoing like wildfire in our
ears, whispering both elation
and disbelief

that I am even here right now,
after sixteen years of mystery,
a collection of dust-covered insecurity
now an open book beckoning to be read

yet here we are, and
he holds my hand like a crystal glass
he is afraid to drop, and
I cannot stop thanking him
over and over again,
a fragile metronome of gratitude-
for willing to be brave enough to read
my very first page.

#love #kiss #happy #happiness #heaven #book #emotion #autumn #christmas

Dec 2015 moss

Carcass

Dec 2015 moss

Ayeshah

Carcass

I wake feeling alone

I sleep next to
a live carcass

seems impossible huh

Maybe it's me
I'm  the carcass
just maybe huh

I have no feelings
or
I'm feeling too much
wanting and needing to much

I was told;
"no matter who I'm with
I'll never find happiness"

Maybe this unfeeling
non-understanding Carcass
has it right

Maybe it's me and always has been
I should feel alive and content
only thing I'm feeling is pain and confusion
judged and judgement
every day of my life

I thought being with this so called man
would be a wise investment
figured I'm hard working plus very family oriented

He's hard working but when it comes to family
I don't see it

He doesn't care unless its about him and his,
I never had someone so disloyal and selfish

Maybe that's why I'll never be happy
least not with him
but he's not been the only one to shun me
or disregard my feelings

as if  the words I say make no sense to him
like I'm speaking in a foreign tongue

He seems not to comprehend anything
no matter how many times I've expressed or explained
and I'm so tired of asking *******

Seems to me I'm always begging
& Naw I ain't to proud to beg
but it's become tediously boring
and no-productive

Sick of myself and not liking
whom I've become
no longer am I care free
I'm more pessimistic than ever
& I just want to be alone!

Love?
um I don't think so
I've been in too many relationships
all based on the pretenses
that it was out of "love"

I'm tired
I no longer wish
to be involved

Is it wrong
that I've
given UP?!

And  is it wrong that
I no longer wanna be
with a living Carcass?!?!*

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