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 Sep 2013 Nirmalee
kara lynn bird
light beams of faith
being stretched before my eyes-
the worlds a tough place
and there's no where to hide...
to where to run to
no way to escape,
the moment of change
i must learn to embrace-
hold still with a passion
that there is a greater reason
something with meaning-
a reason for believing.
a balancing act
between
what's real and what's fake
a hopeless romantic
a heart that's free to the take
i'm in between the life that I am living
the vision of who I want to be
and the life that I am given.
Insomnia ...

stole my dreams

but gave me
far

sweeter

visions
The lack of sleep gives more time for reading and writing poetry
 Sep 2013 Nirmalee
shaqila
DE where are you?
I miss you
I know summer is sweet
I thought we could meet
Here on HP
Life has become dull
Without your ten word
Word play and such
Reveal yourself oh mighty poet!
I miss you deeply
Make an appearance, please
I beseech thee humbly
Anyone know what's happened to DE?
 Sep 2013 Nirmalee
shaqila
Who am I to want more
than you can give?
 Sep 2013 Nirmalee
Jasmine Martin
I am here to remember
What I am
That which lies hidden
Beyond the remembered
The access lost – or so it seems
Somewhere in between
The tapestry of experiences –
Weaving time through space
And space through time
Cutting and pasting
A kaleidoscope of experiences
Into the frame of linearity
Of our 3D playing field

And that which exists
Beyond the humanly perceivable is
But shrouded by the veil of forgetfulness
Made up of intricately interwoven patterns
Concealing the escape hatch
Out of mental confinement

© Jasmine, August 2013
I'm doing something I've never done, publishing a poem that is not finished. But hey, you gotta do things out of the ordinary sometimes. I'm still not sure about the beginning and the end, so I opted for posting the middle - just to stay out of linearity!
 Jul 2013 Nirmalee
D.H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Longing for just one look
Pining for a touch
For love no text book
About love can’t know much.
No verbal duel
No war of words
I prefer to be a poet.
In freedom I dwell
Free as the birds
Poetry is my fate.
I don’t believe in god
But still thank him
That I’m better off
Than so many others.
I have a bed
A roof on my head
And something to
Look forward to
Tomorrow!
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