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Dec 2017 Poetic T

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Dec 2017 Poetic T

Joe Cole

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FOR STEPHEN E YOKUM

you know I lost the will to write
because the words just wouldn't form
In the space inside my head
So I took to living in the wild
using a tarp and not a tent
Sitting beside a log fire and gazing at the stars
And a million words all jumbled up
in the void within my mind
But then it all came together
once again making sense
After all poetry is just written words
the incentive always there
I think sleeping in the woods as I now often do
Is the inspiration to once more lift the pen
and send my words to you

Dec 2017 Poetic T

Tranquility

Dec 2017 Poetic T

Joe Cole

Tranquility

I listen to the sound of the breaking waves, smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the graceful seagulls ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voice, no strident car alarms
I sit in natures solitude enraptured by her charms
The sea reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights though I grow gray and old
The first gleam of the evening star appears in the ever growing dark
And the golden crescent of the moon begins her journey night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquility and calm

Dec 2017 Poetic T

What I Have Left

Dec 2017 Poetic T

ryn

What I Have Left

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I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
the earth consumed my knees
and I had seen myself breathing in mud.

I’ve struggled,
thrashed about
and broken what little I had.

I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
I’ve lost myself.
It’s been ages since
I knew where to begin.

I’ve risen,
fallen...
Risen again
and again
fuelled by
what little hope I have left.

I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
I found myself
flourishing in the warmth of day
and consoled by the comfort of night.

I’ve lived through many hours...
And I wish to survive my many more...
With what little strength I have left.

Inspired by Foo Fighter’s “Walk”.

#hellopoetry107 #whatihaveleft

Dec 2017 Poetic T

❤ My Circle ❤

Dec 2017 Poetic T

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

❤ My Circle ❤

I do not make lists,
I make circles.

A list means
there's a 1st place
and a last.

A circle creates equality -
nobody or nothing
is superior,
nobody or nothing
has priority;
it also means
there's no beginning
or end
to my love.

If you're in one of my circles,
my love for you
is endless.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

A circle is a simple closed shape. It is the set of all points in a plane that are at a given distance from a given point, the centre; equivalently it is the curve traced out by a point that moves so that its distance from a given point is constant.
(WIKIPEDIA)

Dec 2017 Poetic T

YOU'RE OLD...

Dec 2017 Poetic T

Mike Hauser

YOU'RE OLD...

most of us don't think to know
or ever plan on getting old
in youthful folly what's the need
out living life wild and free

BEFORE YOU KNOW
YOU'RE OLD...

i don't think it coincidence
that when we're young we make a mess
never thinking too far ahead
then here we are with no time left

BEFORE YOU KNOW
YOU'RE OLD...

with youthful vigor out the door
no time to loose as you loose score
used to be good at the game
now with no idea where you're shoes are laid

BEFORE YOU KNOW
YOU'RE OLD...

you sit and wonder where it went
overweight with a mind that slips
all held together with Poligrip
you sit and wonder where it went
or did you already say that

BEFORE YOU KNOW
YOU'RE OLD...

Dec 2017 Poetic T

❤ He Is Two ❤

Dec 2017 Poetic T

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

❤ He Is Two ❤

He is two -
Like a vinyl record--
he has an 'A' side
and a 'B' side;
guess which one
I love to listen to,
on repeat,
over,
and over,
again?

He is two -
Like cuttlery--
A knife
and a fork -
one is sharp
and cuts deep,
and one picks me up;
guess which one
I love to spoon?

He is two -
Both,
the sun,
and the moon;
and I,
... well,
I was doomed
from the beginning,
just like a shooting star;
guess which one
I fell for?

By Lady R.F. (C)2017

Dec 2017 Poetic T

Snow Place Like Home

Dec 2017 Poetic T

Pagan Paul

Snow Place Like Home

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Snow kisses the sleepy mountains,
draping them with sheets of white.
Flakes drift down into the vales,
jewels sparkling in the full moon light.
A simple crystallised drop of water
delightfully whirls on a gentle breeze,
alighting softer than an eyelash kiss,
to find a home upon the trees.

© Pagan Paul (04/12/17)

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#poetry #snow #winter #home #metaphor

Dec 2017 Poetic T

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Dec 2017 Poetic T

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