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 Aug 2017 Poetic T
The Dedpoet
I want to be alone,
And someone to be alone with,

Crowding eachother
In an Empty heart,

Dark stars entwined
In a melodious nothing,

Taking in the sorrow,
Lovers with melancholic grace.
 Aug 2017 Poetic T
The Dedpoet
I apologise on behalf
Of myself,
I am not here at present;
I will be here later
When I am in a reflection
On a mirror which was
Born by the ripples of memory
On an empty ocean of my thoughts
Which mirror a light in
The spectrum the eyes cannot
Fathom.
And I will say what I should
Have just as my tongue fell
To the floor at that time
When my mind was elsewhere.
I apologise
Because I wanted to be there
In the moment,
But my moment was elsewhere
In a time past
Or in a time to come
When I will not be there either,
And I will miss it then too,
And catch myself
Later from the time before
Or that which never happend.

And every place is terrible
When at present the mind
Is somewhere else.
People often ask me...

"How do you manage life
Having 5 daughters?"

My reply is always the same...

"I couldn't manage life
Without my 5 daughters!"

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
it is a house of refuge
a place where you can
run away.
a shelter against
the cold winds of life.
a yellow umbrella
for when it rains.
like the flower fields
during spring,  
a little niche
in an overwhelming world.
a secure spot
where your heart
can be at peace.
it is where
your brokenness shatters.
but also where it is pieced
back together
in the form
of simple words.
it is a blank page
and a pen in hand
and the fervent hope
that your prayers
will be heard.
this is what poetry is to me, hope.
© Copywrite Rosa Lía Elías
 Jul 2017 Poetic T
ryn
Overcast
 Jul 2017 Poetic T
ryn
Pitter patter pelt
Darkened clouds consume the light
Sun isn't here now
 Jul 2017 Poetic T
Traveler
VERSES
 Jul 2017 Poetic T
Traveler
Off now, to the witch we go
Spellbound charmed
Hearts of gold
Healing and blessings
Come as we grow

Yet at the altar
Be your own  priest
Color your own deity
Slay your own beast
Follow the path
of your own Belief
Traveler Tim
HP  Jul 2015
 Jul 2017 Poetic T
Sjr1000
My brother and sister
We were there,
childhood
it all comes and goes
Could you please
give us
a little more time?

Hitting home runs
Peaking way to soon
How dare you?
Could you please
give me a little
more time?

Strung out on
Chemistry and hormones
Rock and roll
never sounded so
good

One more level
One more time
Could you please?
if I ask you nicely
I'll be your best friend
Just give us a little
more time

Dragging a mattress
out into the pine forest
We were so perfect
Bliss and oblivion
At least until
the campers came along
Could you please?
I guess
I'm begging you
if you could
give us a little
more time

While my baby is an infant,
a woman now
I'm asking you
to
give us a little more time

There is magic
in the music
in the air,
You're something
We're dancing
Never coming this way again
That's why I'm asking
could you please
give us a little more time?

The work is good
The days are long
Summer
No pain anywhere
Keep it coming
I'm always begging
Could you please give me a little more time?

I know we'll be repeating
when sleeping in the linens,
Every one is there
Love everywhere,
I'll be pleading
Can you give us
please?
a little more time
and maybe
one more rhyme.
 Jul 2017 Poetic T
ryn
Seize Today
 Jul 2017 Poetic T
ryn
.
Seize today.

Because yesterday was a chapter
written in words, actions and emotions
that should never define this day.
Take it.
Own it.
For it's what you make of it.


Revel in the present.

Because all that had transpired
only led to this moment.
You can't change yesterday for today.
But you can change now for tomorrow.


Enjoy the now.

Because the second that has just passed
has no anchor on you.
All that is experienced will fall away.
Committed to memory and learning
with the dawning of next morn's sun.


Anticipate the future.

Because it belongs to you.
It will wait and it will come.
And when it does, it will be beautiful.
Simply because you're celebrating today,
embracing the present,
savouring this second
and looking forward to tomorrow.

.
 Jul 2017 Poetic T
r
Love can be like
trapped light
existing like dusk
the likes of which we can't see
physical but not optical
gravesites for stars
a waystation for dreamers
a delta to cruise through
paradise on Sunday
cold as ice on Monday
a hundred pound block on tongs
with a butterfly at its center
your temple of madness
or the Egypt of your ***
lands of mystery
an island of death
proven theories of sorrow
your lineage, children, tomorrows.
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