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 Aug 2017 Ramin Ara
Ma Cherie
I saw a lovely frog today
a hopping in my garden
he stopped a sec -
to quickly say hello

I said hello to Mr frog
how do you do you do
how do you do,
my lil' hopping fellow?

he said I'm fine
no point to whine
this life is good
so why not be just mellow?

I said good point
just like the sun
in happy summer yellow

we both just sighed
a tad misty eyed,
so grateful for the lovely warmth
becuz in the light we are freed
and as we looked up- agreed
it is what we all need,

that it is always best
to just allow
ourselves
shine.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Lol ; ) love you poets
 Aug 2017 Ramin Ara
Paola
would anybody care if i died?
i wanted to talk to a friend of mine
checked his birthday, october 8
fell on a sunday; my gift would be late

then i remembered my own birthday
also coincidentally fell on a sunday
opened up my facebook account,
2016, number of greeters didn't amount

to the pain i felt realizing i hated my life
i think i'd become an unemployed, poor wife
who was so scared to reach for the stars
because heights barred her, thinking, "i might fall from afar".

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i'm always so scared of death, the future, not being able to do what i want.
 Aug 2017 Ramin Ara
Born
Hello poets
 Aug 2017 Ramin Ara
Born
Reading your poems makes me feel something




Some   love

Some    hate

Some    pain

Some   lust

Some    hope

Some regrets

Some fairy tales
                        
Reading your poems makes me see some

Some crushing stories stuck on repeat
Some words screaming for help
Some hate for take nology
Some mystic life stories
Some some some for Donald Trump


                       Some tears for peace
                         Some trust in God
 Aug 2017 Ramin Ara
Cné
And lo, with evening shadows comes the twinkle of the stars.
Yonder is the rising moon and further west is Mars.

How wondrous is The Milky Way, away from city lights.
The silence seems to deafen me on sultry rural nights.

Oh, I could sit upon the porch and listen here for hours.
Indeed, the night reflects the subtle magic of nature's powers.

Play on, oh evening symphony and with this starry scene,
Delight my senses off to slumber with a summer dream.
I so enjoyed the beautiful glow of the moon tonight.
Sweet sultry dreams tonight!
 Aug 2017 Ramin Ara
Eric W
There is a dark place you will go,
a place where we've all been
at one time
or another.
A place where clichés come true,
where nightmares turn to reality,
a place where your worst fears,
your deepest insecurities,
will tower above you.
It is a place you will visit
when you have been drained
emotionally, physically, spiritually, mentally,
but must keep moving forward.
A place that does not discriminate
for anyone,
a place that is the great equalizer.
You will not be able to breathe.
Your lungs will be filled with soot,
your eyes will be branded in fire,
your mind will be captive,
you will want to quit.
You may even want to die.

But this place holds a secret.

You will fall to your knees
on tough soil and gravel,
blind,
and you will cry, you will scream.
The air will be as fire,
and your skin will be as ice.
But you will dig.

You will blindly ****** your fingers into the cold Earth,
you will search for a way out,
you will rip and bleed and tear,
and you will convince yourself
it is futile.
But you will not stop.

You will keep fighting.

This place holds a secret.
This place holds an opportunity -
an opportunity for growth.

And, yes, you will grow.
There were many Poets/poetess
who are forgotten by now.

They used to write every other day
spending most precious moments here.


But now I don't find them any more,
replaced by new one's I suppose.

Either they write on their on
or continue with their life as it flows.


I miss all of you.
This poetry of mine is dedicated to all my Hp friends. I see new poet/poetess here and all of them write really well but I miss all others too whom I don't find here more often. Its always a pleasure to read.

Though, lately even I got busy with life & work and find less time to read & write poetry here. But I still recall all of you.
 Aug 2017 Ramin Ara
Valsa George
I hammered some words
Out from the quarry of my brain
They fell around in shards;
Some like boulders,
some like rocks and rubble
I picked them up one by one.
Block on block, I piled them up
Thinking I could build a ‘pleasure dome’

But,
     When it was time for the workman
      To marvel over the beauty and wonder
      Of his dream creation  
      His masonry tumbled down
      Like sand castles built
      By little hands on sea strands
      Or dunes of quicksand sliding down

I have lost count of the times,
This has happened before.
Now that I stay resigned,
Amid a heap of debris

Is there any use feeling remorse?

Like Nero fiddled on his harp
When Rome was burning
I sit on this pile of wreck
Piping my thoughts away
In the cusp between victory and defeat
Exacting as much ecstasy as I can
Before the truth looms large
In all its stark nakedness!
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