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 Jan 2013 Simon G Tehle
Disclosed
Driving around
Laughing
Smiling
Talking about the future
Eating
Breathing

It was perfect
the glimmer of your eyes
the way you asked if I was okay when I fell silent
the way we had a 20 minute discussion on christmas lights


It was all perfect
 Jan 2013 Simon G Tehle
SBohl
Water races beyond the blue
emptying from flooded cloud buckets
pouring into hills, once new.

The untouched ground astounded anew
finding this performance a beautiful sight
of water racing beyond the blue.

Comes again, that rainy view
tearing ways for personal navigation
pouring into hills, once new.

Tears falling to pursue
gravity’s lustful attraction
so water races beyond the blue.

An overpowering river-way avenue
stole this knoll’s virginity
after water raced beyond the blue
pouring into hills, once new.
This is a Villanelle style poem
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Hello beautiful day
New shining light
One beating heart
Help me find a way
To overcome my night
To keep me from my darker part
Why do we like being miserable
Do we enjoy being unhappy
Are we all just perfectly content
To drown in sea of self-pity

Why are we so sad all the time
Why can't we seem to get our minds off the negative
All this pessimism, anger, and depression
Can't we see it's rotting us from the inside

Every once in a while, we should let go of all our burdens
Even if for just a moment, we should forget what made us sad
No more tears, no more heartbreak
But more laughter, more having fun

For once, can we stop torturing ourselves
Just stop worrying about everything
And let the song of our hearts
Sing a merry tune for once
Without others
   I am
      Alone

Without you
   I am
      Lonesome
Surrounded by people, I feel so alone.

Left in a hole, deep dark and cold.

My hearts on my shoulder, looking to leap.

But defenses are high, there's no place on my sleeve.

I know it's not right, not safe.

My past and my fears keep me acting this way.

What needs to be done is screaming at me,

That talk show's on mute, And reception is fading.

Change may be a constant, for better or worse.

I swing between them though, like a pendulum.

Some improvement, then slow destruction.

The highs and the lows, it comes with the turf.

This is my gift.

My Curse. 
Give me my deadly sin and make me regret wondering.
For a moment of lust in your arms disguised as more,
Is better than a life of what ifs, curiosity that causes stumbling.
Having you by a technicality and feeling your slip away,
Is worse than not having you at all,
But the memory of your kiss has more words than you could ever say.
You want to prove yourself, so have a trick up your sleeve,
Ones that I won’t recognize from before,
Ones that might not make me leave.
Exiled from my thoughts, I risked being trapped in a desert,
Stuck with only your constantly fading ghost,
But feeling you want me is something that cannot be measured.
Your hands rushed with desire climb over my skin,
Brushing hair back from my eyes,
And as wrong as it is, I want nothing more than to win.
Win you or win by walking past you I have not decided,
Thoughts roam that were long forgotten,
And so I’ll try not to pick people to confide in.
You are not dusted with shame, but a more humble emotion.
My cheeks grow red when I think of telling people we exist again,
For while at times you rose above, overall you lacked devotion.
I’ve often wondered before what made us miss,
So remind me of the poison that laces your lips,
As my favorite sin takes me over with a kiss.
 Jan 2013 Simon G Tehle
Dena
Soldier
 Jan 2013 Simon G Tehle
Dena
The battle has been won
The struggle is over
It's time to go home now

The flag has been flown
The river crusaded
And the grass overturned

The enemy has won
The real enemy has lost
And all of us are gone now

But bring this near
And remember me here
When you feel that all is lost

So, come as we close
Bring what has been tossed
Bring what you have forgotten

Put them down here
You will never see them again
Bring her up there
And you will see her soon.
That pretty girl--
munching and rustling
the wrapped-up rice cake.
 Jan 2013 Simon G Tehle
Sharad
Quite strange and funny, the feeling,

Of not having the thing, you most desire,

The thing, you are obsessed with,

Feeling of desperateness and need,

Overtaking you,  

Quite funny the feeling,

When the few day passes by, the pain

Evaporates just like dust in the open air,

Making you wonder, for what you were after,

Therein lies the truest answer of your desire.
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