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 Apr 2020 LC
Ammar Younas
Haiku
 Apr 2020 LC
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
He should take care not to sunburn,
For he can no longer steal my skin.
 Apr 2020 LC
Glenn Currier
Guilt and its grave cousin shame
a heavy gnarled ball and chain
on my ankle, holding me back
sinking me into bloodthirsty black.
 Apr 2020 LC
Carlo C Gomez
Dance with me
my darling
upon the balcony
in the moonlight
cheek-to-cheek

We can whisper about
the shrouded past with smiles
and promise each other
all sorts of pleasures
one last time

Just close your eyes
my love
ignore the sound
of the wrecking ball
and i will hold you tight

even if for only a moment longer...
 Apr 2020 LC
Amna Khan
Under the serene starry sky
lay a  hushed beating heart
In a field as far as the horizon offered
always allured by God's majestic art

Two glistening eyes on Draco fixated
Orion seemed the epitome of delight
Deciphering the secrets the cosmos held
in awe of the gloom broken by celestial light

Almost as if the stars were reaching out too
cradling the little one in their truths
unraveling their mysteries to the heart of the wild
in their lullaby, ease and soothe

The galaxies above used their magic to fill
the obscure heart with emotions aplenty
and all that chained it to the insipid earth
were mundane realities and gravity
Constructive criticism is welcome.
 Apr 2020 LC
Marshal Gebbie
Fragrance in its lilting form
Slid around her neck
Prompting me to pout my lips
And give her lobe a peck,
Prompted me to stroke the down,
The soft down of her cheek
And soft caress the sensuousness,
Of which we seldom speak.
Murmuring endearments
Those gentle words un-glove
Conjuring warm moistness there
Sweet prelude to our love.
An urgency enfolds us now
to mesh together tight
Clasping lips together hard,
Both panting in delight.
Frantic in our urgent need
We spill impassioned, wet ascent
To acquiesce exhausted, both
Entangled now, hot and spent.

M.
7 March 2020
Taranaki NZ
 Apr 2020 LC
Marshal Gebbie
Dusk across a severed sea
Immortal tones impaling me,
Dulcet grey striated lines
Across horizon’s luscious wines,
Of setting sun in huge refrain
Melting into falling rain.
Exulting in this feel of brine
A-washing curling toes of mine,
This gentle wash on seashell shore
As wavelets surge in even score,
A symphony of tidal sound,
Enveloping in sense-surround.
And chorusing from arrowed flight
Of seabirds, overhead, As night
Advances with a first stars’ hue,
Imbued with velvet dreams of you.

M.
Morocco
May 1967
 Apr 2020 LC
Marshal Gebbie
Serpentine of hard green sheen
Born in hydrothermal’s spleen
Where pressured, metamorphosed plate,
Converged at boundaries’ Vulcan gate
To lay in tumbled disarray
Where octopi and dolphin play.

From olivine and pyroxene
Derived the crystal serpentine
Through Hellfires’ metamorphic fate
Now crystalized to Greenstone state.

There lying in the golden light
Of mountain stream in tumbled sight
Refracting in the morning sun
That glint of green since time begun.

M.
That glint of green, a jade boulder
in the tumbling mirth of a plummeting
mountain stream in New Zealands'
wild Southwest.
Jacksons Bay
Fiordland National Park
June 2017
A explanation delivered to Karinnjinba of the meaning of this poem.

Convergent plate tectonics cause subterranean layers of mineralization to be exposed in the process of mountain formation.
This poem is a celebration of the formation of greenstone through its transitions from from serpentine a glassy green layer situated twixt the continental plate and the mohorovic discontinuity...through exposure to intense heat from nearby magma intrusion and the incredible pressure applied in its upward ****** to the light. The transfer through crystalization, in the heating and cooling of the rock through its passage to its discovery as a water worn boulder in an alpine stream...Greenstone or Jade or Pounamu as the Maori call it....A magnificent, translucent, glassy green rock carved and valued, historically by the maori as cultural taonga and weaponry and valued worldwide as a classic gemstone of metamorphic origin.
M.
 Apr 2020 LC
Cole Jackson
love
 Apr 2020 LC
Cole Jackson
She has the beauty of a crane
And the elegance of the flames
She helps in times of need to keep me sane
I ask how she does it and got the answer Its love she claims
Thank you Anna for never abandoning me especially during the toughest of times
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