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JAMIL HUSSAIN Jun 2018
Ecstatic
You  l e a v e  me
With your manner of veiling
N o w,  emerge  in  my  h e a r t
And  let  me  treasure  you
O’ manifestation
Of  love

✒ ℐamil Hussain
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Mystery of the ‘e’.


What can be caught but never tamed?
What can be attained, but never detained?
What will never cease?
If you could only see; would you still require me?


If you had been shown, what wasn’t normally known,
Would you have believed what you had read?
If you know the answer, you would not have asked the question;
Still you ask with a fear of regret.


What have you found to solve the mystery of the ‘e’?
Have you gained from this experience?  Do you see what I see?
Let it lighten up your heart, with the joy of discovery.
Find your inner child, your inner being, or your split personality.


This is the way, walk into the light.
The police would like you to give them a statement.
Do you know the answer to the mystery of the ‘e’?
Of course I do, it’s obviously (…).


If that is what you have found,
To solve the puzzle of the ‘e’.
Then enlightenment is yours to behold friend;
So enjoy your next mystery.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Stone and Blood Jun 2018
Blind in one eye,
Blind in two.
Short Sighted a many,
But the Scattered, few.
Helmets, protect the Short Sighted,
From a great deal, a plenty.
But for what they see,
What a pity.
Making for difficulty,
You don’t see.

The Scattered, listen.
We don’t lie.
I don’t feel like we’re living,
We’re living to survive.
Alex Zhang Jun 2018
I see life through a crystalline window
Colorless so that my vision is untainted
Yet ironically still deceiving in its transparency
For through the many facets of this jeweled facade
My sight scatters into many dimensions
Unable to focus on a single aspect
So that something as simple as an iron needle
Becomes a cage of interconnecting rods
Binding my thoughts in an imaginary jail
In the matrix created by the morphed glass
My eyes: where simplicity is corrupted
To a kaleidoscope of unwarranted complexity
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
I see


I see pictures on a blank canvas.
I see images inside your image.
I see the tranquility within the madness.
I see a beautiful world only I can envisage.


I see words where none are written.
I see winter gardens on a mid-summers afternoon.
I see Macintosh before it was ever bitten.
I see colours of sunlight when all illumination is from a moon.


I see history designing your future.
I see the past repeating here and now.
I see technology; forever advancing roots of a router.
I see an empty space, with floating ice mountains in the background.


I see Fuji rising over Emoji.
I see all in jigsaw pieces.
I see connections where no attachment should be.
I see the perpetual wave;
Beauty never ceases.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Arcassin B Jun 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Holy unholy matrimony in love.
cozy like a feather under rain where my
heart Is.
stopping all the violence in the world
where it all begin.
love everyone love noone at all for this
is trust.
your dreams soaked in tar where it does
not see the light of day again.
Holy unholy matrimony in love.
theres no where to hide,
no where to run,
officially stuck.
Holy unholy matrimony in love.
Holy unholy matrimony your in love.
Holy unholy matrimony be in love.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/06/cozzy.html
Salmabanu Hatim Jun 2018
You,my little dolls,
Are my heart and soul.
I leave to you my minions,
My work of everlasting visions,
My Book Of Poems
Expressed with heartfelt rythems,
Each imagination,
My own colourful reflections.
Emotions shine through my poems with clarity,
I weld each word and thought with sincerity,
Giving a unique feeling of creativity.
I know my sweet beauty,
You love poetry,
Remember your granny as you read each line,
Of this book of poems of mine.
To my lovely granddaughters.I love you tons.
Salmabanu Hatim May 2018
I have aged,
Nearer to the ledge,
Remaining years are bonuses,
No more onuses.
I am grateful,
Life is more peaceful.
My hearing loss,
Is God's Gift of a rose,
My hearing aid I pretend not to wear,
Shrug off, like I don't care.
When I want,I tune out the family,
And be happy,
I frustrate people sometimes,
To repeat themselves many times.
About me what they feel,
Has made me almost change my will.
I now walk with the aid of a walker,
They made me wear a pamper,
In a way good,
No more frequent trips to the loo.
No more errands,or picking kids from school,
Put your legs on a stool,
Watch T.V or doze off.
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