going back to California

Submitted by moonmethkid

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I’m going back to California,
Where our dreams and the sun,
Shine for us,

Memories of long American nights,
Woodstock dances under the lights,
We did it all for fun,

the brutality of world

Submitted by kratik lodha

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(A child talk to her mother and she is showing the brutality of world…along with some hope that everything will be fine…..)
(Then the child write this one.)
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World where the mans are standing with their sniper,
I turned to my mom and just playing the piper;

All are here to dominate their power and pride,
But they don’t know they are making this world elide;

When i look in her eyes she leaves me in surprise,
That how can anyone be so patiently wise;

She said…..
When our shadows are taller than our souls,
It ia time to give a hang on our goals;;

The Kiss

The Kiss

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The key she purloined

From the silver ring

Held the secret

To a terrible truth.

The Gifts I am Given

The mirror  that I look

at myself in is

old

dark

fractured

wavy

distorted

THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOWS

VARIES

FROM HUSTLE

AND BUSTLE

TO STILL LIFE

AND FROZEN

FROM MIDDAY

TO MIDNIGHT

FROM MOONLIGHT

TO DAYLIGHT

“Memory after you”

Like a lost soul
From a deep sleep
In a dazzle
Of frizzle I keep

Flashbacks
Flashes of lights
In a blink of my eye
They blew me high

Mellifluous

There are quite a lot of sounds
that are pleasing to the ear
Mellifluous they may be called
Sweet and smooth to hear

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The tip
Clenched and tight
Bladder
Painfully full
Panting and sweaty

HIM

Submitted by Mahin

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roses and honeybees flourish when our breath mingles,
as his curls find my needy grip
his tough hands travel into my soft spots
merging his presence with mine,
an eternal high looks promising
next to the desire and greed he has of what is his,

Images,1985

Images

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Imagine-

You and I entwined

in another world

Where only moments exist in our minds,

And we must reach out and grasp

or never find

What we are searching for.

Her Name Was December

Inspired by the name of a Matthew Mayfield song

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Her name was December

she blew in with the last autumn leaves

swirling red, yellow and orange

‘round her head

She could be warm

like golden lights in a window

Like coral

Like coral grips the rock,
I hold fast to you

THOUGHTS

By Pratishruti Mohanty, Gina Gallyot and Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The past

was back to haunt her

with shadows

that bent over

and whispered your name

Allure

The allure of the ocean
calls often to me
whenever I’m taken
away from the sea
So I have to return
as one does for a friend
as its magic and beauty
has no limit or end

Falling Into Me

Falling Into Me

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Standing on the edge

Of the shifting sands of time

Searching the vastness

Hoping to find

Answers to questions

Coursing through my mind.

love is love

Submitted by Allison Grayhurst

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Love is love, full of thirst and suffering
but stronger still than
the devil’s lyre. Once
my world was a wound of sleepwalking
and intangible thoughts.
Today, there is a voice under the sheets
that has learned the language of my private choir.

Journeys End

Name: সূর্য গুপ্ত

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We walked a long way together the 2 of us

We shared a lot of time. We have done stuff ordinary things

Not worth talking about much less write it down

But not every journey can be forever. Sometimes we need to part.

We shouldn’t need to lie. You shouldn’t have to cry.

Waking Dreams (revisited)

Your eyes haunt me

as I wander in this waking dream

the way you look at me

the way you look into me

seeing everything I keep hidden

everything that I keep close

you never look away

Sultry

Mid May and springtime evenings
with warmth still in the air
left over from the sunshine
that has been shining there

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Distant but here
I hear the happy sounds

Past Is History, Not A Mystery

Submitted by pranabaxom

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For those that past is not history but a mystery

Anything that can’t be explained a miracle

At the drop of a hat those who are ready

To confer divinity to reformers of the past

But are ready to punish and instil fear of death

On the followers of reformers of modern age

Heretics and hearsay if you question the past

Are we to believe that everything modern is foolish

Flying

Flying over cities is glorious
London’s furnace reaching for the sky
The nested curving of Amsterdam canals

Sea of Qualm

Sea of Qualm

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Alone in a sea of qualm,

Struggling for precious air

Will they like what I write

Will anyone out there care?

MORE THAN I DARE SAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I miss you so much

When you are gone away

Out of the reach of my arms

Out of touch with my soul

No Ordinary Love

Inspired by You + Me’s haunting cover of No Ordinary Love

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Reaching across

a distance

more formidable than

miles

fathoms

leagues

you reached out

Heronswood

I can walk the world in the Heronswood,
I can walk and talk with the horticulturists
and the nature gods. I can meet with cultures
I never knew, the Thalictrum, the Fuchsia,
the Phlox, the Hakonechloa. With my fingers
I can brush the Bishop’s Hat, with my toes

Allotment II

The allotment’s looking lovely
if I do say so myself
We’ve been doing lots of digging
‘Cos it’s quite good for our health
We’ve got some fruit trees growing
and have planted lots of seeds
And in between the watering
have been pulling up the weeds

Haiku-9

great sturgeon swims by;
sitting on the rivers side,
we watch in silence

© L. Rose