Where’s God?

Submitted by Bo Bestvina

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I don’t find God in the pretty things
So I’ll pass on the bright lights
And glistening teeth

I don’t find God
In performances of consumption
Or in unapproachable beauty and youth

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Something Happened

Submitted by Michael A. Walker

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Pulled from the earth on the cusp of sunrise
A breath of life gushes to the realm
Sent amidst a civil uprising among civilities
Something Happened, light refuse lights of distinct

King on peace shot to eternal peace visualizes
Lights reunite to learn aright
Something Happened, renown of old still opposes
Assumption of favour blinds the brightest of lights

Serving honourably on a broader plain coherently
Marching to a rhythm of one beat Happened
Seven finalizes the journey, civil starts anew
Crow lightly seasoned still the flavour of some..

Two scores and six and still under this dark cloud
Some thinks a curse of storms to avoid acquaintance
Methinks a cloud of witnesses urging onward
Those afore sojourning similitude before crossing over…
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Michael Walker

HAIKU: RETIRE WITH ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Let me be the last

Poem of the Day – Trapped in Tins

Trapped in Tins

 

Skin flints the lot of them

Too tight for their trousers

Hows’ they got the nerve; or even deserve

A listening post

The most gifted whistle blower: who’d know her flashing teeth

Sand

Submitted by Peter M Burns
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Sand; Sculptures in history,
It absorbs time, blood and man.
Can hold its breath while the tide
Refreshed,
Waved, and caressed the land.

CHEAP SHOTS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

cheap shots
hitting below the belt
unfair fighting
in an effort to win

STRAY DOG

Submitted by Gunadevi Rajaratnam

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Stray Dog they called him,
Got chased away when he came near,
Until they saw his great deed,
He was not treated well.

Broken Love Doll

Submitted by Samnessofself

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At the worst times.

Feeling discarded like a broken doll.
Waited forever to pour out my soul,

Waited forever for the one.
Waited forever for the dream,
Dream feels so distant, yet so close.

But half in sight,

Half of me might find bliss this I see.

Half fights seemingly endlessly, will it be worth it?

Self speaks of letting half go for now,

Then I refuse.

~ Haiku Cyclet

~  Haiku Cyclet

 

Hyperbolic lines

Ratings rant out truthfulness

News media mill

Open Doors, I search..

A tiring day,
with those drenched brows
I walk out
in despair and no hope..

Looking down
at the earthly floor
I look up
for a shoulder for my tears to pour..

THE SECRET

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

always leave them wanting more
no tears, no crying or sad goodbye
just whispered words, a warm caress
and a kiss they’ll long for ‘til they die 

HAIKU: BEWARE OF BRUISING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He is a flower

#54 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Poetry =

You

You’ve got all what I want,

I lost everything looking for you,

My heart still wanders in search,

But only you can give what I desire.

Preaching on the Street Corner

You passersby, please stop and stand and hear
About a Man who came to earth and bled,
Whose purpose was to drive away death’s fear.

LONGING…

Submitted by touchstone65

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All are silent now
Tattooed Moon peeping through clouds,
Insane memory
strange winds…

Close your ravaged eyes
Forgotten innocent childhood
Uncertain hour of silence
Loneliness strangled in the wind…

I’ve fallen in Love with every thought of you

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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You’re scent is gone now
gravity kicks me to the floor
far, far away from the knocker on my broken burgundy door
you’re punk rock image
strings unplayed
black leather jacket and fishnets foraging
you’re jagged style stapled to the wall
posters of the preachers with lyrics to preach
swinging switchblades in the mirror
drunk on white pills from blister packs in the mind
image junkie saviour shaking
savour the time we had
make me a disciple in the temple that is you
you’re eyes blue as the clearest skies
clouds beaten to death in a back narrow ally way
long walks down Kyoto roads
you’re too much of a shut in sometimes
bicycle rides under a green canopy of trees
metal mesh wire fence to cage you in
with but a single word singing
break the worlds crumbling
bleed the sun from magma red
harvest a rise in me
golden as the scarecrows sour face
scythe in shaking hands
loaded gun gone off the deep end
8 foot counting and drowning
grating grains of horror at the witching hour
you’re my witch, i’m your hour
percent by volume is never high enough
winged German gypsy
granting wishes and dreams
tearing from your own feathers exposes tattoos
falling faster from the darkness that chases
rolling up my white cuffs and sleeves
it’s going to be a long night

sympathy

With her I cry

My tears roll down the cheeks

She cries for the daughter long lost

I cry for the pain she hides

Afraid Of Love

come
and look me
in the eye

you know
there’s tension
between you and I

Sand

Submitted by Peter M Burns
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Sand; Sculptures in history,
It absorbs time,blood and man.
Can hold its breath while the tide
Refreshed,
Waved, and caressed the land.

He Knows

Submitted by WetBliss

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The sheer beauty
Isn’t in her clothes, no
It’s in secrets she holds
The ones held close
In the fibbers of her soul
Rarely ever exposed,

She is the one

submitted by aparna_097

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You are an ordinary lady,
With traces of beauty on your face
But plenty in your heart.
I run my hands over the lines on your face,
which were formed due to years of taking care of me.

If I told you

Submitted by Jay mar

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If I told you how I felt
Would you turn around and walk away
If I told you that all these years I thought of you
I still feel the same
Would you turn your back on me

Emergence

submitted by angelbeamsblog

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This eternal quest
For what, I am still unaware
I turn in all directions
Tentative steps in new paths
Paths leading where?
Paths I never knew were there.

We sailed upon a ship

Submitted by terrybalmain

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We sailed upon a ship that left Nantucket
wasn’t much of a ship was a bit of a bucket
but the wind was blowing, the sails were full
so was the captain and so was the crew
the time we left America bound for Circular Quay.

If I told you

Submitted by Jay mar

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If I told you how I felt
Would you turn around and walk away
If I told you that all these years I thought of you
I still feel the same
Would you turn your back on me
I was always yours you never knew it
I know you would never be mine
You are only mine for a moment

A lovers note.

Submitted by Selfness4m

Would you meet me?

Love’s ocean sometimes offers few waves in life.
I’d really like to ride this next one with you
Ride before that timeless joy is missed.

Clap

On the banks of religion, I ponder the propensity of holy silences. Its how flow.

Why search with feet and hands, eyes and ears and nose

for a formless revelation, for a voice, or sound,
that is Never, ever nebulous and blank, that hadn’t considered we men and women
would write its noiseless musings, would sketch and paint, stain glass,