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When I heard the anklets chime, Poetry by Navonil Chatterjee

Genre: Family
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Deep in the folds of the misty mountains,
On a calm and serene morning,
I lay in the cradle of dreamy slumber,
When the fog parted to sweet tinkling.
The music played through wood and stone,
Through cedar trees and shrubs of thyme,
Echoing off the valleys and plains,
That’s when I heard the anklets chime.

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A stranger from a faraway land,
A land forgotten in times of yore,
She came from a land of dragons and elves,
Proceeded to narrate its everlasting lore.
The white wizard who’s always on time,
The young one with the lightning scar,
Played heroic roles and suppressed evil,
Their glory spread wide and far.
The golden lion that felled the white witch,
Defying death on the table of stone,
A wall of ice that goes on for miles,
Where weddings in blood set the tone.
Harmless family man, the bald alchemist,
The one who knocks, say his name!
Crystals he converts to riches aplenty,
But does not survive to lay his claim.
The Doctor sifts through space and time,
Where blinking can cost you dearly,
On and on she went about each story,
Till I could visualize her tale clearly.

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‘That’s a world I’d like to visit someday’
My prompt, enthusiastic plea,
‘After all this time?’, she asks perplexed.
‘Always’, I reply with glee.
 

 

 

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I am love’s fool, Poetry by Aleck Miranda

Genre: Love
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 I am love’s fool
Under the spell of those piercing eyes
Memories that replay moments
Conversations that wouldn’t die

Those hands that are still on mine
Long after you have gone
And that kiss that lingered behind
Days – nay – weeks, after it was done

Then the silence that followed
Knowing not what went wrong
The moments seemed perfect
Until I felt I didn’t belong

I’ve always been a stranger
To the world you hold dear
A world that you built
Out of angst and your own tears

You live in a place
Where there is love for another
Who’s broken your heart
And will never be your lover

And here I am
Cast to the side
Bared my own love
Now buried alive

I’ve hidden it deep
Yet it stirs when it sees you
It tries to remind me
Of what once was true

I am love’s fool
For I could not forget
How your lips felt on mine
Every thought with regret
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The Second Cup, Poetry by Michael Westcombe

Genre: #Family, #Kids, #Life, #Love & #Relationships.

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 How sweet this brew, unsugared, blended tea,
Infused with my love for you, and yours for me!
So blessed, from rich estates, and Darjeeling,
Expressing so much of us, our mutual feeling.

And as the pungent liquor slowly pours,
I reflect on this love of mine, and of yours.
Our children, like the issue from the spout
Are sometimes here, but much more often, out.

So much survived, and much more shared
Leaves both of us with nerve ends bared;
And this, the gentle ritual of brewing tea,
Provides for me, an essential sheltering lea:

Because your welcome presence lifts me up,
I always pour for you, the second cup!

 

 

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In Memory of 2016, Poetry by Felicia L. Smith

Genre: TRAGEDIES

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The Rose, Poetry by psizan

 Genre: Hurt, Love
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“Once you give me a rose
A red rose,
What has many thorns
I am holding it, still
Even though you’re gone.
Though it’s bleeding
Still, I am holding.

You promised me
You will never leave me alone,
But you are gone
The promise is broken,
Still, I am holding
My heart is bleeding,
Still, I am breathing
Odorous of the rose.
The red rose,
Though the rose is no more red
It’s covered with a black shade,
Still, I am holding it
Though you called it dead.

Though it hurts
I am holding it, still
Who cares,
I have no fears
I know my eyes is full of tears
But I am laughing.

I am holding it, still
I will hold it forever
As love dies never.”

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Here’s my official blog: https://psizan.wordpress.com

 

 

 

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DEATH BOUTIQUE, Poetry by Lionel Walfish

 Genre: Comical Farce
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Stepping on the lower stones that led to hallways bare, the master of the shop appeared, and beckoned to a chair. “We’ve got a great array to choose from sir”, he flipped a tiny switch. “There are those outside, who think that this is only for the rich.” The room went dark, a screen lit up, and he began to ‘pitch’. “The Pyramids look good to-day. Locked in a tomb is a very fine way! The Tour Eiffel, a man once fell, his skull did crack on landing. On the bateaux Mouche, a gentle push, saw Madam’s lungs expanding.” “Niagara Falls, on a gray windy day, a little raft will do ya . Row to the ledge, just over the edge, while singing Hallelujah. From The Empire State, observation is great, and we’ll ship you over for free. You go to the top, pass the sign that says ‘stop’, and over you go, one, two, three. In India, there is a hall, The Tajmah, and it’s very tall. We’ll bring you to the highest tower, and you’ll be gone within the hour. In London town, you know the bridge; it runs across the Thames. We’ll hold you down, I’m sure you’ll drown, ensnared in lily stems. We’ll take you to the northern wilds, a place you’ve dreamed of as a child. And just to show you that we care, you’ll be eaten by a polar bear. A small deposit, right now will do. No fuss, no muss, we’ll see it through. Ten thousand Francs, right now will do. A special price, and just for you ! ”

 

 

 

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A jumbled up mess, Poetry by Krystle Nicole Martin

 Genre: Life
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I haven’t written much in a long while and since it’s almost the new year I figured I would try something for a bit.

I’m scared.
I don’t know what tomorrow will hold.
I’m not even sure if there will even be a tomorrow.
I don’t want my hard work to lead me nowhere.
I don’t think I thought this through.

I’m a jumbled up mess.
I’m either here nor there.
I’m a wandering soul.

My feet stay planted.
My eyes have wandered what could lie in the horizon.
My mind races.
My body is numb.

Is this what faith is like?
Is this the way it’s supposed to feel?
Is this what trust is like?
Is this the way I’m supposed to go?

I can’t write eloquently.
I can’t write to save my life.
I can’t write to understand.

Where am I going?
Where is my resting place?

I know, I’ll go Home.

 

 

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DREAM, Poetry by Mary Freericks

Genre: Family
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 Does sleeping
in a teen agers bed
turn me young again

peachy,
juicy
electric?

The Eiffel Tower grows
from its base
into a monument.

A metal ring tree
leans towards
the window.

And a chandelier
flat on the wall
hangs from air.

One photo of a poppy
larger than life
unfurls its petals.

I rest my head on her soft pillow
my body under her lavender quilt
What dreams will I weave?

Granddaughter, you are off at
college and I am in your bed in your home
as you stretch into life.

Discover the world.
your Indian roommate
your Chines suite mate.

As you lift your new window
I so comfortable in your bed
your miniature poodle snug at my side

relive my hipster days.
See through a translucent veil
your rainbow world

love trembling on roaring seas.
balancing on a pyramid
as hands give way.

 

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Missing Home, Poetry by Anyasi Ray

 Genre: Hope, Hurt, Rhyme, Sad, Society and Kids
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Home is gone, stolen by our enemy.
Home is broken, and nothing left for me.
Now I live in the wreck of an old van,
And my pillow is a soiled baking pan.
Sweet home, can I find another one new?

Home is not a place there is an army.
Home is where there is daddy and mommy.
Daddy is not here because of a gunman.
Mommy is not here because of a masked man.
The gunman and the masked man, shame on you.

Home is where all my friends are around me.
Home is where I can play with Salami.
I saw a pretty boy in a turban,
I tried to play with him here but he ran.
Why his mom won’t let him, I never knew.

Home is where I always fill my tummy.
Home is where my hunger makes me happy.
I can’t follow mommy’s nutrition plan,
When my meal is from the Bantus’ trash can.
Taste and hunger, my companions anew.

Home is where the cold will never catch me.
Home is where the insects will not bite me.
The sun has given me more than a tan,
And blisters I wear like a cardigan.
A pain more than this is only a few.

 

 

 

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Gestures, Poetry by Tuoyo Palmer

Genre: Sensual
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A tarry bright smile
Whispers of soothing sounds
Tantalizing spices of seasoned aroma
Fragrances which evokes the upliftment of an unconscious soul
Beauty in it’s modest nature
Life unwraps as it flips into series of previewing pages
Flashbacks of captions that entreats the mind
Distorted emotions creates a wavering countenance
Tales of trials
In pills and in portions
It disintegrates every story into pieces of treasured gold
Laying up bounties for a mysterious quest
 

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