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Love-Forests Field Raw Romance, Love Poetry by dr todd harris

Sunshine’s Love raises verdant forests
Giant Sequoias’ limbs tend skyward
Sunlight’s gardener’s guarded gate
Clouds tumbling azure linen’s card

Stormy high-Horizons blink

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Love-Forests Field Raw Romance
by dr todd harris

Sunshine’s Love raises verdant forests
Giant Sequoias’ limbs tend skyward
Sunlight’s gardener’s guarded gate
Clouds tumbling azure linen’s card

Stormy high-Horizons blink
Topside needles perspiring porous
Moonlight’s midday upside drink
Bracing gossamer mothwings’ fate
chording nesting mockingbirds’ chorus

Cool-misted gravity-loosened Cones
Odd-Drop nest-eggs’ tarried bones
Cleaving Clover Sprouts’ rising rate
Swallowtails dance rosepetals’ rink

Marching Ants form treetrunk’s torus
Circling Seasons’ birthday ward

Earthworms raising one wary end
Blind eyed readily self-aware
Digging warm earth’s open air

Waving
armless thermals bend
Shadows shelter homeward bound
Seedlings join droughty-watered tears
Blooming daisies worship untoward
Woodland spirits’ creaking prayer

Breezes polish branch-path grounds
Noting crooks’ circumstantial bier
Unmeasured unsawn virgin board
Forester’s dreamed-of planks austere

Occupying rain-dropped atmosphere
Photosynthesized seedlings dance
Bark-fissures dry-dock sapling-sounds
Love-raised forests field raw romance

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Everything is Love, Love Poetry by Debra Tammer

Everything is love
Even fear is love
Even hate.

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Everything Is Love

by Debra Tammer

Everything is love
Even fear is love
Even hate.

Hate is love
A love lost a long time before you were born
And now handed to you as an ancient scorn.

Anger is love
Pull back the curtain of your rage
And it’s there-it’s love hiding in a cage.

Sadness is love
Tears rolling down your sorry face
Longing to turn back life’s rapid race

Fear is love
Awed at the expanding boundless beauty
Belittled to a sense of dwarfish duty

Love is love
Souls spinning until we find a connection
The ultimate search for divine reflection.

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Love – A Mystical Paradox, Love Poetry by Somali K Chakrabarti

A fuzzy feeling had tiptoed in

To silently grasp me in its grip

I found myself waiting to catch a glimpse

Cherishing hours of endless larks and talks

Holding hands in the alley on walks,

Relishing the whiff of a life giving zephyr,

Love!!

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Love – A Mystical Paradox

A fuzzy feeling had tiptoed in

To silently grasp me in its grip

I found myself waiting to catch a glimpse

Cherishing hours of endless larks and talks

Holding hands in the alley on walks,

Relishing the whiff of a life giving zephyr,

Love!!

Your intense gaze fixed on my face,

I lost myself in your entrancing embrace,

With an impulsive zeal our lips had met

In a gush of yearning, I was swept

Like a paper boat in the sea, I kept

Swirling on a colossal tide of desire,

Love!!

Riddles arose, riddles were solved,

Two souls merged, egos dissolved,

Playing the sweetest harmony of its kind,

In a communion of body and mind.

I discovered myself vibrant, alive,

Drinking the magical elixir,

Love!!

Love, the panacea for odds of life

Yet, was the reason for many a strife

Was it possession, an obsessive addiction?

A dependency swiveling around gratification;

From unconditional, it turned provisional

The cause of trepidation,

Love!!

Followed the inevitable separation, and its agony

Haunting like an unfinished symphony

In the depths of despair, it dawned on me-

Whether we meet again or not

A part of you will always be with me,

Despite the seal of destiny –

A mystical, paradox,

Love!!

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What My Parent’s Gave Me, Poetry by Ada Castle

My mother was born a cherry blossom.
full of little budding flowers with the scent of heaven swirling around her space.
The same way a tea light flickers in a power starved bedroom.
Her glow enchanting, inviting, promising warmth but watch out or she will burn you,
striking you with her heat so quickly you will not be able to get away before she consumes you body and soul.

Genre: Family, Love, Relationship

What My Parent’s Gave Me

by Ada Castle

My mother charmed the branches of many plants not just trees,
her magic crossed borders,
she loved and loves freely,
not in a closet or a box with a lid.
she taught me to love the same way.

No tree caught my mother’s eye more than my father’s rough bark and smooth cracks upon the strength of his oakness.
The glow of her seduction made his thick sprigs sway towards her and he drank her heavenly scent in,
the same way you may enjoy a drink of wine,
a fruity intoxication of natural liquid made by the hands of those created to press out golden juices of something already,
miraculous, grandiose, tart but slightly addictive the more you brush your lips against it.

When you see me in my large frame that my father passed on to me,
know that underneath my mother’s little budding flowers are planted inside the place most people are hollow.
I enjoy the surprise in your eyes when you thought you had destroyed me by peeling away my tough layers,
while I just swirled the scent of heaven all around you.

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Man of the Marshes, Poetry by Kim M. Russell

Squelching through the muddy marshes,

Entanglements of grass and reeds,

He swipes at bolshy bulrushes,

Crumbles the heads into white seeds.

Genre: Rhyme, Ballad, Society

Man of the Marshes by Kim M. Russell

Squelching through the muddy marshes,

Entanglements of grass and reeds,

He swipes at bolshy bulrushes,

Crumbles the heads into white seeds.

Entanglements of grass and reeds

Bending, breaking as he strides by,

Crumbles the heads into white seeds,

Tossing them upwards to the sky.

Bending, breaking as he strides by,

Pondering the riddle of his pain,

Tossing them upwards to the sky,

The seeds tumble to earth again.

Pondering the riddle of his pain,

Feet planted in muddy marshes,

Soaked to the skin in pouring rain,

His heart is full of bulrushes.

Feet planted in muddy marshes,

Entangled in the grass and reeds,

His heart is full of bulrushes,

His head crumbling into white seeds.

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I Am Me, Poetry by Upender Reddy.

I’m a sky
Full of stars

I’m a body
Full of hidden scars

I’m a see-saw
Your happiness I draw

Genre: Personality

I Am Me by Upender Reddy.

I’m a sky

Full of stars

I’m a body

Full of hidden scars

I’m a see-saw

Your happiness I draw

I’m a drink

Makes you think

I’m an absorber

Absorbing your emotions

I’m a illusion

Making you cross the ocean

I’m a mirage

U don’t see

I’m magic

You know me

I’m me

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GOD’S Pursuit, Poetry by BW 4 Christ

My prayers need answers

Answers that I seek

For a strong soul that is often meek

That pursuit doesn’t always take me to YOUR book

Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual

GOD’S Pursuit by BW 4 Christ

My prayers need answers

Answers that I seek

For a strong soul that is often meek

That pursuit doesn’t always take me to YOUR book

For I never know where to look

Sometimes it’s in the course of a day

That the answers come across my way

Other times it’s in YOUR pursuit of me

That you use the things I see

For YOU created me visually

It’s in the trees so strong and tall

It’s written on walls

Maybe a program on TV

Music that strikes the very heart of me

YOUR pursuit, YOUR woo, YOUR courtship, OUR relationship

All depends on the answers that I seek

For that soul that’s strong but often meek

That sometimes needs a wake up call

The cause for that fall

Just so I have no choice but to look up before the ground swallows me whole

And I lose that strong soul

That YOU created from the beginning

Set in a fallen world of free will

That keeps on sinning

Answers that it continuously seeks

A soul forced to be made weak

YOUR pursuit to capture just so YOU can make it free

Looks into the very heart of me

Patiently silently knocks at the door

With hope once more

Expecting just once chance

To break down the walls with no romance

Strongholds that were built in more than one night

Gave the devil his delight

Holding on to the lock and key

Swallowed up everything

No peace, self-control, hope or joy

Permanently scarred grown humans that used to be girls and boys

But that pursuit that YOU do

If we allow ourselves to be captured

We’ll be stuck to YOU

Living life more abundantly

Made whole and free

Strongholds washed away

Peace, joy, hope and all the other good fruit here to stay

No matter if it rains wet

But YOU dry with just YOUR breathe

Cause YOUR pursuit means we have met

That pursuit means the thrill is never gone

Away goes those sad songs

Cause YOU have reached and mended the very heart of me

YOUR pursuit, woo, courtship, relationship says

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WHIMSICAL PIMP, Poetry by Maria Lopez

When i see him in the morning
Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.

Genre: Life

WHIMSICAL PIMP by Maria Lopez

When i see him in the morning

Reminds me of an old song,
Sinatra and gipsy kings
And motown
And rock n’ roll.

Strange mixture of a man
I could call him retro freak,
With his broad wing hat
And red shoes,
Off he goes with his rythm stick.

You should see him
Through my eyes…

My neighbourhood is soo boring,
So bloody traditional,
so mass sunday mornings,
So gossip and hypocritical,
So old ladies with their trolleys
And their god blessed doggies.

That im so grateful for his colours,
His raven black hair,
At 70 something
His tight jeans, his big head.

Every morning
As I pass by,
He will sing me a tune
Mixture of flamenco and jazz.
… and he doesnt know it
But he paints me a smile.
For when i am old
As old as this woman will be,
I want to be outrageous

Just like the whimsical pimp.

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Cockroaches Are Precocious, Poetry by C.P. Hickey

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Genre: Funny

“Cockroaches Are Precocious”

By C.P. Hickey

I find cockroaches to be precocious.

Especially, those from Nacogdoches.

Scurry hurry, here and there.

On their backs, legs in the air.

Marvel at their quick precision,

Never in the same position.

Lights go on and full disperse,

Champion of the universe.

Evolution’s most refined,

With creepy crawlies of their kind.

There’s no sense to choose denial,

They are masters of survival.

You never know where they’ll be,

Behind the fridge, amidst laundry.

They have a sneaky super power,

I once found one in the shower.

As just as fast I’ll change my shtick

Here’s a thought to sit down with:

To the most unsuspecting palate,

Roaches make a great three-bean salad.

So don’t adhere to superstition,

High protein supports nutrition.

Listen to this noble truth,

We’ve all eaten a bug or two.

So next time when you make a face,

While…

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Overcome, Poetry by Rhoda J.

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Categories: hope, love, loss, tender heart, return, promise, loved one, lover.

Overcome by Rhoda J.

I tread my feet alongside my heavy heart,
Hoping one day you will join me again.
Though you only desire your misery to lead you
Not wanting anyone to understand.
So push through, for I push through
Fears do not hold me
They lead you along
A road that only you can follow
Drenched with calm I will Lay
Against your empty touch
That’s stolen my tenderness Away.
Walk alongside your reflection,
Your back shuns my shadow,
I draw near and you draw far
Closer to a dimmed moon
In the air of the still night
Like a hungry wolf searching the mountain
To pull water from an empty well.
With dismay, you will return
Empty soul and a strong stride
Nothing is left for you to wonder
But what was there plunged deeper
For truth cannot…

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