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Never to old for Love (2015 Poem), Poetry by Colin Guest

The year 2015 has been one of great joy and happiness.
With deep and everlasting love overcoming all in its way.
Although there were times of stress from health problems.
All turned out well, with nothing at all serious prevailing.

Never to old for Love (2015 Poem)
by Colin Guest

The year 2015 has been one of great joy and happiness.
With deep and everlasting love overcoming all in its way.
Although there were times of stress from health problems.
All turned out well, with nothing at all serious prevailing.
I thank the stars above for my meeting my wife Gulden.
Who since we met, has been a tower of strength to me.
Giving me the will to overcome any problems I had.
Each time we go out for a walk we always hold hands.
With my smiling in the knowledge that I’m a lucky man.
People sometime stare on seeing us sitting on a bench.
Cuddled up close together and looking so deep in love.
This can be seen by all, as surely as night follows day.
Some no doubt are shocked to see us sometimes kiss.
But we feel no shame about this, our love is no secret.
Many more would for sure, wish they too were like us.
Out and about and enjoying the later years of their life.
Even though we are both now in our early seventies
No matter what the weather, we always enjoy ourselves.
So for us, the year 2015 has been yet another happy year.
With our just hoping to see in many more years together.

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When Muses Say Goodbye, Poetry by Robyn Lawson

Right there in his hands
He’d held the light, finally
Rescue imminent

Genre: Failed Redemption 

When Muses Say Goodbye by Robyn Lawson

Right there in his hands
He’d held the light, finally
Rescue imminent
RISE, love cried loudly
Please don’t shout so, he bemoaned
I’ll just fall down
Swampy Sirens crooned
Songs full of stale, trite intrigue
Their shadows, now home
Angels cried, silence
Hush all those false noises, Shh
It’s up to you now
when_muses_say_goodbye

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Odd Walking Thoughts – Unique Mirror, Poetry by Matt Taggart

I smile with broken teeth.

Crookedly we both see,

smiling into our mirror.

Genre: Society, Frustration.

Odd Walking Thoughts – Unique Mirror by Matt Taggart

I smile with broken teeth.

Crookedly we both see,

smiling into our mirror.

It’s not us.

Blood.

It’s my time.

You’ve shared enough.

Walking along looking at leaves.   ?

 

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Forest Time, Poetry by Matt Shirley

Fingers of sunlight

Paint shadows

Genre: Philosophical.

Forest Time

Fingers of sunlight

Paint shadows

On forest floor leaves

Coloured by the seasons T

hat set them float free

By Matt Shirley
@A_Sea_of_Words

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Bowser Complex, Poetry by Mica Scotti Kole

Can you blame me for wanting shiny things?
Down here where the only light burns,
licks against the slime of old walls?
Where the back of my throat is scorched
by the fire I spit to keep you from here?
Flickering, inconstant light—no, friend,
I haven’t stolen the stars for their power

Genre: Nerdy, Persona/Personality

Bowser Complex
by Mica Scotti Kole

Can you blame me for wanting shiny things?
Down here where the only light burns,
licks against the slime of old walls?
Where the back of my throat is scorched
by the fire I spit to keep you from here?
Flickering, inconstant light—no, friend,
I haven’t stolen the stars for their power
despite what the mushrooms have told you.
I crave them, that enduring glow, I have tried
my best, to hide them from you, but it is no use.
Even down here where walking the floors
means you might fall through, where falling
means another notch off a life,
you return, with your funny hats,
again and again, and you find them. So this time,
I’m going to sit and wait for you at the end,
keep them all in one place, see how far you get then.
And while I wait, I’ll follow the sparks of blue torches,
flickers of light on my first-stolen star,
darting among the slow-moving others
that spin with their soft points to watch her—
captive again, she is tired of calling your name.
Dancing in the kitchen, behind the stained glass,
she bakes a cake for me, lets me place the cherry
at the end, lights the candles
with her brilliance, and when you finally knock on my door
she is righting a too-big self-portrait of mine
hanging crooked from a pipe
on the wall.

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A Four-Letter Word, Poetry by Caro Ness

Love is just a four-letter word
Like long, or like, or wish, or hope,
Yet, though it may seem quite absurd,
It encircles the heart with silken rope,
And makes each day seem bright and new,
With myriad wonderful things to do.

Genre: Romance, Relationship, Humor

A Four-Letter Word

by Caro Ness

Love is just a four-letter word
Like long, or like, or wish, or hope,
Yet, though it may seem quite absurd,
It encircles the heart with silken rope,
And makes each day seem bright and new,
With myriad wonderful things to do.
No hill too steep, no road too far,
To be precisely where YOU are!
You, the lover, you the muse,
You the beautiful dancing shoes
That sashay into the mind, the brain,
And linger, like a sweet refrain,
That needs discovering again and again….



Love is just a four letter word,
Like sing, or grin, or feel or hold,
Yet it’s the icing on the cake,
The greatest story ever told.
It’s the fizz in a fine champagne,
It’s the huff and puff of an old steam train
The breeze breathing gently on your face
The intricacies of a piece of lace,
It’s euphoria, it’s a dream
It’s the cherry on top of a large ice cream,
It’s a name you can’t ignore
If I’m the apple, your its core,
It’s a megatastic superstore.
Love is just a four-letter word,
But oh, it is so much MORE.

 

 

 

 

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Front Doors, Poetry by Daniel de Culla

Baby O dynamite

mistress of the Star fish

swimming in my ears

where often a Wo/Man remains alone

Genre: Life

FRONT¨ DOORS

by Daniel de Cullá

 

Baby O dynamite

 

mistress of the Star fish

 

swimming in my ears

 

where often a Wo/Man remains alone

 

long to listen

 

Doors singing my business daily

 

dead as a door nail

 

into all this Channel

 

O.O. % Ecstasy. No¡

 

showing me a door opening by itself

 

at the End of lives forgotten

 

when Sun is a dog cart

 

botted with gay dogs

 

of the dooms day

 

sit and dreaming

 

of the floor of our

 

nothingness sentencing:

 

“Baker’s dozen talk

 

19 to the dozen”.

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What If?, Poetry by Anabel Gonzalez

What if the world saw kids through our eyes?
Will they see successes in disguise?
What if they saw diamonds in the rough?

Will they know capturing their hearts is not just fluff?
What if the focus was not on the test?
Would it be enough to just do our best?

Genre: Education, Political, Life

What If?

by Anabel Gonzalez

What if the world saw kids through our eyes?

Will they see successes in disguise?

What if they saw diamonds in the rough?

Will they know capturing their hearts is not just fluff?

What if the focus was not on the test?

Would it be enough to just do our best?

What if there was really nothing to measure?

Will we ever find that hidden treasure?

What if we could tear down classroom walls?

Would we teach at the beach or at the mall?

What if the computer could take the lead?

Would it make teachers obsolete?

What if we stop trying to find fault?

Could we find a remedy and stop the verbal assault?

What if differing viewpoints we could try to see?

Could we agree to disagree?

What if we taught kids to care for the least of these?

Would it be as important as learning ABC’s?

What if we stopped asking the hard questions?

Will we address the issues of education?

What if we stopped asking why?

Could we really turn a blind eye?

What if everyone could catch a glimpse into our world?

Will they be able to see that precious pearl?

What If?

 

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Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana, Poetry by Nalini Priyadarshni

You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!

Category – Romantic 
 
Sweet and Fragrant Nirvana
by Nalini Priyadarshni 
You call me jaggery lips
though you have never sucked on
golden blob of sweetness
and have no idea about its taste
only a vague memory of
something you had sampled in Mexico
made of sugarcane juice
Sweet and fragrant!
Maybe you have forgotten gulkand
in your post dinner paan with silver foil
after a long day of sightseeing
in the heat and dust of Benaras
that started at Ghats and culminated
at the silk shop where sitting midst
thousands of pieces of fine silk
you picked golden Ganesha on black
my favorite god whose figurines I collect
A coincidence you would say
 of course, like countless others.
Sipping ice cold water under the droning fan
browsing through vibrant silk pieces
each more beautiful than the previous
with no intention to buy any, after the
oppressive heat of the day you had spent wandering
the streets of the ancient city with your juvenile guide
you picked my favorite god to take back home
India you did not pack in your backpack
 lodged itself beneath your nails
flowered as a trident on your palm
to unfold in the folds of your skin
in the twilight of ‘beaver state’
Thronging with love, gurgling chaos
it nestles in the crevices of your soles
You now return to me in myriad pieces
I stow away at the back of my lingerie drawer
run my finger along their edges listening to Beatles
try to put them together in sultry afternoons
let lusty mangoes seduce me into thinking
we can find a way to turn the clock around
and find nirvana in slurping their nectar
Author info- Nalini Priyadarshni is a poet, writer, editor and amateur photographer. Her work has appeared at various international magazines and lit journals including Up the Staircase Weekly, eFiction India, Mad Swirl, Crescent Magazine, The Riveter Review, Writes & Lovers Café, The Gambler, Camel Saloon, Earl of Plaid, CUIB-NEST-NIDO, and The Open Road Review, Phoenix Photo and Fiction, Undertow Tanka besides numerous anthologies including Resonance, I Am Woman, Awakening of She, Art of Being Human etc. She lives in Ludhiana, India with her husband and two feisty kids. Her first solo poetry collection Doppelgänger In My House is expected in 2016.

 

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Morning’s Music Never Dark, Poetry by Dr. Todd Harris

Silken quiet awakes tungsten sleep
Morning creeping stealthily stirred
Mindful music filling empty’s creep
Early birds joining daylight’s chorus

Genre: Nature and Music Poetry

Morning’s Music Never Dark
by Dr. Todd Harris

Silken quiet awakes tungsten sleep
Morning creeping stealthily stirred
Mindful music filling empty’s creep
Early birds joining daylight’s chorus

Wondering flowery questions steep
Curiosity’s tendencies’ garden lorus
Waking’s unpredictable flying words
Dropping puzzling notion feats

Daylight’s opening Music beckons
Closed windows open daffodils
Sunup conducting finch wings largo
Grasshoppers duetting butterfly trills

Yesterday calls darkness piccolo
Answer-hosted soils deeply reckon
Confused vanities’ unwanted cargo
Draperies outstretch windowsills

Evening flutters land high limbs
Practiced breath lights unrehearsed
Clock ticks birth surprising seconds
Sunflower seeds grab birthday winds

Hummingbirds wing workaday’s trims
Breeze-music fills sky’s empty purse
Hope-clouds cover midday’s beckon
Tragedy re-sculpts life’s bearing grin

Cats purr quiet just-kidding notes
consciousness bears arriving-blooms
Eve-Idled petals vein wrinkled flowers
Darkness crumples creased art paper

Feet sketch carpet’s walking caper
Knees knock stepping’s empty room
Wonder irons confusion’s coat
Mystery freshens dreams’ open hour

Rising tides overfill lazing eyes
Sound intrudes Id’s empty hall
Climbing-ivy conquests wailing’s wall
Static dust-draws filamentary skies

Unstressed silence hinges cedar ties
Imagination’s rested rabble calls
Words’ sleepy chrysalis worms recall
Worlds’ anxiety weaves fresh surprise

Sunrise taps slumber-tarnished peaks
Calico sweeps sleep’s open door
Vanilla crafts weepy eyebrows’ furrow
Farmers tightly cold-swaddle palms

Pillows clear winter’s staging burrow
Gravity ties shadow’s unkempt floor
Atmosphere poses morning-speak
Novelty cradles crickets’ Psalms

 

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