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Read Poem: Glimpse (Light Of Dawn) by Ryan Fredric Steinbeck

I was an early explorer to this area.

I dreamt of an inaccessible mountain.

I ascended to the southeast edge of the south face,

enduring glacier climbs and gullies,

then layers upon layers of snow.

That was when I caught a glimpse of sunrise.

The auburn rocks reflected the diverging rays through ice,

as if flames were lighting the way.

I wanted to live in that moment forever,

but I knew I couldn’t stay.

A rift valley pulls away continental plates.

I’m immersed in groundwater reserves.

The marine environment spills its secrets,

revealing a map of historical formations.

I catch a glimpse of the world before,

from the shoals to the undersea range.

I dig in for the odyssey of survival,

but know in due course it will change.

I once thought I was distinguished.

I let myself be ruined.

I hadn’t realized my suffering,

was vital to enlightenment.

The separation and essential death of me,

was the suspended weightlessness

that can only arise when you’ve become something more,

yet something less all the same.

In that void between existence,

I was momentarily complete.

That was when I caught a brief glimpse of love.

It was everything I’d imagined it would be.

Read Poem: the old building by Peter Awad

there , at that old building I always return .
There , we made our farewell , you left me a burn .
That burn consumed the depth of my heart .
Melted me dramatically and ripped me apart .
You hung my gallows on your departure
You strangle me, just by going further
It’s been 15 years so far , 15 years of loneliness
Holding to my pact ,feeding on hopefulness
I hid your love in my ribs , lest they unveil my weakness
I follow your ghost steps , I’m a wanderer in a wilderness
Do not ask a lidless slender , how he lost his drowsiness
just take off your sturdiness, there, on the border of tenderness
There ,at that old building , you shall come again
You’d better hurry up before I die of pain

Peter Awad ,

Read Poem: I WANT… by Maurice Williams Sr

I want to share your joy; I want to show you love,
I want to share a look through a telescope at the planets suspended above.
I want us to camp under the stars; share our thoughts and understand;
Hike mountainous terrains and take walks in the rain hand-in-hand.

Through the kaleidoscope of my words, I express multiple facets of hope.
I want to show care as I bathe you in intoxicatingly scented soap.
I want to take you cross-country by motorcycle, bathe with you in natural springs.
Then, we will get cozy on cool nights while watching nature dance and sing.

I want us to snorkel the coral reefs by day, sip champagne in hot tubs by night.
I want to gaze into your eyes and take you on an erotic flight.
I will attentively explore every inch of your body, as gently as can be,
Until you approach climax and request that I ravish you intimately.

I want us to freefall from breathtaking heights and swim the depths of the sea,
Escape on spontaneous excursions and spend these times alone…just you and me.
I want you to fall asleep in my arms under a moonlit sky, by a calm fluid spring.
These moments I want to share with you in order to make your heart sing.

Read Poem: HUMANS OF THE GARDEN by Jean-François Rondeau

inspired by George Orwell’s Beasts of England
from Animal Farm

Hear! Hear! Humans of the Garden,
Humans of tomorrow’s time,
Take heed of my dire warnings
Of the rotten future clime.

The days no longer need counting,
Before lateness’s face is shown,
And retired goes the Garden,
Its last breath soon to be blown.

We shall forget ‘bout the roses,
While the greens all turn to black,
Greyness and stillness that linger,
Mountain tips no more shall stack.

Riches that we once called nature;
Trees and rivers, leaves and hay,
Crops, harvests, and all that is ‘live,
Shall shudder without a sway.

Dark will gloom, fields of the Garden,
And ruined shall its waters be,
Sooner yet shall slow its breezes,
Nowhere for Humans to flee.

For skyscrapers have indeed scraped,
Broken sky, Garden with ache,
Fuels and World Wars, wastes and plastics,
All have toiled for wrecking’s sake.

Hear! Hear! Humans of the Garden,
Humans of tomorrow’s time,
Take heed well and spread my warnings,
Of the rotten future clime.

Read Poem: A Nature of London by Andrew G. Ogleby

Violent splashes of survival,
Thriving, through cracks in walls
And drab, pavement slabs
The City’s lungs, losing their bark,
As they choke down, its gargling soup

Pigeons, dining out on spew
Left behind, by someone who,
Had one too many, over their few
Whilst the parakeets’, sudden, startling screech,
Almost knocks small ones, off-a their feet

The Capital Fox, on the prowl,
After the wanton sun, goes down
With rats, on their runs
And bats, that swoon,
Underneath a full,
And gloriously, mesmerising,
Metropolitan moon

Then humans, who pass by,
Without a care, or blink of eye
Detached, from the very thing,
That provides, with everything
On their driven, blinkered course,
Until finally forced, to stop and flag,
Their timely, fateful hearse

Read Poem: Mending Hearts by Grace Divina

(Theme: Inner peace & Happiness)

Release is my freedom
I stopped holding on
Jet Memories
Turn in shades of grey
Negatives in replay
In my mind
I cast on the light on
Vampiric thoughts of mine
Turn them into white

Iron hand in a velvet glove
You can’t imprison love
Hold it tight like a teddy bear
Let it be, let it free, let it go

Be patient and delicate
Honest & Compassionate
With yourself

Let rays of light
Shine upon
Your mending hearts
Filter and purify
Like clear quartz

I throw away the pain,
The sadness, the guilt
The pride
The anger
& I keep forever
the love, the affection
friendship and comprehension
Wrapped in colorful sheets music
And laced with love notes

I opened the door of inner peace, love and positivity, summit hope, miracles, grace and greatness to come into my life as I let go of control, pain, hurt and the past. From this day, I will move, with a lighter heart every day.

© Grace Divina

Read Poem: Memories by Iddris Nyande

They have all become memories;
The world, the people, the walk.
All of which are behind my head,
The pictures as of days ahead, yet dead and gone.

Memories of the times on earth

where we rode,

The places we sat to oversee God’s Judgment.

When the rivers turned to blood;
When they became pure;
We saw!

Standing where the twelve stones fell;
Here we became family;
We saw!

That they have all become memories;
Days we remember;
Our souls yearned for someone to save us;

A man who grew from amongst us
but God sent from above us;
We saw!

Salvation gripping our trains;

that our flights went higher in dimensions:
Kingdoms in the air we built and today we’re here, we sit.

All have become memories;
These places where we rode.
On the back of horses, as Kings selected for the throne even before our eyes were opened.

Yet we had Hates and repeated failures.
We listened to trending rules,
People became indifferent towards us.

Humans delivered Justice;

a wrong step they took;

Because when the tables turned,

we judged them on this mountain;
the city of God.

We saw!

That they have all become memories;
When our Faith became too little to produce fruits;
And our sons became blind walkers;

Memories that for a while,
We saw demons with friendly faces;
And Angels with huge scars.
Yet we weren’t moved unto confusion.

Our confidence was in God; Unmovable.

Hope held us on!

Now we’re here;
Beholding all these things with loud smiles;

Seeing that perfection has made us now.
Our souls now have the flow of God.
The earthly Tabernacles;
Perhaps the worms beneath

these eyes we carry have had their shares of it.
The flesh of Gods.

Ahah!

What a glorious time is,
To live life.

What an opportune time it is to say;
Earth is now a memory!

Iddris Nyande

Read Poem: Knocking on the Door of My Heart by Vivian Dixon Sober

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock
It’s been a long time since I felt my heart
But that’s what happened when our spirits merged

My heart was crushed
My girlfriends said they’d had enough
They don’t want to hear about that man again
Not his name
Not his game

He’d been my husband
A man I couldn’t shake
Until we went to hear the musicians play

When I entered the club
I was in the moment
You sat at the bar looking at me from afar
And walked across the room
To ask me if I was married

I said no
Everything becoming mystical
We sat down and our spirits merged
Felt like a refreshing breeze
I was free

I felt you knocking on the door of my heart
The door opened and you came through
I was finally free of the man who had haunted me
Knock, Knock
I felt you knocking on the door of my heart
You and I
You and I on the same plane if just for a short time

We danced
Our minds became instruments that were in sync
Our souls merged
Felt like a mystical breeze
You whispered Queen
My Queen

Your presence set my soul free
I’m not easy
I’m a woman connecting with my man

And you are my man
Knocking on the door of my heart
I am renewed
So glad I met you
Just like that you were the only love I knew
Mystical

I’m not easy
Knock, Knock
I heard you knocking on the door to my heart
Dear God
Thank you
I felt you knocking on the door of my heart

Vivian Dixon Sober
©2018

Read Poem: #Luv by Dimple Mapari

# ♥ LUV ♥ #

#Luv,

da most beautiful filin# ♥♥
awsm # amazn#Luv # Luv # Luv#♥♥♥!
like # care# and share#
snapchat# fb # twitter declare
I am # we are in luv #
Dis is 4 da world to kno#
U complete da incomplete side of me#
U r ma universe# u changed ma life#
And all those cheesy lines#
Fb says I luv u # twitter says u luv me#
Snapchat instagram validate it.
Dp , status profile pic
Only two of us  #
but wait…
……….. (error) error 404#
# the heart is not responding,
U don’t hav time for me#
I saw u wid som1 else#
Chats mute, instagram silent,
Dps changed ,
Static status# calls # today 400 times#
Missed calls # sorry I was in hurry#
Could not take it#
Could not make it#
Fb pages removed, edited # blog posts deleted,
Messangers mute, last seen at one minute ago#
No conversation#
Online # no messages #
Restless #
Lonely dps# painful profile pics, aching hearts
Sorrowful # dejected #
Deserted emojis # stickers#
Silent phones ♫ #
tones # ringtones ♪ #
# the subscriber has moved out of coverage area
#the subscriber is on another call
#kindly stay tuned…
#leave your message after a beep….
# the number your are calling is switched off,
#the number you are calling does not exist———–
–
–
–
#luv # lost # left # removed # deleted #
status # Available….

By- Dimple D. Mapari,
Akola,
Maharashtra

Read Poem: Perseverance by The Aspergers Poet

Please stop for a minute.
Yes, I’m talking to you.
Don’t do what it is that,
You’re planning to do.

Let these words talk to you
While I have your attention.
I won’t tell you I know the
Things you’re going through.

Just know that the pain
You’re feeling right now?
I’ve been there, reaching
For the solution in whatever

Form it may take – cold steel,
Booze or pills. So even though
I don’t know you, we have, at this
Point, something in common now.

I was twenty seven the first time
I felt I was out of options. Taking
Those pills and that blade that
Day, I tried to put myself away.

I felt like I was screaming inside
Remember I’ve been where you
Are. I’ve walked that mile in those
Shoes; I want you to know that

You are stronger than you realise.
This is a fight you can win, even
If your doubts drown everything
Out, hold on a little longer and stay,

Let me talk to you. Let my words
Pick you up, even if you don’t
Think you can do it, I’ll share
This pain; be a voice of reason.

You have better times ahead
Believe me, try to see, I beg of
you don’t take your life. Instead,
Take my hand – we’ll make this right.

—
I don’t think inside the box, I don’t think outside the box, I don’t even know where the box is.

Aspergers Poet
http://www.bob-christian.com