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Rhythm Katana

Submitted by Search on Mon, 2012-03-05 01:50

Sons of a lost song,
Warriors of a strange cause,
Creating rhythm in the clear view of a facepalm,
And as others walk on,
We keep our soul strong,
Because only everyone else around me knows of the battles I’ve won,

And with a swift look back,
Loyalty,
Nobility,
Honor,
And responsibility,
No room for tomfoolery,

Swords drawn,
Head strong,

Battle cry heard from a far distance,
Certainly there will be enemy resistance,

My Savior

Submitted by AuroraBorealis on Sun, 2012-03-04 23:00

In the recesses of my memories of long ago
I see a man, a selfless man
leaning over a young me that is still full of energy, willing to learn
He leans over, places his finger on a word in the book
And repeats it until I understand and remember it
I remember him, my great grandfather, the hugs, the laughter, the love, and the cheese
He was My Savior

Mama's Cry

Submitted by Willy on Sun, 2012-03-04 17:48

The dark clouds to the east;
the sunshine to the west;
the gentle breeze that hardly trouble the leaves
and the barely felt drizzle;
They all remind of the day you were born;
it’s like all them weather wanted to be the one to welcome you home!

Shining As Diamonds

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Sun, 2012-03-04 17:41

Scattered pieces of glass
upon the ground
Sparkling like diamonds
As if looking at a starry night

Each conveying
a different angle of light
Just as human life might

If only we look deeply
Can we see the brilliance
Shining through so bright

We are as scattered glass
Each emanating our light
In the eyes of another’s sight

We are scattered upon the earth
Without knowing that we’re pieces
Of something larger, that is a whole

Canyon Echoes

Submitted by Debra Bryant on Sun, 2012-03-04 15:58

How did we get here from so very long ago?
Seems like only yesteryear with faces all aglow.
When I was but a girl and you my handsome beau.
We set out towards the future as if we did not know.
The enormity of changes that we would undergo.

We did not know at the beginning of this innocent romance.
One day we would find ourselves with just a backwards glance.
Here at such an ancient age in just this circumstance.
Yearning for our youth now spent, and for a second chance.
The recollection of our passion now seems a perfect dance.

Flight Number Neopoet

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2012-03-04 11:44

I was flying last week

My co-passenger was from

'' Holland''

I felt twas my good luck
traversing the seven seas
with your perfumed poetry...
I nearly asked of him
then fell short of words,
he ought to have known
the poet in you
Ma'am....

"A SQUEAL IN THE WIND"

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Sun, 2012-03-04 06:58

"A SQUEAL IN THE WIND"
Maragaret Ann Waddicor 4th March 2012.

Far out on a limb,
the old rotting limb of a forgotten past,
peppered with sounds and syllables
of sentiments passé in modern minds,
a washed-up-on-the-beach-flotssam
of forgotten dreams,

woven into the sands of the day,
their time too passing every nanosecond,
all soon to be gathered up
and plunged into the deep of the ocean,
watered down to a whispering squeal in the wind,
and never heard of again.

Twas Heaven

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2012-03-04 01:42

I was actually in heaven
for five minutes
lost in memory
some one had forecast
i'd come back
so I did...
yes it was a real rebirth
but i shall call it an awakening
only I was in the hills
under a machine
ripped apart
and
then the tree
held it
till I was apart

D E L E R I U M

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-03-04 00:38

wash the sins
remove the clots of history
caught between us
like a shadow borne
an orphan of love
that rocks the doors
adorns the chairs
our restless dreamfire
shoal with sleeping
bottom shorn ideals
awake

the soul of sadness
sobbing in the light
of sighing streetlamp
lonliness

hushed like a wind
that huddles against
the chest needing
comfort
needing love

WHORE OF MINAIS GERAIS

Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2012-03-03 21:21

puta de ruas
Minais Gerais
sombra sem lua
movendo-se em vôo
o é que faiz?

quem saberá noite
traição
da sua mordida,
puta de ruas
Minais Gerais

Whore of streets
Minais Gerais
moonless night
shadow moving
in flight

who will know
tonight
the sting
of your treacherous
bite.
Whore of streets
Minais Gerais

Minais Gerais a province north of Rio

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