Glenn McCrary, 10 july 2012
And these memories
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit
Glenn McCrary, 10 july 2012
Those eyes that flicker in yonder light
flourish like snakes during summer nights
So seasoned and cultured unshaken they float
Though none can tell what’s pristine or trite
‘tis often I ponder what spare
pages you sought to share
A question mark be thy beauty
such a being surmised as rare
her smile benevolent as summer’s breeze
Upon my knees nimble I appease
And in that time I recollect
These memories that are elder keys
Glenn McCrary, 10 july 2012
Sharp and branded was the hunger
Thundering within my paunch
guised as the quintessence
spearheaded by life
‘twas the claw cast
from death’s marred teat
Heard within yonder valleys
Whence I sought freedom
Tribhawan Kaul, 10 july 2012
Various activists try to expose nefarious activities carried out by the mafias throughout the world at great risk. India is no exception. Since last one year number of such activist lost their lives in India.
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Cancer,
Harbinger of pain, anguish, frustration and agony
not limited to mortals only
footprints to be found everywhere
in the guise of
corruption, crime, scams and adulteration
tentacles are spread in the society.
Except cleansing of conscience
no cure in sight
some take the fight
against the might
one who dares to bare
death stalks everywhere
ultimately cancer wins
time and again
poor one transforming into flowered frame
rich tributes become a front page game
soon to be in oblivion
situation remaining the same
till another one dares
Alas! None cares.
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Chyna Jade, 10 july 2012
River of thoughts
The nightmares I fought
The eyes they have caught
You...
Only you...
Vanita Allgood, 10 july 2012
Lovely eyes of Chittim in the Vale of Shiddim
Within each a need to reveal and a need to conceal
Because of the vulnerability we feel. As the wilderness, the desert, from the depths of the earth so is the heart in desolation, the
Vile poured forth but never in isolation.
From the cleft of the rock, from the secret places
Of the earth, the aura is shadowed from coming forth.
Troubled waters beneath your gaze images to unfold and
What mysteries to behold, where stones have rippled the haze.
The dews drop upon the heart graced with jewels And chains of gold, was never made for any dart for the love that you gave,
Lovely eyes of Chittim in the Vale of Shiddim.
Vanita Allgood, 10 july 2012
I’ve kissed the petal of the black rose as the morning dew blushed its black hue. I felt a passion beyond anything I knew, a flame, a fire, a burning desire for the black rose its petals to unfold, its beauty to behold. Your Love had me entangled upon your vine I dangled, Chained to the black rose petals I wrangled. Upon your bed in the early dew I found a colored rose petal, another heart that throbbed for you a flame that burned now amber. Who too had thought you true and kissed the black rose petals blushing hue. Those barbed thorns upon your vine; so sharp; the lies, the deceit, the cheat; they cut, tear, bleed and don’t prepare for the hurt they leave. Bold and daunting were you in your haunting. I wanted love but it was my s0ul you stole. In the ice cold blight of the winter night the black rose had froze. I cried, in the glistening icy snow; for the black rose had no heart to with stand the blight of that winter night. What it had was a cold heart with sharp thorns to enfold, the last cold kiss of death on the black rose shows I have no love to share or hold.
Ailill, 10 july 2012
Yesterday’s rain drops
bloom butterfly wings breathing
dandelion sparks.
Cherry moon in flight,
chickadee's shrill notes echo
bullfrogs’ rumbling drums.
Cloaking shadow white
blossoms picked by the moonlight
word play in the way.
Being becoming
moths gracing a lilac bush
during a full moon.
A break in the storm,
April’s hickory leaves splashed
against morning sun.
patty turner, 9 july 2012
since i been out of this school
i haven't felt lonely...
because i am alone,
alone in this dark room
screaming and crying,
wondering.
why im so lonely?
thinking of my past
his face showed no emotions
her body showed no heat,
no tear's to the day i see
her lying there with no heat.
it's repeating itself...
crying in pain because of no heat,
crying because of his face shows in my dreams,
i always wondered...
what's my meaning in this life of mine
who am i?
in this "body" of mine?
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