Daily missive for Tuesday the 23rd of April.

Piece it together
Victim of slippage
So fragile is
Fine bone china
It rings with the tap
Of a spoon
Shatters on contact
With the ground
Easy on the eye
A tea cup handle
Too intricate
To extricate
Swollen fingers
Red lipstick traces
In amongst the shards
Of gold leaf
Unspoken blame
Spilt milk
Tea stains
And broken things
They all smell old
To the touch
Fragmented lives
Arthritic smiles
Are ghoulish in isolation
Hand the mille-feuille
My dear boy
Just one more bite
Before I take a nap
Not with your fingers
The smell of urine lingers
Even at these prices
Pick up the pieces
After I’ve gone
To change the colostomy bag
Call me an old hag
If you dare
But I still get nervous
When young men stare.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 23, 2019

“KNOWLEDGE IS A SEED”~by Timothy Payton




Knowledge is a seed…
Place upon the table of life…
How it is perceived is totally based upon the individual, as it is a root, that will be implanted into the deepest parts of the celebral cortex & will manifest itself into a life that may or may not be feed or grow into a great notion…

Yet… The beautiful thing about the seed of knowledge is, seeds are everywhere & already within ourselves!!!
Some are born prevalent with this skill, some are predominant & powerful with thoughts that were concocted by themselves, therefore living within a self pathological paradox…

This seed is a very powerful key to life & prosperity, how wars are started as the same time peace is waged…
Great & grand designs of & in life are constructed…

All from the ground up…
From a spark of thoughts & ideas…
Into a flare of self impulse & temptations…
Lies the truth light of it own reality & how it will be manifested into what it may…
Within a flash of a nanosecond & quick flash of light…Births this seed called knowledge.

written by Timothy Payton

Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 23, 2019

Happiness were you ever mine ~by Nutan Sarawagi



Happiness were you ever mine

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Happiness i pretend
You are you 
never me

i know you are you
always fake

although you pretend you are me
but i am with you

you’re never real
always as fake as you

Live me don’t smile in your guile
be you
smiling me with you
never you
but you in me just you

then happiness smiled in me
You must live to be just that you
never me with you..
But you only you
Copyright @ Nutan Sarawagi

Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 23, 2019

Grieving Alone*~by Constancio Sulapas Asumen Jr



DXXI ~> Grieving Alone*

DXXI ~> Grieving Alone*
(Opus521 ~> Grieving Alone)
Grieving proves one private affair; alone,
It must be worn. Whatever parts you share,
The full millstone remains only your own
To bear; sharing might make the burden wear
Lighter, unless you are not the fighter:
Taking complete ownership of your pain
Is one thankless task with not much to gain!
Shedding a tear to wash away your grief,
Relieves more than the gnawing belly-ache;
Helps you restore your faith in your belief;
No matter when you make your first mistake,
Amends are not for you, ad hoc, to make:
Grieving alone owns sanctioned tradition;
Wields sanctity from grown institution!
Statutes meant to prevent the innocent
From falling victim to hackneyed twaddle
Provide such fetters for law enforcement
More cumbersome than cruising side saddle
With the wrong end of the marble paddle:
Grieving, known to be a feat of giving,
Must forfeit surfeit gait with forgiving!
*Hook image (Ronin02H521.jpg), sequestered uncaptioned, from the Pinterest Ronin Samurai cyber collection reached my email inbox by gratis subscription.
Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 23, 2019

Revisiting the ever there~by Jeremy J Croucher

No.7 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’


Revisiting the ever there

Hidden in your moving green and grey
I see your missing smile
But, braced against the salt-sting blast,
Calm will return a while

You change. but with eyes closed
That sweet, familiar taste
Reminds me of sultry summer days
Beneath this winter waste

Loosing myself in your expression, I see change
But it matters not to me
Fickle it may be, yet your promise there
Reminds me of what you are, the sea


Photo – Jempics

The Ever There‘ was first published on Jemverse on 15 November 2014

Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 23, 2019

You Are Fire~by Syed Saad Mazhar



You Are Fire

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Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 23, 2019

She’ll Be Babysitting Me~by rldubour



She’ll Be Babysitting Me

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Today my youngest one
September will be three.
Soon she will be over
She’ll be babysitting me.

This is what we told her
So mom and dad can leave.
Going out to dinner
She wants to stay with me.

It is most important
We let her now believe.
When she does come over
That she is watching me.

Thinking she is grown up
She really tries to please
When I say I love you
She cuddles up to me.

Sometimes we’ll sing a song
A new one it must be.
I teach her all the words
She sings along with me.

Now keep in mind her age
Don’t ask me how she knows
She actually can name
Dinosaur’s of long ago.

The picture on display
And Brontosaurus.
We all can hear her say.


With clear and easy flow.
Triceratops she adds
Amazing how she knows!

She takes after grandma
She can’t take after me.
Like grandma and her mom
She’ll turn out to be.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 22, 2019

The tear of the I~by Nutan Sarawagi



The tear of the I

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The sun sank down
in a heaven that glowed
in tears to stain its life to row 
why was that lone tear left in my eye
trying to survive still waiting to be
the last cry

as it rolled down unable to hold
it fell alone waiting to die
for it was lost it didn’t belong to its eye

The tear that fell
It cried
I want to belong
Take me back
in you my I

Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 22, 2019

It is your love.~by Hana Shishiny



It is your love…

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It is your love I am in love with
Your hidden desire under careless blanket
Your peaceful silence
Where burning endless wars
Devouring my longing secrets
Your troubled eyes
Evoking thousands of questions
And your clear sky…
Hugging weeping birds
Heading toward your unseen horizon….

Hana Shishiny
APRIL 2019

Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 22, 2019

My wings want to fly ~by Lopamudra Mishra


My wings want to fly

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My wings want to fly
The wings of mine
Desires to escape
From the concrete
Walls of WHY? 
The green foliage
The alluring blue
Simmering yellow
Crimson morn
Dew drenched lawn
The soft carpet grass
The supple voice of cuckoo
When I breathe in memory
I want to relinquish my castle
To fly high and high
Where eyes can’t reach
where no camera lens can click
beyond the landmass
a land of hope and love
a territory of beautiful swinging flowers
a periphery of pure air
not stench of hatred or blast
no tears ,no blood bathe
only the grains of velvety
Pearl of unadulterated atmosphere
At this juncture,
faith and trust will lock the door
Share and care will reopen the deadbolt
Pleasant supposed to be the floor
A perfect destination for all innocent throb.
Lopamudra Mishra.

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