Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

You come quietly to my life~by Bijoy Bhakat


 

 

You come quietly to my life

You come quietly to my life
to my breath
to my heart..
to my mind
to my blood..

As the twilight comes in the evening
darkness comes at night..
glow warms come in the dense forest
Bees come silently in day light..

You touch my sole softly..

As the butterflies touch the flowers
the moonlight touches the waves of the ocean..
the raindrops touch the land
as the feelings touch the heart
and touch the emotion ..

You just feel my pulse

As the spectrum feels the pulse of rainbow
the cloud feels the pulse of lightning …
the heartbeats feel the pulse of love
The dawn feels the pulse of morning…

Bijoy Bhakat@
17.8.17

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

Before the Wind — a Pantoum~by Charley Lyman


 

 

Before the Wind — a Pantoum

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We were born before the wind
as our fine canvas sprung taut.
‘Tis true our mates freely sinned;
our leaving left damsels distraught.

As our fine canvas sprung taut,
we sailed ‘neath a privateer’s flag.
To earn a fortune from ships we caught,
keeping finest silk down to ratty rag.

We sailed ‘neath a privateer’s flag,
something of which I be not proud;
though of our ‘ventures I willingly brag.
My mates were boisterous, uncouth and loud.

Something of which I be not proud;
‘tis true our mates often sinned.
Aye, my mates were boisterous… and loud.
But we were born, lads and lassies, before the wind!

 

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

Bodily Mirths~by Dr, S. P. Nanda “Aas”


 

 

Bodily Mirths

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Bodily Mirths
Life dragging all towards th end
From the first day on this earth
Mysteriously showing beauty winks
In the lap of gorgeous companion
We relishing drink,sensuous links,
Cheating ourselves,bodily mirths?


Dr.S.P.Nanda.’Aas’

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

ALS~by Paul F. Lenzi


 

 

ALS

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“Woman V” by Willem De Kooning

 

nerves degenerate
muscles wither and die in
rapid progression
endured by an intact mind
therein lies the agony

*       *      *

(ALS = Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, also known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease)

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

I had two jars…~by Ravinder Kaur


Inspired by my dear friend Donna Smith

 

I had two jars…

I had two jars…
That often rained
Day and night
In pain
My eyes…
Set apart from each other
A nagging nose in between
Held by sighs
From those fake smiles
That rested over two red lips
Tasted bitter but better
After I had shed
My sadness
In each rain….
Through those jars…
Which have cleared now all clouds
And have become a clear sky
For the dreams to shine
Forgetting my pain…

Ravinder Kaur

17-08-2017

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

“LOVE IS MY LIFE”~by Emmanuel Douglas Mulomole


 

 

_________”LOVE IS MY LIFE”________

God’s love is the pillar of my life
He always grasp and retain my life
He always protect my life from strife
God is a love of my life
I believe in him.

His love happens to be a secret
Meeting God’s love is not accidental but for a purpose.
Purpose to continue the untold story,
Purpose to travel the journey of glory
Purpose to be together with his love forever.

©®#EDM

Emmanuel Douglas Mulomole

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

“LOYAL LOVE”~by Emmanuel Douglas Mulomole‎


 

 

____”LOYAL LOVE”______

You have a loyal love
Love that shines my love
Love that believes me
Love that revamps our theme.
Love that knows tranquility
Love that retains veridicality
Love that cares memories
Love that retains a true promises

You have a loyal love
Bad times, you guides me
Pain times, you wipes away my tears
And brings me so much joy
And your smile brightens up my day

You have a loyal love
You always bring happiness in my heart
And chase loneliness in my heart.
Together we will build a gigantic castle of loyal love.

©®#EDM

Emmanuel Douglas Mulomole


 

 

Daily missive for Thursday the 17th of August.
Love letters.

Be careful
Not to tear
As you fold me in half
Put me safely away
In an oaken chest
With the keep sakes
In darkness
Locked and bolted
No escape.
I will never fade
Blood is simple
Loving is art
At its heart
A Faraday cage
Nothing will break through
In or out.
Brush the dust
From the page
Remember each word
They are a
Ragged catch
In the throat
Breathless
Is the life
Without meaning.
Read me
As more than history
Measure the weight
Of each sentence
The space between words
Remember the first time
You saw me
The kiss at the end
Of a letter.
Do not cry
For the memory
Tears stain
The wish
Just blink again
And remember
To fold me up
Keep me safe
Until the next time
You need joy
To ease the pain
Of remembrance.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

It Appears~by rldubour


 

 

It Appears

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I must be dead cause I’m a ghost
Been here for many years.
This is my observation post
I’ll tell you all your fears.
So grab a chair and sit right there
I’ll make myself appear.

I will tell you things~~ that you don’t want to hear.
I will tell you things~~ that you don’t want to hear.

Your brother Bill you think he’s great
I have to tell you this.
A secret that he keeps inside
Is of your uncle Chris.
Just stop me when you’ve heard enough
I love to reminisce.

I will tell you things~~ that really do exist.
I will tell you things~~ that really do exist.

You’re jealous of your sister Ruth
She’s envious of you.
You think she has the greatest life
Well I’ll give you a clue.
It won’t take long to change your mind
Try walking in her shoes.

I will tell you things~~ that you never knew.
I will tell you things~~ that you never knew.

I know you want to make a change
Be careful what you do.
You’re either going to sink or swim
That’s why I’m telling you.
All those plants out in the garden
Some poison ones that grew.

 

I will tell you things~~ the choice is up to you.
I will tell you things~~ the choice is up to you.

Everyday your life will change
And nothing stays the same.
For better or for worse my dear
This life is but a game.
Believe in God and what you do
And never be ashamed.

I will tell you things~~ of good you have disclaimed.
I will tell you things~~ of good you have disclaimed.

This is my house this is my post
It’s here I’ll always stay.
Next time you want to reminisce.
I won’t be far away.
Just grab a chair and sit right there
I’ll make myself appear.

I will tell you things~~ that you don’t want to hear.
I will tell you things~~ that you don’t want to hear.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 17, 2017

Ubar~by Paul F. Lenzi


 

 

Ubar

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Illustration of Ubar from “One Thousand and One Arabian Nights”

the eye in the sky

can see five thousand years at a glance

omanum emporium

cryptically set within neolith maps

drawn of shifting sand memory

Ptolemy keeping its secrets alive

coming into its legend and romance endured

for a thousand and one starred Arabian nights

the monopolied hub of the frankincense trade

imitation of paradise

pillars of Iram eight fortified towers

conceived in conceits of King Shaddad of Aad

a luxurious grandeur designed by a mind

that would irrigate deserts with milk and with honey

a city-state steeped in the trappings of wealth

come profane in its turning aside from its god

richly wrapped in its fate from the wages of sin

alas paradise gained becomes paradise lost

so sayeth sūrahs of Qur’an before Milton

the Aad become history’s tribe of pariahs

divine was the wrath who destroyed the proud city

with storm and voracious deep sinkhole of sands

disappeared so effectively all these millennia

not even likes of the great Al Auruns

could discover the desolate grave of her birth

no more caravans venture through Rub’ al Khali

no more wondrous oasis where mercantile wits

would negotiate markets and mutual avarice

leaving it up to the eye in the sky

to detect any delible outlines of greatness

that may or may not have been real

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