In The Midst Of Your Hour ( M.J. Garrett )

I can see your vulnerability

I understand your frame of mind

I can feel every tear

And I understand why you hide

You are so frail

You are so misunderstood

You try to hide from truth

And you embraced the pain you could

In the midst of your hour

You can save my soul

You can heal my shattered spirit

You have the power to make me whole

With one touch of your hand

With one breath on your lips

With one word from your heart

You could end this….

Marred together and bound

We share so many scars

We traveled the same path

Although worlds apart

We have the past to get over

We have the future to embrace

We have each others pain

And we have forever to replace

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 ( M.J. Garrett )

The Winter Year ( Smita Dey Tarafder )

The time wheel rushes into the bad, sad and tearful year,

When daylight ceases early into long nights of ageless fear.

And pride bows low before preparing to be burnt alive,

Mingling with phenomenal shadows into fire it does revive.

O living souls do not term me evil for I am the bad,

I turn into a poem, post the earthly curse that I had,

With your inhalation of the starry nights in Spring

And feeling Summer aura of oceans, which pearls do bring.

Devoid of the brush, canvas and paint, I am to portray,

My unconditional love with a single Rain-touched Sunray.

Amidst the flame of desire suppressed by Autumn’s dancing dust,

From the cage of words freeing forever Love of the Fall, must.

Here I promise to turn into the blooming flower,

Before the earth takes the next seasonal shower

And love shall be in my everlasting fragrance,

Before on my tombstone, snowflakes fall into a trance.

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( Smita Dey Tarafder )

Autumn ( Koyel Mitra )

Soft sun rays trickle down purple skies,

Comes autumn in a new guise.

Colorful leaves fall,

Large and small.

Bright

As Nature spreads her yellow carpet,

Coats with shades from her palette.

Colorful leaves fall,

Large and small.

Sight

She declares the advent of winter,

Chilly days and nights after.

Colorful leaves fall,

Large and small.

Plight

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( Koyel Mitra )

God Provides ( Lisa Hecmanczuk )

When I've lost my way and think God isn't listening,

God provides,

When I let go of trying to control,

God provides,

When I give up my plans and schemes,

God provides,

When I ask for help despite my fears,

God provides,

When I see no way out,

God provides,

When I surrender and listen,

God provides,

When I keep doing the next right thing,

God provides.

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( Lisa Hecmanczuk )

A SONG IN PRAISE ( Ambrose Bierce )

Hail, blessed Blunder! golden idol, hail!

Clay-footed deity of all who fail.

Celestial image, let thy glory shine,

Thy feet concealing, but a lamp to mine.

Let me, at seasons opportune and fit,

By turns adore thee and by turns commit.

In thy high service let me ever be

(Yet never serve thee as my critics me)

Happy and fallible, content to feel

I blunder chiefly when to thee I kneel.

But best felicity is his thy praise

Who utters unaware in works and ways

Who labor-are est or-are proves,

And feels thy suasion whensoever he moves,

Serving thy purpose, not thine altar, still,

And working, for he thinks it his, thy will.

If such a life with blessings be not fraught,

I envy Peter Robertson for naught.

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( Ambrose Bierce )

When I Consider Every Thing That Grows ( William Shakespeare )

When I consider every thing that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

That this huge stage presented nought but shows

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;

When I perceive that men as plants increase,

Cheered and cheque’d even by the self-same sky,

Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,

And wear their brave state out of memory;

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay

Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,

Where wasteful Time debate-th with Decay,

To change your day of youth to sullied night;

    

And all in war with Time for love of you,

    

As he takes from you, I en-graft you new.

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( William Shakespeare )

A Planet Without Punishment ( Christina Sunrise )

To be punished we need to feel ashamed

we are in a losing battle of Victim against Judge every day.

Now what if the Planetary Dream was changed?

What if we never had to be punished and made to feel ashamed?

Guilt and shame are not normal feelings we have

these two things are forced on us to make us feel bad.

Now over in India they have a philosophy

it helps teach children to freely express

to feel joyful, sad and happiness.

They are never heard the word 'NO'

they are treated like Kings and Queens

and nurtured as they grow.

Now what if we lived in a world with High Self Esteem?

It was the norm and nothing in between or very extreme?

We would then have a new Planetary Dream

where there is no punishment, no prisons, cops and

people dying from a killing machine.

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( Christina Sunrise )