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Our Hearts Belong | David P. Carroll

She’s my true love,
A special bond that cannot be broken,
Is our love forever…
Our hearts beating together…..
Our love holds us together,

So take my hands sweetheart
Gently feeling me touching
Your heart,

I LOVE YOU…….
Our,

Happiness and joy
Will never be apart….

You’re my everything in life,
Every morning I wake
You bring joy to my heart,
Our bond is forever and strong
In a magical world,

This is where our hearts truly belong…..

Two Gushes of Passion | Lateef Shareef Dhmayd

1
I’m Sinbad
I’ll come to take you on my raft
To the land of magic and diamonds,
my land, where you’ll reign
as the sole queen
I’ll pay you my homage and attribute
And stand by thee
To fan you with my feather fan
and wipe every drop of sweat
that may run on your soft rosy cheeks
and before you retire to bed
I’ll claim your delicious lips
with a hot and ever felt kiss.
2
What can I say of you?
You are the words and the pen?
You are the rose in its maximum bloom.
Not only one Adam if you wink is fallen.
Elysium is total alienation
if you are banished from
How many a racer has his life lost
just to have you by him been touched
you are not only a blissful abode
You are the dream and its becoming true.

Headlines | Stan Morrison

we want you to know that
you can learn about anything
that we want you to know
that might does make right
and the meek inherit nothing
that facts are always fickle
and litigation is lugubrious
stiff upper lip is preposterous
in the face of the disastrous
the ballot box is not the answer
windmill noise causes cancer

You Mean So Much to Me | Mónika Tóth

Dedicated my nice Romanian friend Vasile

You are my inspiration,every day.
You are the smile on my face.
You are sparkle in my eyes.
You are the only song I want to sing.
You are my light in the darkness,
My strength when I’m too weak,
My voice when I speak.
My smile, when I see you.
My happiness when i am sad.
My friend when no one’s here.
The truth is
You mean so much to me.

Vegetable Matters | Stan Morrison

onions make me cry
carrots make me laugh
parsnips love taking sides
while celery stands alone

potatoes are so appealing
and tomatoes kinda seedy
turnips turn up their noses
but peas remain undecided

luckily there is broccoli
with cauliflower so pale
parsnips are playing squash
as rutabagas are rooting on

Customary | Uiba Mangang

From a leaf to another leaf,
Leap the frogs in their rush paces,
In the molested water lake,
That has been used to clean every five years
Or, every season it need be coloured.
When the frogs becomes the beggar in suits,
He or she rates amount to be given!
The frogs croak with its honey pasted lips,
The fishes grasp it with fervent kisses-
Beggars provide drinks and throw big parties!
Blame games, designed crimes, show-room justice
Beggar turned boss, servant turned Satan:
They formed, embodied and they suffer,
Such’s been the laws of the water land!

At What Price | j.lewis

at what price

trying to calculate the cost of intangibles
is a fool’s errand on a good day
wasting everyone’s time and attention
when both could be better spent
improving the lives of all citizens
of the place we claim as home

but in yet another urgent,
begging-for-my-scant-change email,
i find that freedom still has a price
though it seems to fluctuate
with mood and argument

today, the low, low price
of freedom and democracy
is a mere three dollars (american)
rushed to some online entity
that wants to hold three other entities
‘accountable for cowardice’
in an upcoming election

and me? i’m just callous enough
to believe that it will take more
than three portraits of george
to stem the torrent of disregard
that currently sweeps through
our highest halls of power

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Because Besides You | David Dephy

The path into the dark is golden.
I am moving forward to reach the
point. My shadow is floating behind
me like the answer of the secret which
had been stolen and we are hungry for
light and still we are going,
despite everything, despite the rules –
the rules that governed you already mooned,
despite the laws of the universe speechless,
you spurred yourself into life… Because,
besides you I am not searching anything in you.

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