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he wants my bread

this ragged child

on the roadside

 

 

 

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On the roadside

the child cries alone

hungry for mother's kiss

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On the roadside

the child cries alone

hungry for mother's kiss

 

 

 

hungry for mother's kiss

Little Bear roams

the night sky

 

 

 

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the night sky

embroidered with diamond myths

takes us home

 

~~Tink

 

Takes us home

where nobody awaits.

The door is locked...

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Takes us home

where nobody awaits.

The door is locked...

 

 

the door is locked...

but a lamp glows

at the window

 

 

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the door is locked...

but a lamp glows

at the window

 

 

goldenlangur

 

 

 

At the window

I draw your face

with the shadow of the night

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At the window

I draw your face

with the shadow of the night

 

With the shadow of the night

comes a new day ...

in someone else's world.

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With the shadow of the night

comes a new day ...

in someone else's world.

 

In someone else's world

I am somebody

without nobody

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In someone else's world

I am somebody

without nobody

 

without nobody

conversations we've had

echo in my head

 

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without nobody

conversations we've had

echo in my head

 

goldenlangur

 

Echo in my head

long way of memories

I stuck in the past.

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Echo in my head

long way of memories

I stuck in the past.

 

I stuck in the past

but in dreams

I see a new place

 

 

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I stuck in the past

but in dreams

I see a new place

 

 

goldenlangur

 

I see a new place

where the peace leads

on the crossroad.

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I see a new place

where the peace leads

on the crossroad.

 

on the crossroad

both turns seem the same -

black-topped and empty

 

 

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on the crossroad

both turns seem the same -

black-topped and empty

 

 

goldenlangur

 

Blacktopped and empty,

the road seems longer at 4a.m.

I want to go home.

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Blacktopped and empty,

the road seems longer at 4a.m.

I want to go home.

 

I want to go home

where the bread is warm

and the bird sings.

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I want to go home

where the bread is warm

and the bird sings.

 

 

 

and the bird sings

on a leafless branch

dusk

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and the bird sings

on a leafless branch

dusk

 

 

dusk, the sun

sinks behind the mountain

beautiful afterglow

 

 

Hi Everyone,

Glad to be back!

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dusk, the sun

sinks behind the mountain

beautiful afterglow

 

 

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beautiful afterglow

the moon gliding out of

the earth's shadow

 

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beautiful afterglow

the moon gliding out of

the earth's shadow

 

goldenlangur

 

The earth's shadow

covered the flaps of

the bird wings.

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Aleksandra said:
goldenlangur said:
beautiful afterglow
the moon gliding out of
the earth's shadow
                             goldenlangur

The earth's shadow
covered the flaps of
the bird wings.

the bird wings
new tar black, tucked tight
weary from flight

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to the root

music flows like rain;

saturates

 

 

Saturates -

the sky with stars,

my mouth - without voice.

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Saturates -

the sky with stars,

my mouth - without voice.

 

my mouth - without voice

not that I cannot speak

but that I have no words

 

 

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my mouth - without voice

not that I cannot speak

but that I have no words

 

 

goldenlangur

 

 

But that I have no words;

that doesn't mean

that I don't have a heart.

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that I don't have a heart

the wind carries it to you

love letters

 

 

Love letters

I am writing to you,

with the colorless pen

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Love letters

I am writing to you,

with the colorless pen

 

with the colorless pen

I write of light and shadows

in the valley

 

 

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with the colorless pen

I write of light and shadows

in the valley

 

 

goldenlangur

 

In the valley

the bones rots,

under the down.

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In the valley

the bones rots,

under the down.

 

under the down

there is warmth

beyond the sun

 

 

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beyond the sun

is an unknown world

to be explored

 

 

to be explored -

how does it feel

not to be afraid

 

 

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to be explored -

how does it feel

not to be afraid

 

 

goldenlangur

 

Not to be afraid

from the destiny hand

the wheel rotates.

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Not to be afraid

from the destiny hand

the wheel rotates.

 

the wheel rotates

in rain and sun

another rhythm

 

goldenlangur

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the wheel rotates

in rain and sun

another rhythm

 

goldenlangur

 

another rhythm

birds sing to flowers again

another spring

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another rhythm

birds sing to flowers again

another spring

 

another spring

another life flows

in her crystal eyes.

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another spring

another life flows

in her crystal eyes.

 

in her crystal eyes

the first crescent

through clouds

 

 

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in her crystal eyes

the first crescent

through clouds

 

 

goldenlangur

 

through clouds

vanished sun

cries for light.

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through clouds

vanished sun

cries for light.

 

What anguish Aleksandra!

 

 

cries for light

borne by the wind

and withered leaves

 

 

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Aleksandra
through clouds

vanished sun

cries for light.

 

What anguish Aleksandra!

 

 

cries for light

borne by the wind

and withered leaves

 

 

goldenlangur

 

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and withered leaves

and barren trees

...and poor child - alone.

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and withered leaves

and barren trees

...and poor child - alone.

 

and poor child - alone

on the marble steps

of the church

 

 

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and poor child - alone

on the marble steps

of the church

 

 

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Thank you Aleksandra.

 

A "poor child - alone" - brought to mind associations with Christ and abandoned children.

 

 

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goldenlangur said:
Aleksandra said:
and withered leaves
and barren trees
...and poor child - alone.

and poor child - alone
on the marble steps
of the church
                 goldenlangur

of the church
with its high arched doors open
respite for His flock

 

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~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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of the church

with its high arched doors open

respite for His flock

 

~~tink

 

respite for his flock

in the spring sun -

a sting in its tail

 

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

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goldenlangur said:
Tinker said:
of the church
with its high arched doors open
respite for His flock
                        ~~jvg

respite for his flock
in the spring sun -
a sting in its tail

                 goldenlangur

I love it, I was wondering how someone was going to handle that last line of mine. You did it perfectly gl.

a sting in its tail
the caped manta owns the sea
deadly grace

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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a sting in its tail

the caped manta owns the sea

deadly grace

 

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deadly grace

its wings blot out the sun

a dark sea bed

 

 

 

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deadly grace

its wings blot out the sun

a dark sea bed

 

 

 

goldenlangur

 

a dark sea bed

alighted by glowing fish

little mermaid sings

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a dark sea bed

alighted by glowing fish

little mermaid sings

 

little mermaid sings

from her seaweed throne

under the Great Bear

 

 

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little mermaid sings

from her seaweed throne

under the Great Bear

 

 

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under the Great Bear

I see faces in shade

smiling and bleeding

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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