For the Lost

In fog’s night,
there’s a shimmer
A hint of hearth and home.
A muted invitation
to one who walks alone.

Far away from native shore
and succor of the soul.
Harbouring a longing for
the things that make us whole.

Fishing for remembrances
of paintings in the mind,
but finding only semblances
in images unkind.

And now they come, in elder times,
these showings of a land.
So often gleaned from ancient rhymes
that lead us by the hand.

As if to say this life of yours
is wanting for its bed,
so be untroubled, free of chores,
and rest your weary head.

Hello, I am Lee Dunn.
Working stiff (retired).  Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher.
Writing some poetry, prose, personal stories, and fiction.
Have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press.
I blog on WordPress at https://secret-lifeof.com/

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My Dearest Mom

There was this night so quiet & dark
When I got up from my sleep with the twitchy spark
It was a dream of my beloved mother with me
Everything about it felt intense & so real
If she were alive, I would surely have given her a kiss
Now hear me out as the dream goes like this

She went out to attend some family party
But she came back disturbed & she had lost her sari
The next thing I noticed was quite bizzare
She was trying to park outside her little car
But she had trouble parking it the way we call right
She looked quite disturbed & wasn’t alright
This truck was waiting & giving her some space
But she was so frustrated & wanted her own place in space
She simply then kicked her car to park it right at the spot
It seemed as if her car was made of some thin board

I was standing by the window & was watching this all
She said people were brutal, they made fun & took her sari off
As if she were insane & was out of her very own mind
Humiliation & tears, she was suffocated at that time
She wanted me to go with her to the same hell party
To tell them she’s not alone & she ain’t no patsy
I said no & took mummy inside our home
All I wanted was to protect her & to give her a quiet zone

I woke up in a shock from my so intense dream
I was all shaken & saddened to the deepest of the deep
My mother was suffering clearly in that unusual scene
She was in pain & I think she wanted also to scream
I felt her presence & the pain as if it’s of my own
All I wanted to tell her – I’m right here, you are not all alone
Those people were no strangers but blood related of her own
Tears in eyes, she’s with me even though her body is gone
I love you…I love you, oh my dearest mom

I am Navin and I am from Denmark. An engineer / CAD technician by profession and I’m quite passionate about it. I express myself, share my experiences and what I realize through my poems, which I publish on my blog https://navinspoems.com/

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Poem #121

It’s a long road and you think it’s straight
but your eyes can’t even begin to see the curves
and many turns.
Somewhere along the way you stumble
or stop to take a break. You turn around and
painfully whisper to yourself: “I got lost. Shit, not this again.”
You live trying to break the loop, hoping you’ll
find the breaking point before you reach your own.

Conjugating Us

I hiss
You dismiss
He/she/it reminisce
They Judge

I evoke
You provoke
He/she/it revokes
They judge

I blurt
You hurt
He /she/it revert
They judge

Catnip Murphy in 5 words. Sane, sober, solvent, gentleman rascal. Proprietor of a blog with a junk shop ethos. Browsing is encouraged. Lost treasure or tatty chintz ? You won’t know until you look. I used to be up and coming but I elected to live a life of vibrant reliability. So now I reflect and muse and write. So drop in, you’ll be very welcome.

www.catnipmurphy.wordpress.com

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On That Poolside

She got lied
And got laid
Once full of pride
But that died
On that poolside

Hard she tried
To make it a good ride
But she failed
And on that poolside,
Everything was untied
A bed of lies she’d lied

He left in a glide
He left and he flied
He left and she fried
She lost her ride
And lost her pride
When he decried.
For her investments, she cried
Money for the tours worldwide
A home in the countryside
All these were nullified.
In one single episode,
On that poolside.

Her eyes she wiped
She became red-eyed
As they watched, glassy-eyed
She then realized
On that poolside
During that noontide
That her stomach, and sodium cyanide
Could be of help when allied!
–  Jamin Clement

I’m Jamin Clement, a Kenyan student and Story-teller. Among the many things that I’m passionate about, writing tops the list. I discovered my love for writing and reading back then when I was fourteen and since then, I’ve been doing it the best way I can. Get my articles @ j4min.wordpress.com

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Unearthing

like eroding layers of the past
you permeate through time
waiting to be rediscovered
untouched by appreciation.
but underneath the rubble

I found your layered magnificence

I am a medical student that recently started up a blog to have a creative outlet through the all encompassing experience that is medical school. I attempt to bring light to the juxtapositions that exist in life and reestablish hope for oneself.
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Anarchy of Time

In the midst of this restlessness
Apprehensions on faces around
There is an unknown race to win everyday
Countless fears in my crown
Battlefields get drawn so fast
Strategies are born of every kind
Unknown of the existence today
Plans of future occupy the mind
So much to learn and grasp
Every inch is already occupied
Neural circuits are a fashionable mess
Every ignorant soul certified
Simple is complex
In more ways than thought
Wisdom and foresight orphaned quite often
Convenience of guilt, with me I brought
Every fear and backtrack
Bears the mark of confidence galore
Glorified adventures, they like to call them
My punctured soul is still sore
I see two paths on the fork
One bright the other pale and dull
The lights are too bright for me my friend
Strange voices still resonate in my skull
Nomad I have always been on these shores
Proud bearer of my mast and fate
Simple was never complex for me
I have learnt to carry my own weight.

I am a techie with a crazy streak. A blogger, endurance cyclist, urban nomad, amateur photographer. For me life is a discovery each day and a fight to survive. Live while you can, there’ll be plenty of time to drag on. Blog: https://onelife513532705.wordpress.com/

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