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To be or not to be
He is the butterfly
You the rose
He is a free spirit
and so he roams
If you really love him so
You’ll realise you must let go
Maybe then shall he return
Only time will discern
To be or not to be
By Jean Daure
The last dance
Can you hear that?
It’s a shrill
The last trumpet
Like a tuning fork
All creation is dancing
A universal tune
Inevitably
In resonance
Like glass, all shatters
In a cosmic flare
Creation ends
Back to the beginning
-By Raphael Bonhart
Battered
I remain quiet so not to be noticed
I wish not to trigger another violent attack
I seek comfort in happier thoughts
I pluck the petals off the Rose
Loves me, loves me not!
I recite the poem from memory
To see if it still generates feeling
"In the day, you are all the beautiful things I see,
In my heart you are the fire that keeps me warm,
In my life you are the reason that I breath"
Then again, I remain quiet so not to be noticed
I wish not to trigger another violent attack
-By Anthony Kippel
My Merito
These may be rainy days
Where everything is painted grey
These feet have walked the long stretch
They are weak and sore
This heart is empty
All cried out
And the tears rejoin to become one
With the rain
But there you are
On the other side of blindness
The emptiness fills up quickly
I do not know
Whether to laugh or cry
I even forget my own name
Yes, this is heaven
When you’re close to me
Oh, it flows like a river
I cannot take much more
I close my eyes
But can’t find my sleep
Anxious
To wake up next morning
And find that I’d been set free
Halfway across the city
I have trouble
Coming to grip with reality
Amidst the sound of your breathing into by face
I thought I heard you whisper my name
It was magical…
Like music
Of another world
…so damned beautiful…
By David Soroda
 
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