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bleakly imprinted

Lips on half drunk

Glass of water;

Few dust motes

Shed from

Proceeding shoes;

And warmth

Of your departing hand

On mine;

Each telling

Its own

Tale

Untold

 

© Aparna Pathak/ All Rights Reserved.

 

Your Feet

 

Traces of your feet

On the pavement

Became my way to destination

A stranger few years back

Is now my pillar of support

And my biggest fascination

My first thought of you every morning

And last thought of you in night

Gives me moments of elation

I don’t fear anymore

I have you to depend upon

And guide me with ideal contemplation

 

© Aparna Pathak/ All Rights Reserved

 

Understanding

 

It turns everything into new

It covers us like a soft, warm mantle

Giving everything we lacked;

In hope to reach the unattainable

We move ahead to it with hesitant steps;

Missing enthusiasm returns

And we start behaving like a stubborn kid

No longer, we feel ashamed of ourselves

Even when we are arguing stupid

Love’s omnipresence makes us happy

And innocently our palms cups our own face

Day goes imagining talks, cuddles

Kisses, intimacy and embrace

We shed our inhibitions

Among laughs, jokes and touch

Listening just heart

We start losing ourselves so much

Pigeons of thinking start flying high

Someone sets them free in sky

Coins are scattered around penny bank

Someone dragged them out from the tank

Water is spilling from earthy pot

Someone jerked, to take out the collected lot

We know this won’t leave us with hurt

And will make us live with better worth

 

© Aparna Pathak/ All Rights Reserved

 

Moon Appears

 

Faintly

Amidst stars

Among grey clouds

Increasing gradually

With progressive night

telling its tale about

Its steady progress

Of its wispy appearance

From nothingness

To the brightest one

 

© Aparna Pathak/ All Rights Reserved

 

Bożena Helena Mazur-Nowak

 Bożena Helena Mazur-Nowak was born in 1958 in Opole, Poland. In 2004 in search of work,she migrated to Great Britain, where she lives and works. Bozena works in a hospital in Operating Theatres as an  auxiliary nurse.,helping people,So in short one can say ,she is the mother of a broken heart. Bozena is also a Happy grandmother and an eternal dreamer.

Emigration has been a difficult choice for her because, as she says, “Life in the home country on the edge of poverty, with no chance to work.is a miserable existence leading almost to madness, And suddenly opens a window to the world and invites you to reach for new possibilities. So I reach – not without fear, after a long deliberation – I reach,leaving the past behind and begin to build a new life. At the heart is a longing that brings poems “.

 

Cormorants Return

 

Cormorants swung a circle above the beach

Look down at the empty nest

Unite in a passenger flight in key

Sand glitters golden amber

In clenched hand white scallop

Warm days like yesterday

Recently was the piston and the buzz here

Chaise overturned remembers summer

Wind-blown sails flutter

Wild beach frozen in silent reverie

Mention of lovers sighs

With the hope that the cormorants will return

 

Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak Poet

@ All Rights Reserved

 

Goodbye

 

Spell does not work anymore

Your heart so cold

I was your claim

You burned it

Now I have to say "no"

Time to go

 

Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak Poet

@ All Rights Reserved

 

Scheherazade

 

Scheherazade ,you are like lost treasure

Who I managed to find without a map

He said

Your lips are like a mystery

I want to share with you

Added

if your eyes could talk would tell the story

Which I could listen to forever

Let me he ask

And so just using the word he dressed me in jewels

Became my confidant

And I was like Scheherazade

Filled out our nights telling stories about love

 

by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak Poet

@ All Rights Reserved

 

Happiness As A Slice Of Bread

 

Take me for a walk along the river

On the meadow nestled into the edge

Where the sun sings from above

And the wind my dress raises up

Pick up for me a bouquet of wild flowers

Tangle love into it with a pink ribbon

On the bench under the fragrant jasmine

Read poems written in the spring

In the evening back to home

Let's hear the crickets lullaby

Under the sky that we favor

Let's have bread that smells of happiness

 

by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak Poet

@ All Rights Reserved

 

River

 

Flows from the source of life

Thin trickle

Tdly quietly

And for a moment turn into

A torrent

Not terrible obstacles

Despite many turns

More and more still ahead

Poured out upon the meadow everyday

Sometimes even the shafts break

Deeper trough

The road forks

Giving rise to new rivers

The valley of golden autumn affects lazy

Release more slowly

Going to the sea of passing

Our lives

 

by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak Poet

@ All Rights Reserved

 

The Apple Tree

 

Do you remember the apple tree dear?

It’s deeply hidden in the orchard

So I liked to be that once

My darling I’ll meet you there

 

In the middle of May, bathed in flowers,

Attracting a swarm of bees

Sweet smell of apple flowers

Our trysts; it did good for us.

 

Petals lay a white carpet,

And we are huddled together.

You were then so close to me

Why isn’t today the same?

 

I do not know

 

by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak Poet

@ All Rights Reserved

 

 

Lewis Frederick Crystal

 Lewis Frederick Crystal is the author of six novels (including BOOKSELLER BLUES, YOU MADE ME CRY) and six books of poetry, the most recent being A HISTORY OF SEX & OTHER ASPECTS OF LOVE and THE PAST IS INEVITABLE. His new book HERITAGE & OTHER POEMS will be published sometime this spring. He is also the editor-publisher of FM via his fledgling publishing company AVENUE U PUBLICATIONS. "

 

Intro To Three Choruses Of Love

 

"Love don't answer questions

Love don't pay no mind

Love don't know hesitation

Love will make you blind"

 

Blind Willie Loveless (1916-1963)

 

Love-First Chorus

 

In the throes of love

Our hero loses his tight grip

On his own identity, above

It all before, now he slips

 

Beneath the surface

Of her icy demeanor

Remembers her kiss

From the year before

 

Struggles to hear her

Voice calling to him

From that ancient river

But his chances are slim

 

To none and besides

She only loved him in passing

Unlike the natural tides

It was whim, not everlasting.

 

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Lewis Frederick Crystal

 

Love-Second Chorus

 

In love's undertow

Our heroine delights

In unraveling her beau's

False reality, his night

 

Turning into day

The right hand not knowing

What the left hides away

She is not exactly crowing

 

In triumph, rather

She is annoyed at his vanity

As if only he could gather

The spoils of their love and she

 

Had to be content with

Standing at the water's edge

As he disappeared in the mist

Or stood forlornly at the ledge

 

Of his own towering ego

Ready to take the perilous plunge

Past a thunderous roaring flow

Of miscommunication, expunge

 

His soul of love's false effects

The yearning, the desire, the joy

And need for her embrace, sex

Was the means, never her ploy.

 

@ All rights reserved

Lewis Frederick Crystal

 

Love-Third Chorus

 

Love is the call and response

The give& take& the in & out

Apart from each other, nonchalance

May allow pause and room for doubt

 

Together nothing can breach

Their eyes locking in mid air

Appraisal of the love in reach

And denial of that awful despair

 

Which loomed large in their past

Before they met and understood

How theirs was destined to last

If any mortal love could.

 

@ All rights reserved

Lewis Frederick Crystal

 

 

Frances Ayers

 Frances has edited numerous eBook anthologies on Bookrix.Her poems have been published online,in various anthologies and in a print journal,FM.Her poem,"As Old As The Sea",came in third place in the May 2010 Voicesnet poetry competition,and she also received a certificate of honorable mention from the Famous Poets Institute,for "A Patient Time".When she is not writing,she is a fulltime Caregiver for an elderly uncle.Frances resides in New York,and is a former Social Worker

 A Little Touch Of Love-A Butterfly Cinquain

 

 Briefly

Without regret

With words that heal the soul

Softly and tenderly offered

Sincere

And intuitively spoken

On angels wings'

A gift

 

Copyright @ Frances Ayers

 

Songs Of Vibrant Spring(Haiku Chain)

 

When perfumed laced notes

Fill a once cold laden ground

I kiss the face of Spring

 

Caressing the earth

With all her new finery

A newness abounds

 

Beauty roams the earth

No longer in disguise

Rebirth reigns supreme

 

Copyright @ Frances Ayers

 

Love's Blessings (A Double Etheree)

 

Love

Patient

Without gall

Spreading the joy

Of selfless giving

It's face,a glowing light

Contagious in its pure form

Harbinger of peaceful moments

Immeasurable, as twinkling stars

Unexpected returns for the giver

Often admired by those in need most

So rare a gift,seldom seen by some

Never wasted,long sought after

Healer,teacher and noble

Casts a light to subdue

The darkest of nights

Pleasing to all

Evoking

Laughter

Love

 

Copyright @ Frances Ayers

 

These Tender Moments(Senryu Chain)

 

These tender moments

A snapshot of perfect love

A minds' souvenir

 

Unspoiled passion

Hearts,minds,bodies entangled

Oblivious souls

 

Love's fire ignites

Unaware of distractions

Time is infinite

 

Copyright @ Frances Ayers

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imprint

Text: All Poets Retain full Rights To Their Work
Images: Pictures Are Copyright Free
Editing: Frances Ayers
Publication Date: 04-28-2013

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To Our Family And Friends Who Inspire Us Everyday!!

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