Zenaida Laragan Taloza, Piano di Sorrento, Italy

Tomorrow

Tomorrow shall be a beautiful day..
Differs from the day that just past away..
It feels the soul strongly to get up fairly..
Tomorrow, attempt to forget failures freely.

Tomorrow go against the weaknesses..
Putting more faith to our Omnipotent..
All deterrent offenses of today and yesterday..
Lock them up into the box of forgetfulness..

Tomorrow open the heart start to live again.
Foster to share generosity benign..
Encouraging the grace from opulent heart
With energy and faithfulness chant..

Tomorrow try to nourish new hues enliven..
Motivates mind and bring solace
Ambivalent emotions of ebullient feelings.
Harmony and peace ladders to reach dreams.

Heart is now open wide in great faith..
Lurking gracefully like a pleasant manifest..
Knowing would have realized nonetheless..
That tomorrow may harness such hidden mystery..

(c) 2019 Zenaida Laragan Taloza

Arun Sharma, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

Prayers

Time to realize
Why ancestors prayed to
Nature's gods
The Earth, Fire,Water, Air
Today
When home seems to be on
A small island
Romantic rain turned into
A life scare
I wonder so much water
Rain god brings from where
And on the other extreme
The Sun busy roasting
Helpless lives
Science challenged the ecology
Dreamt of conquering Nature
And lo behold
See the fury now
Again to square one
Praying my God
To have mercy on
Poor us
To suffer this assault
How long!

(c) 2019 arun sharma

Rose Booth (new member, no information)

Every word of every tongue is
Love telling a story to her own ears.
Every thought in every mind,
She whispers a secret to her own Self.
Every vision in every eye,
She shows her beauty to her own sight.
Every smile on every face,
She reveals her own joy for herself to enjoy.

Love courses through everything,
No, Love is everything.
How can you say, there is no love,
when nothing but Love exists?
All that you see has appeared because of Love.
All shines from Love,
All pulses with Love,
All flows from Love--
No, once again, all IS Love!

(c) 2019 Rose Booth

Nattie O'Sheggzy, Osogbo, Osun, Nigeria

Courage

Who can but bear life's load all alone
And trudge through this insane world
An incuba brimming in ugliness men hug
A long winding path we all pass through

Who can swim against the tide life tosses
Our way. Or breast the tape at living's dead end
Oars broken, sails rent, grasping the last breath
On this fierce ocean of vicissitudes all alone

(c) 2019 Nattie O'Sheggzy

Pride Matsei, Hatfield, Gauteng, South Africa

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WHAT A WASTE OF LOVE!___

So, we sit still, motionless. 
Listening to the silence sipping through the Dark cracks of what we once called... us

So we,
Listen to the echoes of what might have been memories of the good times we've never had.
Peering into your eyes trying to find the soul you said you have... none

Trying to find words I should've said the very first day I laid eyes on you,
I am sorry I am not what you need from me... 
I am sorry I am Not what you define love to be.
I am not a replica of whom you once had. 
I am not a body programmed with multiple personalities of the people in your fantasies 
I am tired of being him.

So here I am... 
Standing at the back door of my own heart... 
Again 
Hoping not to find you convincing it that you are a necessity to it's function.
With the hope to let myself in and give me a sound apology

Flashback...
To the day the mirror had my own exact reflection on it, and the thoughts I had were my own...
To the day I left my own self to be with you
To the day I abandoned all I was for all you wanted to have. Selfish...

When you twisted every inch of me into heaven knows who?
A personality, puppeteered like Pinocchio on strings you left me hanging...
Like a body left lifeless of the person It used to be. What a shame

So I give in... Not even I would want to talk to myself when there's nothing left of me
Not even I would love myself the way you never did

This is it... I am letting go 
Of every part of me I betrayed by subjecting myself to the love you gave
I am letting go... of the person you created in me while neglecting everything I am and wanna be... 
What a waste of "LOVE"
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Vaishali Vohra, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

Time Will Move On

Time Is moving on
Then why time is not moving on? 
Struggle seems permanent
Days are same cloudy
Nights are same blind
Storms are same permanent
Sunlight is same unpleasant 

But I am standing firmly
fighting continuously
Wearing the shoes of dedication
The cap of determination
The outfit of motivation
The coat of implementation

Everyday,
heavy rain wets me with grief
sunlight burns my dreams
storm shakes my plans
snowfall drops my Actions

But,
I am standing firmly
Fighting continuously 

soon,
These dark days will be gone
These horrible nights will be gone
These deadly storms will be gone
N my success will be on
then, my time too will move on
Thus, I too, will move on
Until then, I will work upon
I will work upon 

(c) 2019 Vaishali Vohra

Gelda Castro (Gel Poetry Garden), Rio de Janiero, Brazil

I would like to share
some gentle thought as
the morning breeze, or
a few words that reminded
the taste of honey
Any exit that would allow us
to escape the sonic and visual
Bombardment of the huge city,
and that, by a few moments,
Would bring us the rights of
to dream of a healthier world...
More humane!

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