Beautiful Minds Poets

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Yustini Zega, Depok, Indonesia

time space

near morning
surya shows himself
orange in the sky
step foot slowly
pinpoint the time space

ruang waktu

Menjelang pagi
Surya tampakkan diri
Jingga di langit
Langkah kaki perlahan
Meniti ruang waktu

Dale Warren, Covington, Georgia, United States of America

She was

She was the virgin pure and sweet
She had no business to be out in the streets
I was the whore that lived next door
I love to entertain as the liquor pours
The third one of our trio , she was the nun
The chosen one
Each day we three would get together
And shoot the breeze
The virgin would speak of life’s innocence
I would talk of my life with a smile of pretense
And the nun would share of hope and repentance
We three are different in so many ways
But yet we are similar on this day
For we share our hopes, hurts and fears
And each of us cry with bitter tears

(c) 2019 Dale Warren

Marilyn Ward, United Kingdom

Serendipity

magic transforms
a small patch of ground,
as a wild geranium
Unexpected appearance
turns dark to bright

Jamie Leigh Jones, Mount Olive, North Carolina, United States of America

Addiction In Remission

Addiction is an affliction often looked at with indifference
A disease that not many understand that sometimes ends with a life sentence
It creeps and it calls until you eventually fall
Shakes and chills are only the beginning of the withdrawal
I speak of this epidemic because I have lived it
Thou shalt not judge something if they have no experience with the mental and physical statistics
Even when you think you know about the Hell that we live
Think again because you haven't walked in the poison the lives under the surface of our skin
Everyone says it's a choice and damn every addict to Hell without a second thought
But if you only knew what we have been through and the battle that we have fought
Poison that numbs the mental and physical pain
Fogging but freeing up the anxiety and stress within the brain
Chronic pain patients labeled unfairly as seekers
All we want is to be normal without the the fear of life altering features
Features built in by our genetic code
A code that puts our bodies and minds in an alternate mode
Some only use to numb emotional pain
Please never forget that they are humans that need love one in the same
So next time you decide to place a label upon one's head because of the life they lead
Remember that you don't understand because you don't wear their wounds that forever internally bleed

Sean Thomas Runyon

Lies last but a moment and then the words of truth
are forever lost upon the sail cloths of the ocean floor
and within that moment that lie trust becomes
ambiguity, The dubiety, of all forward thought. we
wrestle within the winds of incertitude,

we grovel upon the rocks of impending doom We
sow the seeds of Sorrow and in the end, we hang
ourselves upon the cross of the gallows

So Be ever so careful of the flowers the shrubbery
we choose to feast upon, for some seeds that we
feast upon, plant the seeds of a never tomorrow.

Memoirs from a mad mind written by Sean Thomas Runyon
(c) 2018 art photography & poem Sean Thomas Runyan

Krishnasankar Acharjee, Kolkata, West Bengal, India

Face is the mirror of the mind and eye is also percipient .
You are my sapphire as black as collyrium* in restraint.
Such happiness in the retina intact resounded love.
To touch stalk while thou revolve light years above.

Pride and politeness kisses exultantly in widen eyelid
Sweet scent of smeary amour, the spirit of delighted bid.
Amidst amorous indication thou art the subterranean river.
Passionately to remove the ripples and absorb a love-affair.

Philoprogenitiveness** of predestination every moment obsequious***
With tearful eyes an unmarried girl's amour is supernatural.
Having a lotus in your navel and scent of a sound wave
Thou art the lotus eyed of voiceless-heap in ceremonial bath

* eye salve

** having many children

*** obedient, submissive and attentive

Monday, June 3, 2019

Freye Hudson, Goole, East Riding Yorkshire, England, UK

A WALK BY THE SHORE

I walked by the Shore
Waves in unison
An Evening Sun casts Shadows
Upon unrelenting Breakers
How Beautiful the Salty Breeze
Upon one's Face
Some Days the Tide comes Slowly In
Small waves become as Cotton Candy
Listening ...
Such Beautiful Melodies
Could be Heard
Nearer the Shore
Sounds of water sliding over smaller
Pebbles ..
Enduringly they become Smooth as Silk
Overtime with constant flow of waters
What Gifts can be found on a shore
As a Setting Sun Turns Into an Amber
Golden Glow.

(c) 2019 Fshudson