by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love,
The forest music plays
A haunting tune,
Vibrating softly
All around the countryside.
The fragrance of the spruce
Exuding joy,
Combine with the scent
Of the mighty magnolia
Now in full bloom.
Darkness falls.
We trudge a path
Towards a lake.
The peach-hued moon shines brightly.
Peace reigns.
We shelter in a hostel.
Besides a window.
The glitter of the moon
Shines across the placid waters.
All is calm.
A room is available.
What better way to spend the night?
by Keith Relf |
Categories:
adventure, fear, history, hope, inspirational, life, loss, love, people, political, sports, war,
The Undisputed
I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,
as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,
when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.
I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve
of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore
had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,
and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as
I exit to go ending the big show.
2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf
by Lucas Chihinga |
Categories:
love,
‘Could’ve Been
It could have been us
Celebrating 10th month’s anniversary;
Not that it’s a complaint,
But a reminder in a bragging tone.
It could have been us
Laying on a 2m hostel single bed;
Fighting for one pillow,
In a cold night of July.
It could have been us
Playing basketball Sunday evening;
On a rough outdoor court,
With rules of our own.
It could have been us
Exchanging jerseys on sun dawn;
Watching the sunset,
Talking dirty in love language.
It could have been us
If not for your boldness;
That intimidates my manhood,
Pushing me into loving a stranger.
by Mark Miller |
Categories:
allegory, anniversary, feelings,
By Mark Miller 11/08/2017
Play of conflict snare trauma
Beat's drum-head hold drama
Soulful histrionic perfection
Behind rear view devotion
Of hostel trap left hours and
Stricken rabble memoirs band
Vowing to love each other true
Punching in at chaotic shape hue
Disrobe a hate fueled romance
In a strange loop ignorance
Discovering our nothing invention
Meeting in chimneys label ashen
Starring below I send telegram
To agency Ground Control
Wonder why so many had to cry
I guess they never got to say goodbye