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Hazel...! …(@ the hospital reception) June,20

Gothic façade on a rundown hut
Two hazel blinkers set in a nut..!

(Islamabad)
(June 24,2009)

poem by Saadat Tahir
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I hate the word gothic but I would like to try doing something like that. A gothic sound, not rock, but gothic. There's a difference.

quote by Kelly Osbourne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Facade

A little girl trapped in her knowledge and craft
Came tripping to my room last night
I cooked her a steak and I tried not to fake
And still make everything alright
She had dreads in her hair and problems and cares
She tried hard not to let em show
She was decent and sweet and I was sizin up the meat
But doubts fell in my mind like snow
And when the shove comes down to love
The facade falls down
And when the bricks fall from the tricks
The facade falls down
Its a sunny afternoon and Im sitting in my robe
Im dirty and Im here alone
Theres a story on my table that talks about me
And I want to stuff it down the authors throat
And Im sleeping with someone new every night
And in the morning politely saying bye
And Im nowhere and no one
And I only wanna run
And I feel like a hamburger bun
And when you must
Believe or bust
The facade falls down
When youre scared of a brand new care
The facade falls down
I got no reason to believe
I got no reason but Im new york scumbag tough
And Ill keep on truckin
So night is falling
And Im getting tired
And its time to get my slippers and books
Got a sweater and glasses
And something that passes
For a way to get by in this world
And Im getting tired
Of so many different things
I guess Im just plain tired
Or maybe too intelligent to believe
In the obvious side of things
And when voice says make a choice
The facade falls down
When your knees start to concede
The facade falls down
When the shove comes down to love
The facade falls down
And when the bricks fall from the tricks
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Two Short Poems

Dandelion

Dandelion in grass
Head cotton ball white
Seeds ready for flight

9 June 2009

Summers Glory Gone

Flowers drooping heads
Petals limp
Summers glory gone

9 June 2009

poem by David Harris
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Elvaston Castle

In a Derbyshire county stands one castle grand
In all its three hundred acres of land
This gothic castle is in need of love and care
Needs no entrepreneur to rip it all bare

Wyatt designed the great gothic hall
With ceiling so high you gaze in aw
Elvaston castle claim no name to fame
But it must stay in the public domain

It needs no golf course to ruin the land
It needs no hotel to make it look grand
All that it needs is some love and care
So the people of Derby can always go there

18 04 2009
Chellaston

poem by Jim O'Donnell
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One Day In June

One day in June
I slipped away
Caught by desire
Drawn to the flame
My virtues disappeared
Light on my feet
Whispers as sweet as honey
Callin' to me
One day in June
One day in June
I felt the hunger
I ate the fruit
One day in June
So don't cry for me
I had my chance
I took a risk
I asked the wind to dance
Don't try to save me
I'm already gone
Everything's over
But I'm burning on
One day in June
One day in June
I felt the hunger
I ate the fruit
One day in June
And I don't like how it feels
To tell all these little lies
Tryin' to be the one you can count on
But all it's a thin disguise
I kissed it all goodbye
One day in June

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Song Of June !

June sings for me, a song
of a rain cloud, which has
lost its way in a desert storm,
haunted and chased
by the conspiring rays of
of a burnt up sun
but found its way back
to a green hill to sing
again a song for me....

June 11,2009

poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Hazel On the Edge

Dunne watches as Hazel unpins her hair.
She can see her facial expression in the
Dressing table mirror. I usually do that,
Dunne says. I thought you’d like a break
From being my maid, Hazel replies, catching
Dunne’s eyes. Dunne fiddles with her fingers,
Stares back at her mistress’s reflection. She
Notices Hazel’s smile. I feel useless if I don’t
Do anything, Dunne says. Hazel turns around
And says, you are never useless to me. They
Look at each other as if time had stopped.
Hazel seems on the edge of a chasm. She
Wants to put her arms around Dunne and
Draw her close to her. She just stands feeling
A falling sensation. Dunne looks away and says,
Did you want me to prepare a bath for you?
Hazel breathes in slowly. Calm, she tells herself.
Dunne goes to the window to peer out onto
The Parisian street below. Hazel moves up
Behind Dunne. She looks at Dunne’s hair,
The slope of shoulders, the smell of scent
She’d given her. Yes, Hazel says, a bath would
Be welcome after such a busy day sightseeing.
Dunne turns and smiles. Hazel is on the brink
Of putting out a hand to touch Dunne’s cheek.
She holds her hands by her side. Dunne moves
Off and out of the room to prepare a bath in
The bathroom next door. Hazel sighs. So close.
So near. She holds onto the scent of Dunne.
She senses things fall away: prejudices, class,
Manners, mores; feels her emotions flood her
Mind. Love, all love, Father used to say, is blind.

poem by Terry Collett
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If Not For June

If not for June,
My memories of Winter in December...
With a wish to witness,
The freshness of Spring March would bring...
Would not still remain so vivid.
As if only yesterday visited.
If not for June.

If not for June,
My eyesight would not be teased...
By the freedom felt in Summer,
With hopes that linger of those things I could do,
Under clear skies showing bright Sun.
And seeing the fun shared by nearly everyone,
If not for June.

And if not for June I would not be able to reminisce,
From so many experiences I could pick.
June seems to be the month I can do this.
With a thankfulness I am still in the midst,
Of a year that appears to have just begun.
With so much left to offer before it is done.
And for me this happens only when June comes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Juno Gave the Summer

A sun for hearts – tempered rhythm in her flares;
The naked tan – bikini line a cry for stares;
Gregarious green, beguiled by colours en rapport –
The park’s alive! So what’s to hanker after more?

Children scream while parents dream their fantasies,
Igniting under brilliance –
They think they share resilience to the
Ultraviolet hues;
To lie displayed au naturel
Is what they’d rather choose!

And Helios peers at lovers in their
Heady worlds: vibrant leas to
Roam in hand; calming seas –
Satin sand insensible as
Water runs her ripples cross the
Shore – so like the park, it really
Cries for very little more!

In the garden, roses clamber for attention –
Pouting blooms, wafting scent –
Our floral monarch June’s event!
And fingers green receive the praise
From toiling hard for coloured blaze.

Compelled, I walk the countenance of sunny June
As Mother Nature danced amok in her saloon
Of roaring life, that came of youth in early spring
And nurtured in maternal warmth beneath her wing.

Eyes bedewed, I mellow in a reverie
– Hope renewed –
As Juno saw to suckle me with
Quintessential summer.

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June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
Summer summer June summer June in summer summer

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The month of June

In the month of June
I composed a melodic tune
Ahead of time before the clocks struck noon
Later at night I waited to sing it out in full moon

June is the smell of sweet fresh roses
A beautiful rosy sixth month it exposes
And with the sweetness of each day
The sky clouds smile brightful and gay

Good Afternoon, My little summer butterflies
In June we can play where yellow meadows lie
We can observe little rivers flow into lagoons
And the mellifluent wildlife retreat into cocoons

And if love where to blossom it will do so quite soon
Because there is something about the month of June
As the longest daylight hours a year balloon
All marriage hopes are not left marooned

June is a beautiful month to sing
And listen to loud wedding bells ring
In this long awaited summer month
The mood of happiness is all June fronts

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Feel Good Haze V

Cradle, be cradled
Gilded Pandora’s Box
A hazel is but a hazel
A panging string struck

poem by Norman Santos
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My Canadian Chronicles 10

I have always had a dream
of one day seeing
one of nature’s natural wonders
whose snowy fingers
reach out to touch the sky.
Yesterday on Tuesday the 9th June 2009,
I was taken to see them
and their magical awesome beauty
by my dear friend and her family.
At first sight, my mouth fell open
as their magic captured me.
I wanted to see them
even if it was from afar,
but can you imagine my excitement
of actually standing on one of them.
No words can describe the thrill I felt
just standing there looking down
at the world beneath my feet.
I was speechless to say the least.
Captured by the awesome beauty
from everywhere I looked.
My dream was now reality,
the wonder in the palm of my hand.
The moments I captured on film
no one will really understand.
We live in a world of treasures
and these mountains are one of them.
Their splendour and their beauty
will always remain with me.

10 June 2009

poem by David Harris
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Missed a Beat!

And then you smile again!

(June 2009)

poem by Rajesh Kumar
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Well Here's Another Nice Mess You've Gotten Me Into

On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome pine
Just below, the cabin home of a little girl of mine

Having the time of our lives
Far from our sweethearts and wives.

Since January, April, June or July
Snow time, pay no time to stay

We're going to see, we're going to see
We're going to see my home in Dixie.

I knew I'd found my paradise
Honolulu baby, where do you get those eyes?

I'm in love with you
With your eyes so blue.

You do the tango jiggle
With a Texas Tommy wiggle

Fast his hands his carbine hold
It is his best friend of old.

When clouds are grey, when skies are blue
Come rain or shine I'm happy too

You are the ideal of my dreams
I've loved you forever it seems.

You told me things you never meant
And made me think them too,

"Well here's another nice mess
You've gotten me into."

poem by Hazel Connelly
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I loved fairy tales when I was a kid. Grimm. The grimmer the better. I loved gruesome gothic tales and, in that respect, I liked Bible stories, because to me they were very gothic.

quote by Amy Tan
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Sensual Urge

A sinful desire
I beg you to offer me
This lustful heaven.

June 22,2009

poem by James Callos Jordan
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Hazel

Hazel, dirty-blonde hair
I wouldnt be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
You got something I want plenty of
Ooh, a little touch of your love.
Hazel, stardust in your eye
Youre goin somewhere and so am i.
Id give you the sky high above
Ooh, for a little touch of your love.
Oh no, I dont need any reminder
To know how much I really care
But its just making me blinder and blinder
Because Im up on a hill and still youre not there.
Hazel, you called and I came,
Now dont make me play this waiting game.
Youve got something I want plenty of
Ooh, a little touch of your love.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Rainy Day In June

I need some sunshine on my face
To help me dry my eyes
I need a blue sky over here
So I can clear my mind
Maybe your soft breath on my back
To make me feel at ease
Anything more than what I've got
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June
Yesterday morning I woke up
On the wrong side of the bed
And on the right side laid a note
I knew what it said
Then the rain came, hasn't stopped
I don't know if it will
But I'll keep waiting with the hopeful heart
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June
The thunder rolls, the lightning flashes
Every thought began with you
I see your face in every clouded paths
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Kenton Comes to Tea

Kenton comes to tea.
Dunne serves at table.
Kenton knew Hazel

even as a child.
Her late father's friend
watches Dunne pour tea

into his teacup.
Your dear father's death
was quite sudden he says.

We were in Paris
touring when news came
Hazel says softly.

Who was the other?
Kenton asks Hazel.
Dunne here my maid came.

Oh I see he says
gazing at Dunne's thighs
hidden behind cloth.

He was a good man
Kenton says firmly
I've known him for years.

Dunne wants to refute
but remains silent.
Her master's abuse

of her sexually
remains in her mind.
Hazel looks at Dunne

she knows the secrets
knew her father's deeds.
Kenton rattles on.

Hazel remembers
her months in Paris
with Dunne at her side.

Art and galleries.
Cafes on corners
smoking and drinking.

Talking and laughing.
Both of them bathing
always together

touching and feeling
kissing and holding
in one bed at night.

Dunne slices the cake
pours Hazel's black tea
her blue eyes searching.

Kenton eats his cake
talks between mouthfuls
spluttering small crumbs.

Dunne studies Hazel
her eyes undressing
her tongue like a snail

moves slowly between
her mistress's thighs
her hands embracing

the smooth naked skin
in her memory.
Hazel looks away

the room is so warm.
She knows that soft stare
sexual and hot

and she whispering
more of that don't stop
scratching through the air.

Dunne hears her and smiles
pours Kenton more tea.
He is unaware there's love in the air.