LIVING IN THE PAST DAYS LOVE ~ BY SHAHED KHANDEKAR
The winter will befall upon our youth,
And it will lose all its springliness then.
A sheer dullness shall have its firm growth,
And the inner green land will turn barren.
OUR NEMESIS AND YOUR LOVE ~BY ATOM
Let my wraith fall upon the sinning rats
you share love and time with, only to burn me inside out.
Let us bathe in their blood for the way we loved,
like the dwindling snakes intertwined, biting each other to live without.
I SAID GOODBYE TO YOU TODAY ~BY BRYNN HUDSON
I kissed your hands today, to say goodbye. Those two beautiful hands, they raised me. They lifted me when I was down.
ALAS, IT WAS JUST A DEMON ~BY MAVIS MUPFIGO
The daily anticipation,
The ever-lingering hope,
The hope of meeting him,
Like a child, yearning a mother’s embrace,
Waiting for just that moment,
Alas!! It was just a demon.
FROZEN FLORA ~BY ALICE WILLIAMS
Jack
You have bested me again
Winter
With your clever endeavour
grasping on with your frost-bitten hands
Awaken sun and spite the cold
IT JUST GOT BAD ~BY LOUIS MARTONE
You know that it is bad,
When the thing you love becomes a chore.
You know it’s bad,
When your passion becomes poor.
It feels like your well has gone dry,
and all that you can produce is a lie.
No charming metaphors,
Or silly rhymes,
Can bring back your passion.
It is gone for good.
The thing that used to come so easy,
The crutch you used to hold
It’s rare now.
Rarer than gold.
I thought I knew what to do.
I thought this was my calling.
Every time I look at a blank page,
It is like I have frozen on a stage.
Everyone’s eyes were on me
and I forgot my lines.
THE COVEN AND TEA~ BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
A witch of the name Misty,
A kitchen witch,
Just arrived at St Tropez in France,
She,
Whose hair was coloured with the sun’s golden rays,
who wore earthy tones,
Layers of chiffon
THE FAMILY LAGOON ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
The river,
Grains of sand
Underfoot,
Caressing my toes,
Beside me,
My father,
The one I listen to,
respect,
and reflect,
Speaking about anything or everything
FATHERS DAY~ BY AGNES WONG
One Year Ago
I see the melancholy in my mirror as I rise and remember
One year ago I lost my father the 31st of December
I hear a silence that replays its own piercing echo
One year ago an audience sat in mourning row after row
DARKNESS ~BY POETICIA
But after many an ageing sun finally
Did tears pour when the truth bled
Look at the exchanging hands of power
They have me question hearts of sincerity