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Dandelion Seed by Annabella

See all eternity in a dandelion seed

A seasonal reminder of summer lazy days

A dandelion seed

Now separated from its family

Where it grew, independent yet together

Nurtured

Loved so very much

Valued, wanted, yet unconvinced

Now flying where the breeze carries it

Where the wind takes it

Being released time and time again

To new lands, new skies

So light and free

Pigeon’s Wisdom by Ruth G

Patiently I gaze at my surroundings

in search of the love of my life that soon will appear among our pigeon crowd

She will be perfectly imperfect, be that as it may

We will be till death as part

I know this moment is near

when true love will be fulfilled

Meanwhile I notice this strange humankind

who move around rambling

alone without another soul nearby

Their search for a mate seems so harsh,

in perpetual pursue of a perfect match

they lose all their time, before you know it,

they die without offsprings or

realising we pigeons hold the wisdom

of a good-lived life.

The Life of Air by Siân-y-Blewyt

 Air is my favourite element. 

So, wind is my sacred sound. 

It always has and always will be

my favourite sound unbound. 

You can't see it, obviously, 

but its effects are all about. 

You can actually reach out and touch it,

Well, if it's force 10 gale. 

But almost every single day, 

its caress will touch your face. 

Most often you can hear it, 

and is almost never dull.

It's in the rustle of leaves in a tree, 

and in the dancing of a chime,  

it's that zhhhhuuuuu sound in your ear

that goes up and down in tone. 

It's in the flapping of a gazebo, 

and always in an harbour,

the clang, clang, clang of metal pulleys, 

against the tall sail poles. 

It's in a whirlwind of dried leaves, 

it’s the spattering of sheeting rain. 

It’s the crackle & pop of a fire, 

it’s in the dancing flame. 

There’s nothing more I like to listen to

than the sounds in wind’s domain. 

افتخار توسط آرش نیرومند

هزاران سال

میلیون ها نفر

میلیون ها عشق

میلیون ها آرزو

هزاران جنگ

هزاران طوفان

هزاران صلح

آمده اند و رفته اند و خواهند آمد.

در آغوش تو

در سایه تو

كه با شاخه هاي سرسبز و حاصلخيز خود پناه داديد

شما غذا می دادید، شادی، امید، زندگی و شادی می دادید

شما خاطرات ما را خلق کردید

شما با ریشه های بی شماری ریشه دوانده اید

تو هر زمان به من آرامش می دهی

همه جا

ای درخت قدرتمند،

ای وطن من.

The Ornamentor of Verse by Tom Mallender
The feeling catcher sits
busy unfurling their thought world
distilling with a poorly controlled ink drooler.
Thoughts clear between sound grabbers
become garbled as hand talons
chase them with a word chisel.
The ink drinker fills with self-grown spoils.
The faultless ring-land a poor scribe
making it difficult to gather the word harvest.
Ideas wither, spoil, becoming lost
in the thought world's murk.
What is gathered, trapped or found
is threshed inside the mind mill.
Life’s echoes extracted
from shafts sunk deep into self
Thought ores mined, smelted, refined.
Mind forgings worked into ink stains
locked and bound within a thought keeper.
The word smith busy with this sitting work.

Ripple by Naino Masindet

Don’t you wonder sometimes about the birds,
The postman,
Where our breath floats to
when it’s cold?

Don’t you wonder sometimes
about wondering?
Falling into a thought,
refracting the consequence.

The last dying leaf
of the old oak tree.

1. by Yaiza Freire-Bernat

The world is my oyster but my mind’s adrift.
I don’t know what to do in this world that we live in.

There is so much pain but hope too.
It’s like the world can’t make up its mind and I can’t too.

I know where I want to go, it looks like bliss
Where I have a blank canvas that I get to kiss.

A bit of red here, a bit of blue there
or a touch of green here
in this scape of eternal tints.

Sprawling paints as if they glow, that’s what I like,
to let the imagination flow in its chocolate delights.

Bit by bit one step towards humanity
One giant leap for mankind,
Mr Armstrong did it all or was it just his mind.

I guess we’ll never know, creativity is a myth
that it’s all subjective that even I find amiss.

So ciao my good friend, I will see you anon
in another brain dump or another life along.


Time to Wait by Mark Holder

Spent too much time in a bit of a state
I haven’t got time to wait

Back with a vengeance and ready to shine
I haven’t got time to wait

Long way to go, I’m just sixty one
But I haven’t got time to wait

So much to do in this magical world
So I haven’t got time to wait

So much to see that my mind’s in a whirl
I haven’t got time to wait

Full of excitement but I need to stay calm
I need to take time to wait

Must keep my focus and not go too fast
I think I’ll take time to wait

Day at a time, simple pleasures to find
61 nowhere near to too late