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free monthly competition - February 2018 
(16 entries)
If Cigarettes & Matches told stories
You light his insides the way a match lights a cigarette in the wind the closer you get to lighting it the faster it goes out and we all know what happens when you finally get that cigarette lit you think of him and before you know it the flame of the once lit cigarette goes out again.

You tried ignoring it the way you ignore the obnoxious sound coming from the car you don't have money to fix because who has money to fix a car when you spend all your money on matchbooks and cigarettes?

© Morgan MoShan 2018  United States

THE PLACE TO BE.
One day as the wind whirls,
I dream I will be a king.
As tides rise and fall,
In their midst I will stand.
Where lions loudest roar,
In their dens I will sit.
When venoms at fangs stand,
In those mouths I will touch.
I guarantee I will nurse leopards,
I promise I will nurse cheetahs.
For one day,in that only place....... that is worthy to be,
I truly believe, I will fly a fly
And on fleas my enemies will flee.
If strongest support provided,
If highest love given,
I dream I will be king.

© Rogers Mwesigwa Migadde 2018  Uganda

Stargazing
Wake up, sleepyhead, open your eyes, awake.
It's midnight, tarry not, hold your dreams,
Get up, come, we have to go there by any means.

Onto the door, away from here, near the lake.
We must hurry, they won't wait, for we have to stargaze.
Let's cross over the gate, jump over the hedge, through the maze.

Oh love, reached, have we not, to the boundary,
Which seperates the beauty from the world, do not tarry!
Hold out the blanket, sit beside and look above.
Millions of tiny diamonds, beautiful like you my love.
And behold, a wondrous falling star!

© Amelia Hadley 2018  India

PRAYER:
O God you are near,
In our dreams, in our religion
And in each daily task
O God you are with us.

My dear Father and Mother
In life you loved and you cared for us.
How sad it is that both of you are now gone.

But let a beautiful truth stand near
And be a blessing to others also-

"...though lovers be lost, love shall not
And death shall have no dominion".

© brendan bacon 2018  England

SAVE THE GIRL CHILD
Let's save our daughters from harassment.
From the evil longings of wolves in the street
who have them to their embittered enjoyment,
who not minding their pains, intensifies their heat.
.
Let's save our daughters from trafficking.
From the sexhawkers they're turned into,
how they're subjected to life so sickening,
that they yield because there's no option but to.
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Let's save our daughters from sexism.
From the half teaspoon they're drinking withal,
for long have they been restricted from the stream,
And for long have they been enthralled.
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Let's save our daughters from domestic violence.
From the hands that can't withold the blows,
whose coat could no longer hold back pretence,
who delights to see their eyes stream flow.
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Let's save our daughters for the future,
Let's save our daughters from this all,
Let's save our daughters from these tortures
Let's save our daughters lest they utterly fall.

© Ambassador Amakor 2018  Nigeria

Fate
Little, did they know
What lay across
Something exciting now
As they tumbled on marble floor-that had gloss.

Dream ended
Sleep broke
Age faded
Time stroke

Sounds still remain
Damages had been done
Fate has dampen
The two lives-that are none.

Once loggerheads
Now the closest ones
Much like novel leads
mystery solvers,loved eating scones.

From inside and out
(65 the percentage)
turned things about
They are much like a sage.

Lizard's tick;dashed them.
Fates reversed to bring mayhem
10 years have passed in a hurry.
Fates deserve a second chance as I make slurry

© Siddhart Bakshi 2018  India

Waterfall and Rainbow
Silent flow of water
it's still moving constantly
in the lake, in the sea
in the ocean

Rustling leaves
whistling air
swirling wind
deep dulcet
entangling the clouds
in the net

The beginning of flashlights
Prussian blue, brown orange, red yellow
in every next two seconds
clouds are thundering
again and again
black and white mixed
given the gray shades
still illuminating the acclivitous sky
chilling wind touched every inner soul
even hitting everything;
cliffs and rocks

One by one
drop by drop
become millions and more
caused splashing
it's sounding everywhere
drinking water
by every plant
by the sand
by the soil

Afterward, it has been stopped
few interval of time has gone
clouds are getting away
the sky is cleaning like clean shining pearl
chirping birds
moving here and there
in a great smooth flow
to the peak
they do not afraid
from the heights

Spectrum is beaming now
schillerization over the cascade
and reflecting in the ocean
in multi colors
giving a beautiful scene
unable to forget it
in my dreams

© Mehak Shaikh Mekkie 2018  Pakistan

A question without an answer
To find a ray of light, the little flies
Search around the glowing lamp!
Finding that bit of light, these creatures,
Give their lives to the lamp and die!

Men too seem similar to these creatures,
Searching everywhere for something or other;
But finding nothing they too retire;
From this world taking nothing with them!

Crying for mother, each life comes;
To this beautiful nature's hands.
Along with them comes their death too,
Having noticed by none, bothered by none.

© Vijay Lakshmy 2018  India

Trust Issues
You have done nothing wrong.
It takes a long time to for me to trust you.
It takes a long time for me to get to know you.
You don’t know my back story.
Let me tell you my back story.
I have been lied to a lot of time.
I have been missguided.
Miss trusted a lot of time.
I can’t pretend like all of those lies don't matter because they do.
Lie after lie after lie they just build up and up.
Until they eventually turn into angry.
Then I just EXPLODE.
I just stop trusting people, I stop believing every word they say.
Once I meet a new person I instantly don't trust them.
It is not them.
It's the way I have been treated in the past that changed my perspective on someone one each person I meet.
This is why it takes me a long time to trust you.
It is a thing called trust issues.

© Dani Deacon 2018  New Zealand

The birch in my street; the twig i knew
Embedded with flimsy Shaw,
It's the birch I saw, it dwelled in my street.

Growing chiefly on dry gravel soils.
Bearing twigs so slender and reddish brown,
Becoming dull chalky white with age.

Its winter buds, a smooch of fluff, so brown and
Red. Its leaves, triangular in shape,

Its fruits; shimmering to my throat,
Consisting of wing nutlets.

It is the birch in my street, it danced with the winds,
Sang with the Nightingales,

It owned a twig, so light and floppy, brassy and cheeky.

When the birch swayed with the winds,
It lumbered with sturdiness, refusing to sway.

It is the twig I knew. It pleaded the Toco toucans for liberty.

© ugonna owoh 2018  Nigeria

Blind Once , Whined Tons
Once I was blind
And was very unkind
For my behaviour was very cruel
As my world was not one but dual

One fine morning I woke up in bed
Only to find my eyes suffering tormented
So swollen and red
That it seemed purposely fermented

Then, I was finished
However , this seemed only from outside
From inside I was embellished
With a fear of great pride

Dad by day my vision improved
And my sorrow vanished
But still it wasn’t proved
That my illness was tarnished

Some say I was saved by God
Some others say, by a lord
But I knew it was no other
Than by my very own mother

But it all happened for a reason
Just like a disease in a particular season
It showed me what life meant to me
And also what I meant to life .

© Ayush Goyal 2018  India

Blind Once , Whined Tons
Once I was blind
And was very unkind
For my behaviour was very cruel
As my world was not one but dual

One fine morning I woke up in bed
Only to find my eyes suffering tormented
So swollen and red
That it seemed purposely fermented

Then, I was finished
However , this seemed only from outside
From inside I was embellished
With a fear of great pride

Dad by day my vision improved
And my sorrow vanished
But still it wasn’t proved
That my illness was tarnished

Some say I was saved by God
Some others say, by a lord
But I knew it was no other
Than by my very own mother

But it all happened for a reason
Just like a disease in a particular season
It showed me what life meant to me
And also what I meant to life .

© Ayush Goyal 2018  India

FRIENDSHIP
I travelled down a lonely road
Hoping to find a friend
One in whom I could confide
And time with me would spend
Although surrounded by people
Not one seemed to even care
For on that lonely road of life
No friend could I find there
Then I joined a friendship club
But their own friends they had
They seemed to meet in cliques
Which made me feel quite sad
Now I had a different thought
A new direction I would take
By becoming a friend to someone
I am sure a friendship I'd make
Visiting hospitals and nursing homes
I was made so welcome there
Many were longing for a friend
Now I find friends everywhere
By becoming interested in others
Not the interest in you they take
This is the way to show friendship
And many true friendships make

© Arasi Younis 2018  Italy

Memories of you
Sometimes I can recall your smile, your face,
the laughter lines and, even your frown,
Sometimes I can recall your voice, softly spoken,
and how only we could make each other laugh.

Sometimes I can recall so much of you, and yet,
memories become vague as time moves on,
I fear I am losing all of you, again,
Sometimes I long for the living you.

Yet, I know it cannot be.

Sometimes I recall that you are lost to me forever,
and with you the laughter.

© JULIE ACHILLES 2018  England

Moving On
Yesterday, our tongues made a knot,
hands puzzled to show our bodies pressed together.

Today, I speak Polish you only hear German
and like those countries we’re apart.
Our memory like pencil lead,
a short story the teller rubbed out.

But tomorrow, I’ll awake a blank page.

One without your name at the top.

© Charlotte Rose 2018  England

A Vagrant's Abode
Out of all the known ways,
of walking down memory lanes,
I chose to visit the host of my time
reliving the days sublime.

An escapade quite surprising
my mind went through,
much like when you witness your life
speaking from the past
but still flashing in front of you.

while walking again on the roads
what was my regular journey at one time,
the low hubbub of nostalgia
started wetting my eyes.

Those laughs and complaints
we garnered from the day's adventure
would turn the walks into a symposium ;
of speakers who never knew a stage that was better.
The babble was in past but it still thunders in my ears
and then I find, without much surprise,
my chirpy past standing there smiling at me
welcoming me to that world again;
which does not seem like past to me ,
still running like a background score
still a part of my milieu I believe.

and my past self looks happier than me-
like when one is at home ;
in the air of comfort and warmth
with a flavor of tranquility added to it.

And then I could hear
the midnight birthday celebrations;
smell of the burning candles;
and cleaning the aftermath of a cake war.

Then some tensed eyebrows in long nights ;
with books heavier than swords of war;
and then a classroom full of sleepy eyes;
labs with unneeded passionate arguments.

All of this still floats here,
This place still breathes that time,
this gala of nostalgia,
rolls down my cheeks
till a wistful smile i cannot prevent takes over;
and I smile on,
smile at how this small place meant the universe,
and the world that I found here is still as alive as ever
And no matter where I reach or what I explore
A part of my life still breathes here.
the sunset is the heartbeat,
And the rainbow sings the song;
that this saga still lives on.

© Nidhi Dubey 2018  India

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