Xochiti

Will you please extend, the hand of grace, rather than pretend, ways of learning to give, by careful trades, instead make a timeshift, blow life into friends, where fire makes gains, forge different trends. act in ways to live, keep a neighbourly mein, it's all within our gift, many flames shall send, sparks to greater days, we are more than defence, sheltered by such lifts, you can buck the trend, let loose our grip, love beats the ends.

Wanda

With your cheery wave ta ra, don't make me shiver, nail me to this bar, a lonely beach in my head, your stories all delivered, bottles, tar, tidal wood, when you leave it's rotten, your love of ports and rivers, hail your tattered spar, puckered string of letters, follow voyages quivered, leave a reminder unsaid, forget me when i'm sodden, all your tales remembered, dreams you trod upon, will you recall my dread, say love is your ember, Santa Fe, Kobe, coffins of lead, somewhere you'll go under.

Ully

Do you walk unknown, beneath cool evening trees, as if no one ever knows, remembering those photos, of all your family, gone away now wind blown, from dusty fields unsown, dancing in the breeze, shadows from places cold, down our street and town, that one's of your niece, Mother wears a black shawl, looked after time shorn, Sunday suits pressed clean, houses paid money down, faces at the camera reposed, a gathering at ease, their truth in best clothes, all that history.

Valentina

Ok Beastie watch me dance, do you know about lovers, when you think of finance, will you have peace, with your great troubles, cracked features unease, your broad brimmed hat, sits next to the covers, alongside dark glasses, you slice barbecue meat, with an untidy bother, hurl charred insults at me, don't care about that, waiters run for shelter, used to seeing you mad, prance my little Chief, sweat I'll make you suffer, carry your great history, let you love your mother.

Thomasina

Your mother said, a drop of blood, does not bring death, for sun, moon, the earth, will only bring truth, closer to your birth, neither in your stealth, nor for your good, can it mark the end, all the ones who've blessed, persuaded you to soothe, put them together first, if that makes sense, yellow sands and tidal floods, lets you love the best, your house forever bursts, patched and creaked by wood, it slakes all your thirsts, before the falling dusk.

Thomasina

Your mother said, a drop of blood, does not bring death, for sun, moon, the earth, will only bring you truth, closer to your birth, neither in your stealth, nor for your good, can it mark the end, all the ones who've blessed, persuaded you to soothe, put them together first, if that makes sense, yellow sands and tidal floods, make you love the best, your house forever bursts, patched and creaked by wood, it slakes all your thirsts, before the falling dusk.

Sandy

Alone at the bus station, you ask for a smoke, like an injured patient, in a green coat alone, someone who goes for broke, the prodigal girl forlorn, who sweeps aside elation, like convicts fix roads, in a desire for medication, wooden benches lie spoken, its the way you joke, drinking with sad blokes, no red letters of fragrance, lost in a lipstick brawl, when bottles are partaken, dark glasses won't atone, neither will telephones home, your heart's not of stone, tossed pennies fall.