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Mum... You and I by Rula

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 Loving You by  hippiemoon

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This week the Neopoem is

 


Mosquitos Suck!
  By William Lynn

 

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This week the Neopoem is

Ways of loving by  Terumi Sakurai

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Where The Water Never Ends

large white gazing ball
hangs upon nothing
in the dark canopy above
billowing canvas

myraids of crystals
pierce black pillows
at the farthest point
where the water never ends

silver sprayed twinkling shine
staining the glassy sea

for Michael (4)

Thank you for leaving me enough room
to roam behind the splitting room of departure.

You wasted agony on me, but it was I who agonized
in a burning bed
the fire still between us
when your heart, paper thin with Osho,
too much red wine and calamari (and you said
goodbye to another
woman's daughter),
crushed your life into divinity and fragments
of my mourning veil
swooped down like a lusty
black angel, singing tenderly
the long feather of eternal night

SUBJECT MATTER

SUBJECT MATTER
You are a shadow now
simply subject of my art
lingering behind
some lines of poetry
but there are times
when suddenly
the ghost of you
stands in front of me
and my heart sinks
again

andalusian

Hesperides
the beauty light that shines
from muse eyes

faint gleam the garden dreamer
awaiting Erebus
waiting in that dusk
of eternity

Summer

Your smile is summer.

It's the time when the sky is its bluest

and the clouds are soft enough to nap in,

when the air

smells like fresh cut grass and barbecue.

When all you hear

is the ice cream truck and the neighbors’ sprinklers.

It’s the first bite

of an ice cream sandwich

during adult swim at the pool.

It’s the feeling you get

the moment you step into the air conditioned house

after playing in the hot sun.

Your smile is summer.

It’s sweet

and hopeful.

And perfect.

Hello Dawn

Hello Dawn
You are that dawn of life
most folks hanker to see,
you are that sunrise too,
we all that always knew...
I am the sunset of a distant horizon
and
you think I am as far as the Amazon,
but remember this from far
those who appreciate you,
it’s a bliss
the heavenly kiss...
the truth is this
but we all turn a blind eye
always at it
the truth...
if it were so for him too
his heart would let you know
but there is a mystery too,
sometimes even hearts don't know...

The Downfall

Your hands built me
And now they break me
Your words taught me
And now they taunt me
Your eyes held love
Now they've gone dark
Your arms held me
And now they push me back
Your heart loved me
And now there's nothing left

In The Dark

With the death of the day came the night
And all its singing
Its dancing bare branches
The dark reaching for us from all around;
The night birds called your name
And I knew you were real.

When the clouds left us behind
The sky opened up and poured out the stars
And it filled up the holes in our chests
Until I was afraid my heart would burst
And you thought this was a dream
It was all so surreal.

Pardonez-moi, darling

I want my lover to be the
way I eat his poetry,
like a delicacy, sweet to the bone
of his fingers,
salivating
and
taking me places
I've never been before
rendezvous-ing with untoward
lucid metaphor
naked in crisp white-ironed
summer-flowered sheets
of
possession and
unhinged imagination

Son of Weakness

Old timer, what debate do you pose on truth
The one I know freezes passion’s fire
Leaving behind demons that bathe in holy water

Old timer, quit selling those well told lies
Don’t talk about honesty, when yours was tainted
You speak of strength as if you were her child
We both know that you are the son of weakness

Rather than showing scars, you hide them well
In the comfort of walls you built, you cry another’s tears
Oh, old timer quit your war stories, they are of no use

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