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The "Gift"

Submitted by Geremia on Thu, 2013-02-21 20:12

The “Gift”

I look to the quiet of a dream
or the peace and tranquility
that faith can bring.
I agonize from the knowing
of a sudden epiphany
and my thoughts carry me away
like violent waves crashing
on a virgin shore.

Matrixx

Submitted by club special on Thu, 2013-02-21 18:55

Shine on your moonlight matrix maze
The mist of morning-- sought then raised
Your cloak of twilight
Its hem has frayed
As sunset sings beneath
The waves

Come And Get Me

Submitted by brittle light on Thu, 2013-02-21 16:17

I like the slow quiet of a foggy night
and the wailing of a distant train
or the putt-a-putt of a single engine plane
loping across the sky

sounds that propel me into a fantaisie noir
not unlike an hypnotic chicken clucker at a cheap carny show

a gritty, tough, iron jawed
double-breasted shoulder holstered
man on the run

"you'll never take me alive" I snarl

the sound of my voice
snaps me back to my ordinary messes
...but, at least I'm still breathing

and wondering

The girl who married a tree

Submitted by Frenchf on Thu, 2013-02-21 08:15

I read it in a newspaper
Many years ago
A marriage ceremony with a massive oak

The girl looked happy as can be
She wasn't simple folk
But yet she did request
A marriage with a tree
Wanted to spend her life in simple harmony

With a leafy green oak because she loved it so
Strange I thought
But she had sought
and with it she did go

teenage transformation

Submitted by loved on Thu, 2013-02-21 04:19

galls all over -----angst....

in the world of transformation girl,
you dwell
this kind of story many do tell...

when moms and pops are at tangents drawn

kids do more than often feel forlorn ….

love them,
for even though growing up,
they don't at times act like grown up

so you are the thread
to bind them together

and

with your unfathomable love
they will live forever together,

this I can only hope to say,
because teenagers many,
have lead the life ,
you lead today

violette sanctuate

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2013-02-21 00:13

enrich gain suffer
the hot chill buffer
running down the steam bed
feilds
like gutter rain
rivers

taming hearts run wild
spent broken free
and running

your press on hearts
slipping free like the
heels of your shoes
fleeting past
the ochre ache
in the sigh past midnight

Press a palm against the
grainy smudged need
like a needles sting
gripped in your clean
smile

this still life
pocket compact
realm

Irrational Man

Submitted by brittle light on Wed, 2013-02-20 07:55

she's lickably luscious
delectably plump
laced in skimp and lotions

my senses and notions
in mental commotion
floundering, reckless
in churning emotion

then,
that 'come-hither' look
the hook
the crook

and so I took
a ravenous
bite

god, I hope she's not poisonous

the Dark Jzourahpaddee

Submitted by docmaverick on Wed, 2013-02-20 07:52

As the Day’s dust slowly settles
the Evening turns her back, on the Sun;
and you’ve yet to sing, the song Night’ll bring,
for the Day’s not really, quite done;

Somewhere, lurking in the shadows
with a watchful eye upon you,
lurks a demon ugly, the Dark Jzourahpaddee;
you’ll be his, before the Night is through !

There are no “tell-tale” clues, with these guys;
and you cannot “wish” them, away;
I’m afraid, my dear friend, to the “bitter end”,
it doesn't matter what you do, or say.

Infatuation

Submitted by jzarmel on Wed, 2013-02-20 02:17

First i feel an aura
That can calm any storm
Heal any pain for the
Rest of time then adorn
A smile i do, as her lips
Move to form the word hello
Her voice sensual, crisp
I was nervous but now mellowed
Still in aw by her glance
That sends me into a heaven
Only known through her dance
Her body's blessing
How she smells, is a mix of fruit
And flower, quite fragrant
Theraputic. Feeling stupid
That a dream is my infatuation

how dare you?

Submitted by sunscreen on Wed, 2013-02-20 02:13

How dare you compare me to him?
The one who ruined everything we had.
The manipulative selfish asshole.

After all I've forgiven
My heart you've stricken
You leave me smitten.

Selflessly I was there
my love I despair
Hatred I declare.

I'm still waiting here
Behind the setting sun
where we once stayed.

Close the door to the world
blind my existence
Leave me distraught and angry.

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