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IS IT CLOUDY OR BLUE--updated

Submitted by Geremia on Wed, 2012-11-14 05:12

IS IT CLOUDY OR BLUE

You said you would love me
forever
That was true
“forever” was just a day
or tw0
for you.
You sighed
I was the only one
the one and only
never
would you make me cry
never
would I be lonely.
that was no lie
just half true
I was only one of few
but I do die every day
for you

Frank Sinatra - I Only Have Eyes for Yo

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Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2012-11-13 22:46

flash
muzzle
POC! POC! POC!

cabin attendants
will gather flight sickness
samples

the captain is calm
his handshake getting
on was like a warm dead
fish

My guts are twisting like
the rain A face against
the morning

How can tracers burn in all
this..A lightning flash
and I strain again

specialist Johann is happy
the loaders have pushed off
the latest crash
we should roll over it with miminal
loss of tires

In Syria ...An Octogram

Submitted by Rula on Tue, 2012-11-13 15:30

Recalling homes once stood in pride,
the hearts are drained.
for those had sheltered flesh that dried,
and re-arranged.
As evil hit and shattered all,
the hearts, the souls, the flesh and wall,
now left the memory splashed and stained
with hearts that drained.

Workshop: 
fixed verse – it's not a curse

OBSERVATIONS ON BECOMING AN AGING HUNTER (from this spring chicken's point of view)

Submitted by scribbler on Tue, 2012-11-13 13:40

When hunters turn a certain agey
they become a lot more cagey
not telling others the best places
the best wood or trails or traces

Thinking silence increases luck
in his quest for a big buck
whose death won't make it cease to grow
(he's lucky if he gets a doe)

The stuff he carries to his stand
forms a load that's almost grand
each item fills a different need
these old farts are a different breed

Remember London?

Submitted by BettyBuff on Tue, 2012-11-13 10:37

I love London
I love London
with you
by neon

It's where we
fell in love
not lust
but lust
enough to trust
in two

The falling-in
over delicate patisserie
gilded by snowy sucre
sliding off Fortnum & Mason platery
sticky fingers
fumbling

The kiss-
Oxford Street
tumbling masses
oblivious to
suave tweed
lapel livery
smelling
like a Dior poster boy

Logos

Submitted by Seren on Tue, 2012-11-13 08:24

I taste the air
around my lungs,
reaching for divinity

a lone sparrow
that carries
a sacred missive,
in a perfect language

words that spoken together
stir hearts as one,
bringing all
to a place of knowledge
immovable
but traveling fathoms,
only ever touching
on the profound
never

(too much too soon)

Augurs will pronounce
peace to multitudes,
as in the opened wings
of a dove,
the first scribe of truth
lets one feather fall

Greif

Submitted by mike carter on Tue, 2012-11-13 07:49

In grief we find strength through tears
And we build memories with our smiles
Each day shadows give way to light
And we remember and cherish laughter
So do not embrace sadness today
But rejoice for what has been
And as time passes so will pain
Leaving the essence of who we are

I Couldn't Help Myself, So I Helped You...

Submitted by Geezer on Tue, 2012-11-13 07:02

It was within his power
He’d trained for all of this
He had the means to stop it
but watched them die of evil’s kiss

There were no pleas of mercy
“Kill me, I won’t resist”
Shoot me with your gun
beat me with your fist”

The question nagged at him
Were they really wrong?
How could they be so sure
could he ever be that strong?

To stand and witness for a truth
he wasn’t sure he knew
After all, what they said;
just another’s point of view

Little Boy

Submitted by sueb on Tue, 2012-11-13 05:36

I saw this angelic little boy
eyes so blue, big head of blond curls,
which he'll probable bemoan in years to come,
gorgeous smile

Reflection

Submitted by Race_9togo on Tue, 2012-11-13 00:11

Look now, my love, look now,
As candlelight warms the mirror,
The beauty’s in the eyes, dark gulfs to draw unwary lust
To lips delicious with anticipation of another perfect kiss,
Fingers bright on your smooth darkness
Ringlets of your earthen hair
Tickling my nose
And heart

Watch now my love, watch now,
I’ll lift your heavy breasts
With cupping hands to show the curves
Of soft delight time cannot paint
With any familiarity, for wonder
At their warmth and fullness
Catch my breath each time I look

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