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Details | Free verse | |

These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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No Deposit, No Return


Your wishes can't regain,
A thrill so long ago. 
To once again reclaim 
A past you wouldn't know. 

You view a different dance, 
With unfamiliar tune 
You pine for lost romance, 
Yet treasure not the Moon.




Meter - Iambic Trimeter (Cataletic).
A-B, A-B Rhyme.
 
Gene Bourne.
06-11-14




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Copyright © Gene Bourne

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Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

Details | Free verse | |

The Sexy Part Of Me

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my dark and shaped eyebrow.

It isn’t my awesome smile

Or even my bedroom eyes

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my red and full lips.

It isn’t sexy musculine looks

Or the different color of my eyes.

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my soft, silken skin.

No, the sexiest part of my body

Is something that lies deep within.

The sexiest part of my body

Took most of my lifetime to see

Cause the sexiest part of my body

Is the part that just loves being me.

Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday

Details | Didactic | |

Seasonal

Fall descends as Summer leaves. 
Autumn cools a skewed romance. 
Here we find a heart that grieves, 
While the other lives to dance. 

Short the span of peak allure. 
Egos start to hum the blues. 
Mirrors follow and procure 
Any truth you wish to view. 

If the other shoe be age,
Let it drop, accept the dread.
Earplugs mute his music's rage,
Yours in stacks beneath the bed. 

Flattery can quickly blind 
When it's served in large amounts. 
Don't leave common sense behind,
With a dwindling bank account.


Trochaic Tetrameter.
Rhyme / AB-AB 
 

Gene Bourne. 
02-05-13.



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Copyright © Gene Bourne

Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

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Our Legacy

He is my fortress and my strength
His love he has proven at length
In times of sickness and in times of health
He has remained open not stealth.
In youth we loved passionately
With children we loved affectionately
In middle age we loved calmly
With age we love patiently.
Many decades we leave behind us
Yet a few decades remain ahead of us
We are free to say what is on our mind
Knowing we’ve survived the test of time.
When money we had little of 
When children were ill 
When we were hurt by family or friends – 
When one was ill, the other thrived
we held on
so neither was ever left behind.
This is the legacy we leave 
Not of a love that is divine
But of a love that has ridden the roller coaster ride
 And survived.

Copyright © Natala Orobello

Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Blank verse | |

Sixteen is a sweet age

this sweet sixteen self should not dare sail  away from the safe habour 
no matter how sweet-talking boys are or archaic parents sound
it has dumped dollies for ‘fun’ boys  and has privileges and rights
but one day it has to unlearn the habit of turning on lights for
romantic rather than economic reasons  when  other sixteens’ 
ballooning  bellies  heave in sight because of boys` menacing
lethal guns or when their bodies lose their natural radiance
because debauchery has ruthlessly ravaged them and turned 
their age absolutely upside-down 

with moderation and vision  and honesty l have to enjoy  life 
because time flies faster than a silhouetted butterfly 





18 December 2012

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda

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The Score

A very rich old man, still handsome in his way,
Was in New York’s most exclusive jewelry store,
Paying over nine thousand dollars for a gem-encrusted necklace.
‘Thank you so much, Mr. Didwell.  Will there be anything more?”

Beside the old man was an ethereal young beauty,
A body made for sin and a most angelic face.
Her sweet giggle was a lilting song of innocence.
Only such a necklace could match her natural grace.

“Oh Pookie, you’re just too, too sweet.”
She kissed his cheek. “You’re just so good to me.”
Then she purred, “And I want to be good to you.
Just you wait ‘til we get home…you’ll see.”

The old man winked at the salesman,
Knowing that he knew the “score.”
“Oh Sweet Thing, you’re already good to this old man.
You’re worth all I give and so much more.”

She danced on air as they left the store.
They crawled into his limo, and as it pulled away,
The old man turned to his young beauty and said,
“Sweet Thing, there’s something I must ask today.

If I lost everything, if I wasn’t rich any more,
Would you still love me as I love you?”
“Oh Pookie, you know I would;
And I would miss you too.”

Copyright © Robert Candler

Details | Free verse | |

Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
adrift
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me

Copyright © Gerry Mattia

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AUTUMN DAYS

Autumn days
Leaves are falling from the trees
Time's past so fast I can't believe
Been greatly blessed through all the years

Bodies age
Can't do what we used to do
Pain free days are all too few
Yet our grateful minds are still so clear

What an amazing journey we've had
Yes, an incredible life we've had
As husband and wife not one day bad
What an amazing journey we've had

Memories made
Our children blossomed in the Light
The Spring and Summer were so bright 
Happy sounds from family filled the ears

Love never fades
Though Winter's wind is in the air 
These autumn trees will soon be bare
Our hearts so full, reflective tears

What an amazing journey we've had
Yes, an incredible life we've had
Cherished every moment as mom and dad
What an amazing journey we've had

As husband and wife not one day bad
What an amazing journey we've had!

Copyright © Three Penguins

Details | Triolet | |

Rendezvous

We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters
Having written since nine and ten
We went to a fortune teller
Marriage was her main prediction
We married with complete conviction
We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty

Details | Romanticism | |

Baby Sitter

I watch her sleeping a helpless rose without me Like a man watching her sleeping wife Her life looking innocent and scary I then change diapers She hates diapers But she cries when you don't remove them And mourns as you remove them Just like her mother Then we play games together I act her age to win her love I prepare meals and feed her Like my bride on the wedding day With these forty years i am making soon Her twenty years makes me that Her baby sitter

Copyright © Rodgers Roger Carter

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Love's sunset

They walk towards the sunset
Still holding hands as in their youth
Fingers intertwined like a net
Their two lives bound together by truth

Their hair is grayed and thinning
Their eyes and ears do fade
Proof, gravity and time are winning
Yet their hearts would not trade

But a moment of their journey together
To taste again the joys of yore
Even through life’s storms and weather
Pray, to touch that hand once more

Copyright © David Brown

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Black Swan Love Song


     BLACK SWAN SINGING…LOVE

There is an itching in my heart
I cannot scratch---
A raging rash ravaging through
The depth of my soul
A burning fire in my spirit
I cannot control
A teasing urging of mind 
Challenging the body to match;

As nature would have it
The winter of age has its season
That last for a while
Teaching the wisdom of her reason
Why spring comes with a smile:

 Bringing vigor to the tree,
 Moisture to the nest;
 With her eau de vie---
 Renewing old interest---

So when you hear the black swan singing
Its cooing song,
Know that love is about to run like a river
Meandering on;

Oh what a wonderful spring thing:
Arrows of silver for the golden quiver!

Copyright © millard lowe

Details | Free verse | |

Sixty

My heart felt heavy when I saw your picture.
A beautiful pixie even still as we get older.
What should have been and what will never be.
And time to dream about you in eternity.

What is my name, I cannot speak.
Months go past and I feel so weak.
That's how I felt back when I was young,
Unable to make my stand or feel strong.

A beautiful woman turned sixty today.
I wish I was there to give her a hug.
And say to her maybe we might take a walk.

Copyright © Gregg Beaty