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Night in Andalusia

I lounge lazily on my deck chair 
up high in the spacious loggia 
loafing the time away, patient, waiting..... 
The ocean flows into the small bay 
as the sun sets far away over the horizon. 
From below electric lights flash on  
one by one and guitars are strummed. 
The smell of paella wafts up  
towards my rumbling stomach, 
but I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting. 
The summer heat is scarcely relieved 
by the faint ocean breeze.  Salty sweat 
runs down my unshaven face,  
a welcome taste as my tongue licks 
the sides of my parched lips. 
The murmur of people reaches me. 
She has arrived and the guitars sing.
So does my heart as I behold my wife.
Slowly she pirouettes on her dainty toes, 
her skirt resembling a veronica, 
like a cape that baits the bull 
in a Spanish bloody arena. 
I cannot see her red red lips 
that taste like lavender in height of summer, 
I can just barely make out her silhouette, 
her sexual curves, her lithe footing, 
her inviting mien, her head held high, 
a proud senora dancing just for love. 
Soon the dance will end and I... 
why I just wait till she'll come to me, 
in the dark cover of the night. 
with a tequila and a night of love. 

15 August 2016

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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My Silence Speaks

I wish I could tell you
what you've done wrong
But there'd be no point
You'd explain it all away
and say, "Fight, Babe
Fight another day.
Battle scars come and go
This you should know
It's part of the game
fight another day."

I wish I could tell you
What you didn't do
That was wrong too
The hurt, it's just the same
I know, it's love's silly game
I'm done playing
You were terribly wrong
I can't be strong
I got no fight left
For another day

So, hey!
Wish I could tell you...
But, then again
My silence will let you know
I see it all
What you hide inside
Wounded pride
You lied
I cried
But if I tell you
All you'd do is deny

So...let my silence speak
Thought you're strong,
but you're weak
Fight another day...
Fight another day...

Fighting days are through
Yes, through for me and you
I have no words...no words left
So...I'll let my silence speak! 

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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PERCEPTION

   PERCEPTION

Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception
               
  :)
SKAT

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

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You and I and I and You

You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company? 

You, who are so sleek and slender, humming with a quiet intellect and a serenity about you, and I, so grossly overweight and pretentiously boastful and nervous; how can you abide my company?

You, who are a paragon of patience, so understanding and self-assured, and I, so insanely impulsive, so myopic and brimming with self-doubt; how do you stand my company?

You, who are so sweet, so considerably kind, so thoughtful and generous, and I, so bitter, so selfish, so self-absorbed; why do you choose my company?

You, who are so self-composed, full of self-control, so sound and stable, and I, so very neurotic, so completely compulsive and verily volatile; how can you tolerate my company?

You, who are so diligent, so driven and ambitious, so achieving, and I, so lackadaisically lazy, so uninspired, so complacent; why do you settle for my company?

You, who are ethical, so moral, so very virtuous, and I, so corrupt, so unprincipled, so wholly wicked; how can you endure my company?

You, who are so normal, so well-adjusted, so conventional, and I, so maniacal, so unbalanced and irrational; why do you condone my company?

You, who are bubbling with charm, who loves unconditionally and is absolutely accepting, and I, boiling with rage, fueled by misanthropy and incredibly intolerant; how can you welcome my company?

That you love and accept me for who and what I am, is a treasure beyond measure. I cherish your company, but why you cherish mine is something I cannot fathom. All I know is that I love you, my dear, beloved friend.

**This was written for two very dear friends: Karen and Tommy :)
***I also love palindromes ;)

*****FREE VERSE OLD AND NEW ENTRY

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

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Out of Control


I spin, faster and faster… losing control, I am a propeller rising. Once, you were my mystery to solve – my challenge, my highest vista to climb. You lifted me to your private skies. Spread out before me on red-winged flights, eradicated stars came back to life, painted iridescent by your own two hands. What could only be crayoned by inferior men. All aglow, the universe circled my head - round and round till the dizziness came, infatuation only to blame. I spin…slower, rhythmic, scraping. I am a pinwheel on softest breeze. memories come…memories go. With a crystal crown of constellations, you adorned my flowing hair – locks spun golden, locks I loosened for you. I became a glowing body for you to orbit, a fiery flood of sunlight traveling, Venus gifted in violet dusk, auroras of ribbon braided… I spin…slanting, lower, on tip-toes. I am a ballerina with an audience of one. I watched you watch me in light of all things. I wanted to be center of your universe… rings of Saturn encircled you and I. Mercury’s fire blazed through what was us. Blue-silver splattered moons orbited our sleep. I kissed the moon rock I named after you. I kissed you and only you until dawn slipped between the warmth of our linen sheets. I caught you in my arms time after time, clouds dappled with your eyes floated by… doting, they released scintillating showers upon a wilting flower. When it was time for you to catch me, you were gone…taking with you part of me. I fell hard…back to earth, stained crimson, star-struck. Forever is a long time to chase shooting stars through echoing space. I trusted you, trusted only you, trusted you with me. I rusted, no protection from your harsh elements. We all come back to reality of a spinning earth… we rise or fall, move or hide, heed the call or lie. We come to the self-sharpened point of swim or die. Time rushes by… I sat next to you, held your hand, feeling like my own miraculous sky, regaining my identity… while you read Hemingway, a man’s man you’d say. I spoke of the poem I wrote for you another day. “Yeah, yeah…Aha”, you whispered…my words dismissed, a foreign language never understood. Space and time altered our skies; below, your lies became our demise. Our footprints disappeared before my eyes. In my own miraculous sky, I have slowed my pace, aware of my mistakes, my fear, my grace. I embrace beauty, peace, tears I've cried, the ride… Dawn came early this new day, I drove away, weaved around a pothole, almost crashed. The gravel road rattled my faith. I started to spin again…disoriented, I faltered, but I never turned back. I wonder if I avoided my own catastrophe, saved face, or a little of both… I remember how I asked you about the meaning of love. You turned away, reading Williams that day, madness and genius you’d say, I planted my feet, met your eyes, then marched away. Head held high, you dimmed under a starlit sky. I searched myself and found the brightest star… it led me home. Now, I brush my fingers lightly across a constellation on high… Pegasus, I think. Only to realize, it’s reflection mottles in a rippling puddle below... beauty awakened by my grounded feet. Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 4/11/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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A Love Story

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, 
Belongs with an upper-middle class family. 
Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. 
She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. 
She is assimilating to the ideas of Shakespeare, 
Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron...
Fluently speaks English, loves cricket. 
Shoulders are shaken by expression.
She cries alone, laughs with everyone....

The girl is very good.

The boy is a post-modern educated son of a lower-middle class family.
He studies M.A in Bengali at Calcutta University.
He is assimilating to the routes of Vaishnab literature,
Ideas of Bharatchandra, Rabindranath Tagore, Nazrul, Jibanananda...
Writes poems, sings song, loves football.
He walks on the high-street and observes people.
He laughs alone, listens to everyone...

The boy is very good.


They are attracted by the opposite personality!
The  girl wants that her lover will be a modern man.
The boy thinks that his lover will become as the mind of his. 
 
They are changing silently
Losing individuality.

Time flows.
Love goes to another address... 

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014

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A S-I-M-P-L-E Yes or No


                       


Ink spills purposely on paper forming letters of certain alphabets to vowels and consonants. Though speechless, one puts forth effort to enunciate and pronounce aloud the syllables carefully to articulate loves interest. Do you want to be my one and only Love Interest?
Pace INK-U-SCRIPT 03-07-13

Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2013

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My Heart's Eviction Notice

I’m giving you two weeks’ notice
And then I’m evicting you
From my heart
You haven’t been paying your dues…
Lingering caresses
Entwining embraces 
Passion laden kisses
And loving whispers
Are overdue
LONG overdue

What’s worse…
You’ve been trashing the premises
With your careless words
dirty excuses
filthy put-downs...
Your childish tantrums
And misplaced anger
Have littered my heart

You have been bringing in
Uninvited guests 
To share the night
Thinking I was unaware
Of the trysts
But this place is meant for you
YOU
Alone

There has been too much
Way too much
Wear and tear
And so I declare
You are being evicted
Pack up your things
And find another
Heart
to live in!

I need some time
To set things right
To make repairs...

The love paint needs to dry
The dream frames need to be hung
The soiled sheets need to be purified
I need to sew new curtains of hope
And wash away the grime from the
windows of my heart
Before I can even consider
Taking in a new resident.

Two weeks…..
Just enough time
For you to pay for damages
And then to leave
Peacefully...
Before I have you thrown out
of this heart of mine!

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012

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MUSK OF HIS FLAME


Somewhere along waxed moonglow, he is there like an aftertaste on my lips; through warm fingertips he burns as silence closes my eyelids, and even the pang that he leaves becomes a flame in itself. And what is compelling about the musk of this star is how his gaze can climb into my universe fondling hidden caves when he heaves soft love; raw as touches unbuttoning my cellar, he saves me. A hundred whispers cover me from the mounds of a moon that burn like oil in me; and I am gone, so calm into the beams of his arms. Till the falling of evening, when again he strokes his laughter on my hair to drift there on my trails like a winding branch dressing my skin with songs of flowers waking our glazed vows, he saves me. Rachel Firmin's Hotsy Totsy Contest 2/22/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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'72'

                                                      ' 72 '

                                 
                                         Played our song today
                                         'The Lofty Skies'.
                                         Never meant to bring back '72'
                                         All the feelings, I had for you.
                                         Only a circle of black vinyl
                                         Where the needle used to jump
                                         Over coffee stains and cigarettes.
                                         In your room full of posters
                                         'Tumbling Stars', down on us.

                                         The warmth from your pink dress
                                         Melted us to the single bed.
                                         When your brothers, had gone
                                         And mum was busy ironing.
                                         Before coffee, and the news curfew
                                         Then my last bus home.
                                         That was '72'.

                                         Saw you shopping today
                                         With your little girls
                                         Looking just like their mother.
                                         Sadly, I never spoke
                                         But then, you never saw me.
                                         Bringing back '72'
                                         All the feelings, I had for you.
                                         Played our song today!.    

Copyright © William Gray | Year Posted 2015

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Ecstasy and You and Me

in this place now here in the safety of this languid afternoon I close my eyes and listen to her voice her sigh with your hand on my thigh knowing as I do that there is no pretense or disguise no need to hide I am who I am She assures me It's fine Awash in need I let my body plead I care to dare every hindrance to disappear because I deserve to let the woman in me be free to feel Ecstasy makes her appeal: "Make it REAL" roles reversed in revelry the pleaser now yearning to be pleased the giver becomes the receiver and all is as it's meant to be for you and me I let my thoughts fly no earth and no sky nothing matters forgotten the where and why no need to be shy nothing except this build up sensations born of feelings this surging urge for sensual supremacy to be to arrive knowing it will come knowing the world will stop as it has before wanting it again, once more pausing at the pinnacle of passion's pride all things having been played right as it should be release of pain of hurt of everything... everything but Ecstasy who prolongs her stay I don't chase her away I hold on let her play have her way in the wake of her spray I lay Sated sigh on my high I cry eyes closed slowly slowly... She loosens my hold and with kisses on my face she starts to recede back into the realm of fantasy freed echoes of "I love you" coming through the haze starts to lift and I drift...I drift fingers in my hair kisses everywhere Ecstasy exhausted my eyes flutter open to see my life back in focus it resides there in your eyes my destiny Let it be Oh, let it be Always... Ecstasy and you and me Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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Joining the Pieces

Sometimes we sit alone,
quiet, trying to figure
out who carried a piece
of us with them, as we try
to put ourselves together again...


Date: 25/02/2016

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

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To Jude, with love

It's been a hard day's night, my love.

Tonight, I want to hold your hand and draw you close to me.

Love, love me do, for though tired, I feel fine.

And here's a rose, from me to you, dear one.

At times I've doubted your love, but John keeps

telling me,  "She loves you man, it's evident in the way

she looks at you."  Yet, like some delusional day tripper, I 

sometimes feel as though I should just let it be and 

go my own way.  Oh, I've tried to woo you with gifts to express my love.

In the end, I've learned a simple truth - I can't buy me love.

No, I could work eight days a week and still never give to 

you what you truly deserve; the best of everything!

There have been times when I've felt I should quit this mundane

job, maybe become a paperback writer.  But then, no, or 

perhaps make a living by the sea, sailing to the ocean depths in a

yellow submarine.  Yet, how could I abandon my love?

I've always believed that we can work it out.  I've also learned 

that all you need is love.  It's all that any of us really, truly 

need in this life.  And whenever I've been tempted to leave,

pursue my own selfish goals and desires, a voice in my head says,

"Turn around, get back, get back to where you once belonged."


Oh dearest one, my Lady Madonna, my sweet diva, it seems like

only yesterday that we walked down the aisle together - man and wife!

We bought our first little house on a street called Penny lane,

do you remember?  So many years ago, yet still as fresh in my mind as 

this morning's news.  Still, something keeps nagging at me.  I can't 

explain it.  Like a character out of a Beatles song -  yes, like 

Eleanor Rigby, I feel a yearning, a loneliness.  Perhaps one

day my thoughts and feelings will all come together, and I'll feel,

finally, whole again.


During the morning commute after I bought my ticket to ride

a funny thing happened.  I said hello to a gentleman 

and he said: "Goodbye."  I said: "Excuse me sir, I said hello."

Again, he said: "Goodbye."  So there we were, back and forth with

hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye.  All the while in the background

the song that was playing was "The ballad of John and Yoko."  

Talk about a surreal experience!


But I digress, my love.  I think that, when all is said and done,

all relationships just need a little help every now and then. 

Hey Jude, my bride, the former Judith Woodcraft, but for now 

and evermore my Jude, please know this; I will love you 

both now and until the end of time.  And though our journey

through life is likely to be a long and winding road, I want to

walk it with you.  Please accept this rose as a token of my love, 

from here and into all eternity! 


Your husband

Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016

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Accepting

You are the smell before rain 
You are the blood in my veins 
I need to get you out of my system,
bleed it out by the blade

You are an incurable disease 
You are the cancer consuming me 
I need to get you out of my head,
but I can only lie on my death bed 

You are the ghost of my reminiscing
You are the piece that is missing 
I need to come to terms inside 
Perhaps we'll cross paths in the next life

Copyright © Ranice Roo | Year Posted 2014

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No Limits No Boundaries

                            My love for you has no    
                            limits or boundaries. It 
                            grows more and more
                            each day.
     
                            At first glance I didn't
                            notice how beautiful 
                           you were. You have a
                            subtle beauty that took
                            my breath away. 

                            I'm not that saying that 
                            it was love at first sight.
                            All I know is that day my
                            heart became alive. 
                            

                            It began to beat in a way 
                            that was foreign to me. It 
                            desired and craved love
                            for the very first time. 


                            Baby you made me believe
                            in love. And for that I'm forever 
                            grateful. 

                            I came from a life bound by  
                            hate. I had  no time for love 
                            or a relationship.

                            Once I realized how madly
                            and deeply in love I was. 
                            My heart was in pursuit of
                            your heart.I wanted our hearts 
                            to become one.

                            I thank God for you. Because I 
                            know he is the reason that I love
                            you so.I also believe in God be-
                            cause of you.

                            Every time you got the chance, 
                            you witnessed to me. You told 
                            me about God and how he
                            changed your life.

                            But what spoke to me the most
                            was the way you lived your life.


                            This is why I after you finish 
                            reading this sentence. I'm right
                            outside your door on bended 
                            knee.

                            As the door suddenly swings
                            open." Will you be my life 
                            partner by becoming my wife?" 

                            

                        
                           
               
              

                         
                    



09-20-16
                                

Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016

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No Other

and so you dust the book that's me
right off the shelf called LOVERS
You have found the others not to 
be as enthrallingly intense

caressing the gilded pages,
you take a moment to admire me
through the layer of dust

with eager fingers you try to pry my cover
I will not let you open me again
those lines of love and rhymes of passion
encrypted with your name 
will no longer be available to be read
consider this book, archaic

Put me back on the shelf
for I'd rather gather dust
then be poured over 
by your careless fingers...
fingers that have traced other lines
eyes that have viewed other plots than mine

Leave me alone
for my mysteries were beyond your understanding
a book not for the novice in love
but for the mature
the secure

read the other volumes
more slender than mine
less complicated
more frivolous
entertaining
devoid of depth of meaning
devoid  of passionate climaxes
and intricate subplots

Come back to me
when you hold me as a sacred volume
of love and life
the only sacred writ to fit your needs

then I will open my covers
and let you devour
the secrets of my essence
the mysteries of your universe

you will need no other book
to live by
to learn by
to love by
except this unabridged volume 
of poetry
that is
me.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

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Trophy Wife

I watch your riveting sonatas
Layer decadent truffles
Upon his pupils

Leaking wanton tears

Grasping for serenity
To have epilogue’s slow dance

You latch onto love’s empty façade.

No return flights to your destination.

Where are YOUR wings, angel?

An embedded hunger for him 
To treat you like a priceless prayer

But, his knees are too decrepit to kneel in your temple.

Yet, you stay…
…stay

Your freedom becomes latched
Onto tortured leeches

Sucking
You
Dry

It’s the closest you ever
Come
To his flesh

You stare out towards melancholic branches
Cracking in unison outside your bedroom window
Under Gemini moon

A gripping slide of your fingertips
Against convex glass
Craving for encore
Of that night emptiness filled your lungs with lustful whisper

But, now,
Pandora’s Box is your only translator
Held by the skeletons in his closet

With your name written against necklace’s recycled parchment
As the one they blame
For being a silver medal

When will it be your time to shine?

©Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013

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I See You

I see you
Do you see me peeking at you
From behind the rose bush?
Look at your lovely hair - a tousled mess
Those eyes, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight

I pull on your apron strings
Perchance a small smile
Oh no! Not a frown from you


I see you
Did you know that I was watching you
When you were busy making chocolate cake?
Just look at your sweet face
Flour on your nose and cheek

I squeeze your arm tightly
Mayhaps I get the spoon
Thank you for keeping me close


I see you
You don't know that I am looking at you
Wrapped up in your blanket
So cozy and warm - a quiet nod
A peaceful time for you

Can hardly wait for you to waken
I'll find a hiding place
So I can watch again

Copyright © Neva Romaine | Year Posted 2015

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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He's A Carpenter

Surrounded by various profession
Business, medicine, soldiership and education
It's heaven-sent and planned  for Him to labour
To work manually with strength and effort
True hardships; entails a great man of honor

He picked up woods and tools to craft
From small drawers and tables to houses that will last
An impression of humility and expression of equality
Though He is reverence; a Saviour from heaven

Joseph was the adoptive father
Where His skill of carpentry originated
He worked night and day; perspired with pain
He asked of no demand and with no complain

The name is Jesus born in Betlehem
The only begotten son of our Father in heaven
He could have worked in another occupation
But chose to make a living from down-below

Carpenters make
Carpenters create
They take the common and make it something to consider
Equipped with right materials they bind things altogether
The reason-being, for us to know He's a builder

Don't you know that we're under construction?
Whenever our hearts broken and the world is all we know
When we pray and call, Jesus is at work
To fix us and forgive; improving mind and soul

No work is greater if hardwork is shared
Truly, Jesus had proven that a carpenter's noble
To help us build our dreams and make the world stronger
"In Him, all things hold together"'.

Copyright © Arden Gopela | Year Posted 2013

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A Woman's Thoughts

I want to be worth not loosing

The friend you won't let down

The one person you won't lie to, no matter how bad the truth may hurt

I want you to know you hold more, than my heart

You hold my future, my dreams, my tears and my smiles

I want you to know a look is all it takes to be enough

I get scared when I feel insecure, don't get mad, hold me

Trusting you is more important than diamonds and gold

I want to be worth not taking those daring chances

I offer you these things in return without the asking

Only then will I give my full heart in return

©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013

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Hungry for You

A confession
bursts from your full lips
Almost against your will:
“I’m hungry ….
I'm hungry for you.”

I speak in seductive smile soliloquy.
My cherry glossed lips pa rt,
gushing out this succulent response:
“Come, my hungry boy.
Come and eat.

From appetizer to desert
Gluttony’s Creed is freed in me
Take time to t~a~s~t~e
From chocolate tips to cherry smear,
your taste palette I’ll tease
with full bodied, full course meal

Thirsty in--be--tween--needs
~~~~I’ll drench quench~~~~
from my blessed abundant flow
take it nice and slow as you go

Come, come and indulge
another dish to relish
My love menu
creations just for you
Just the right spice
Of naughty and nice
Satiation Celebration awaits
But now...
Eat..... s, l, oOoOoOo w, l, y

Don’t waste in haste…
These moments so ^u*n^ chaste

There you go, baby boy
satisfaction exhalation
Now, come  
Let me clean~~you~~up
Time to sleep
Here is my chest
plush pillow rest
I’m here
Sleep...sleep
Hunger will not haunt your dreams

Ah...
Contented sigh
Closed eyes
and here am I
Watching over you as you sleep
Insatiable the hunger for you
In my *eye*

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.

Copyright © Kiran Bantawa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

OUR FIGHT



Clouds of doubt hovered 
Over our heads 
They multiplied and grew to 
Mistrust 
That brewed to a storm of anger which 
Unleashed its rage in
Thunder of words and 
Lightning of gestures           


In a while
The exhausted tempest subsided 
Clouds dissipated 
The sun of trust hesitantly appeared
It grew stronger and brighter, 
Reason prevailed,
Feelings warmed up,
Harts palpitated, 
Arms opened wide
And
We threw ourselves into
Each others embrace 
Finding thus shelter in 
Our love

Hence

Fearing the coming of a  
New storm, NO MORE!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  08 OCTOBER 2014
  
 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

'Art of Pretence'


If I say I love you today It doesn't mean I will love you A little less If you falter tomorrow Don't hide behind the truth you think I can handle Trust me enough to know I can handle your worst Even if I can't; Give me the chance to decide for myself I might find a way to work through it Instead of you being the primary decision maker When we started this voyage There were no guarantees No signs that indicated Smooth sailing Every moment in our lives Are painted with curves The crooked lines can make you stronger Or it can show you what to work on Just don't pretend everything is perfect One day the art of pretence Will fight with reality And that battle might in the end Break everything you tried to keep together
©135714052015

Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Hello, January, We Need To Talk

I've been waiting up late for you,
watching the clock like a featured film.
Suspense waits no longer.
Here you arrive at 12 am
with a firework's bang.
At this hour,
this is your greeting?
Hello, January,
we need to talk....
I haven't seen you in months,
and you come barging in.
You come on so strong,
but sometimes you can be so cold.
You let me down last time you were here,
like torrents of hail and snowy hills.
(sigh)
Snow can be fun, though,
and you did warm me up
with hot cocoa and a blanket.
Thanks for your reviving comforts.
What I'm trying to say is
that I've missed you,
and I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive
my past as well.
I'm sorry about my negative attitude
and my disorganization.
We should go on walks more
and eat healthy meals together.
I promise I'll be kinder,
and I'll try to appreciate
all the good you offer me.
Can we now start anew?

Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Lately I've Been Feeling Like:

A piano being played
A donkey chasing carrots
A suitor turned suitless
A wise man turned fool

I think you cannot decide
I think you refuse to decide
I think I thought I knew
I think I think too much

About only you
About only will you
About only won’t you
About only maybe

So weary of maybe
So weary of won’t you
So weary of will you
So weary of about you

Life is short
Life is fragile
Life is precious
Life goes on…

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

no competition

Girl I know letting people in can be difficult
But can I kiss all of your scars? even the ones that are invisible
You don’t have to tell me the story or how they got there
I already know life is hard and it’s not fair

I know there are some things you don’t want to put out in the open
But I don’t want you to hide, I love that you’re perfectly broken
One thing I’ve learned, is if you like someone go for it
Even if it goes wrong at least you have memories to show for it

Both been in love before and were both hurt from it
But I think about what we could have
And it’s worth the risk
Got to do it while you can, don’t want to look back saying I should have

You’re beautifully damaged, and I love the way your scars look
But I’m the same I know why you have your guard up
You don’t have to lower it, we can just chill and watch movies
As long as you respect me then you will not lose me

Yes I have a few girls after me but I have no interest
You’re the one I want, you’re who I want to impress
They can fancy me and want me all they like
But you’re the one I want by my side

Give me a chance we can take it slow
Both of us giving it 100% is the only way to make us grow
Even when I close my eyes you’re still in my vision
Even though a few girls want me, you’re all I want, you have no competition 

Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Sunken Treasures

He speaks of sunken treasure
Draws maps to fortunes you may find
He writes it boldly as to where it may lie
Taking pleasures in his masculine pride
A gentleman cultivated in artistry
Loving lavishly he knowingly struts
Boosting his flirtatious ego
His moves, planned, calculated
To arise primal pumping blood
Eyes that manipulate and conspire
Until your dreams become endless desire
He breathes a burning fire
Embers embedded within
Unsuspected  your caught within his grasp
Words uttered to ensnare
He persuades you in a game of trust
Leads you into passion and lust
Making you believe in sunken treasures

01/09/15

thanks to PD for the inspiration to write this poem.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2015