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Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play

Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment  I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.  Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.  I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open.  I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew.  I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,  my lungs were grasping for air  for some oxygen  some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking,  it was like moving through mud,  like a slow motion scene in a movie.  But this wasn't a movie.  This was my life and I could feel it slipping away  from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine.  I had heard those noises a hundred times before,  they were the sounds of an Angel  but this was no heaven  this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air  amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.  It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier  but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment.  Why hadn't I just turned back?  I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,  covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her  I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed.  Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster  would control my actions from here on in.  I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge.  I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.   This hacked away at my spirit,  tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think.  I think I said,  I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face  she didn't need to speak,  but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours,  it was minutes.  It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;  there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.  Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played  in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps  until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength  to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone  I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go,  I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster 

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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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

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Whispers of Your Soul

I wanted to hear your whisper
Yet I could only hear you shout
Your soul filled with all it's turmoil
Filled my own heart with so much doubt

By holding tightly to our pain
Silence became extremely loud
The softer notes within reason
Couldn't be heard above our proud

Were we lovers of the darkness 
Cutting through silence with our knives
Shredding perceived insecurities
In hopes of saving our own lives

Some dances were not meant to be
I heard the anguish in your voice
You took a walk, didn't look back
Loving another was your choice

Then I heard a different whisper
Bubble up, from inside of me
Lessons learned, from a broken heart
Meant freedom from insanity

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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I'm Not Your Puppet

I’m Not Your Puppet
Don’t you ever forget That I’m not your puppet! I’m not a toy on a string that you can manipulate, So you can walk right back through that gate. You thought you could simply bark out commands, And I would just yield to your demands. But I’m so over you and I hope you can see That I’ve broken those chains and I’m now free. Mr. Manipulator, don’t try to mess with my mind, ‘Cause it has a will of its own as I’m sure you’ll soon find. Don’t even try to figure me out, I’m my own person, that’s what this is all about!
You took my love for granted, And got everything you ever wanted. Well, marionette maker, let me tell you what's true, No more dancing to your tune as I've had enough of you! Trust me I’m not even bitter, But it’s all over and you can go cry me a river. You really did me wrong thinking you could string me along; But nothing lasts forever and I've grown super strong. I’m not your puppet, and as I’ve told you before, My name is not Pinocchio, so see yourself to the door. You'd better understand that I'm my own woman, And I will not be controlled by any man!
Inspired by the R&B song, “I’m Your Puppet,” released in December 1966 by James and Bobby Purify, singing duo.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

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The Color Of Her Eyes

i guess i shouldn't let the color of her eyes wake me in the night but i miss her.  her voice sings to me in the shower i should listen to the rushing water  but i miss her. when i laugh i hear her laugh with me, i shouldn’t but i miss her. i know now love isn't enough.  you can love each other with every centimeter of your make up  but realities will sometimes trump that passion you fight for it, years if you have to you just dance in the soiled water of the flood but sometimes, well like i said, love isn't enough. this isn't a sad story, a feel sorry for me discourse, the moments were real they still live with me she is a part of me us is still in me. i still smile when i think of her, i guess i always will.  but sometimes, in the capture of a moon lit night i also cry.

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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Unrequited Love

The love I felt exists no more
I can’t believe we’re no more
Darling how can this even be
Don’t you even care and see

I sleep at night in such hopeless torment
My soul inside crying tears of sad lament
I once felt at the very pinnacle of my life
Now I hang my head only in fear and strife

The feeling, passion, and warmth are now all gone
We had such fun in love and life, now that’s gone
My hopes and emotions are awash in this strife
My desires and dreams are gone now in my life 

I gave you all my love Darling straight from my heart
And you returned nothing Darling from the very start
My soul now cries so sadly in a most horrible hellish fire
Knowing my love remains unrequited and my soul on fire

The love I felt exists no more
I can’t believe we’re no more
Darling how can this even be
Don’t you even care and see

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
November 1, 2014 (Rhymed Lyric)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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Never thought it would be easy
After all these years
You’d leave me all alone
To face my lonely fears

Promised me the earth
When I became your bride
Said we were forever
Always side by side

I’m sitting here without you
You were my guiding light
Now you’ve turned your back on me
So I’ve given up without a fight

In time I’ll move on
Now you’ve let me go
One day I may find love again
When my broken heart gets strong

Would I take you back
If you came begging on bended knee
Guess I’m not so sure
I’m getting used to being free

Penned after listening to 3 doors down 'Here without you'
Contest I love rock and roll
Sponsor Kelly Deschler
11~13~ 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Tanka 1 about Smudged Roses

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Inspired by Chris'tanka contest ~Now, for the contest :)

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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Beautiful Pain

Shes The prettiest picture…In The Ugliest Frame. 
We Turned A Beautiful Love Into A Beautiful Pain 
And There Was Never Another ..She was My Sun And My Moon. 
Soon As I Told Her I Loved Her…(She Said)…”Baby Now Your Doomed” 
There was A Time That I loved You…Thinking You Love Me The Same. 
Transformed A Beautiful Love Into A Beautiful Pain. 
And Now My Heart Is So Heavy You Couldn't Lift It With Crane. 
You Were The Sun In My Sky But Know Im Praying For Rain. 
To You Forever Meant Never…To Me True Meaning Remained. 
Our Love No Longer Distinguished cause You extinguished our Flame. 
I Vowed To Never Give Up..Cause I was Hoping You’d Change. 
How Do You Capture A Heart That Doesn't Want To Be Claimed. 
She’s The Prettiest Picture In Hideous Frame 
Know Your Intentions Insidious But still I love you the same. 
My Heart was clearly departed hoping your memory fades. 
Even Made cupid feel stupid and start to question his aim. 
I promise never again and there  is no need to explain. 
Face It…No Body wins when treat love like a game. 
And there was never another She was the stars and my Moon.

Copyright © Micah Watkins

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A Drop of Relief

Tear ooze in drops carries scads gliding down contours at the edge it drips with a plop ease the mind of the woes, a sigh elude unawares © Nadiya (10 March 2015) * Chosen Poem of the Day on 12 March 2015 * Placed 2nd in the contest 'Fibonacci' by Rob Carmack on 14 March 2015

Copyright © poesy relish

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Who Knew Your Forever Was

Who Knew Your Forever Was

Who knew your forever was eleven months and a day
me trying to keep you , buckets of love in each play
Girl, your sexy body was the drug I desperately needed
yet you went to ice cold as my hurting heart pleaded!

Who knew my faithful love, sadly was never enough
you would hit me with heartbreak and say tough
Girl, your body set my heart burning in a blaze
now your leaving sent this man into a drunken haze!

Who knew your paradise was to be a future dark Hell
deeper the false ride you gave the farther I fell
Girl, I thought to love and your life truly save
now you cast me into this dark and lonely grave!

I am just too far gone to now be rightly thinking
I sit here my mind rotting , heart rapidly sinking
Girl, your leaving rips me apart, sets me to drinking
I sit here in darkness, my broken soul all bleeding!

Robert Lindley
August 17th 1977

note: I wrote this over three decades ago, while drunk, 
 on a Saturday night. 
Beaten down by a woman that broke my soul . That cut
my heart out and ate it with relish. I tried to get
her to see her folly but no dice. Life is like that.
People run their own path picking up pleasure and 
then casting it away. Youth must suffer from its lack
of experience...

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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I waited

I thought "give me some time" was just a line so I waited. In the shadows, the secrets of our lives created. I waited. The pendulum rocked and hours painfully passed by. I held back the tears I so desperately wanted to cry. I waited. Looking at the memories, swimming in waves of remember when. I thought of you constantly, more than just now and then. I waited. You listened to my tears, my life stuck together with superglue, Starting to separate and all I could think about was me and you. I waited. Struggling through the vines of my thorny web of emotion. Tap dancing on the high hopes I would see you again. I waited. But the wait is over, you found someone new. I'm hurt, and I just don't know what to do. I should have told you how much I loved you. I waited. I waited for a sign my heart would heal. This hurts so bad, I don't want to feel. Is never again words really this real? I waited. Our moment has past. I raced again time. I came in last. February 11, 2015

Copyright © Casarah Nance

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My life seems to work anti-clockwise
With every tick I seem to get less wise
By the minute counter-clock-wise
As I split-seconds closer to my demise
Look deep in to these eyes
There is no I to make this a life
So let me die

And here I lie
Clip off these wings you gave me to fly
I have no reason to visit the skies
I'm now too cold to be your sun
Still here I lie
I just hate it when you smile
It seems to kill all that poetry in your cry
Now say goodbye so you can drown your pillows with tasteful life
Because here and there I lied
Auctioned pieces of your heart for pounds of flesh I lost taste for after a couple of bites
I was greedy and they were needy- that defined exploitation
See now I believe it would take more than one crucifixion to cleanse my sins
So don't forgive me
I now belong to the Darkness
And your love is not welcome here

Copyright © Moeka Molise

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Sometimes I forget his name

I forget his name
there are cavities 
in love too

dark gaps 
in the cracking heart
where aching
doubt and memories 

© Gry W Christensen

Copyright © Gry Christensen

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A Broken Heart

A Broken Heart

I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow,
My love’s full of such anguish and fear;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.

My heart seeks such a palliative yarrow,
My thoughts are shattered, no longer clear;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.

My desire’s gone, a victim of a much harrow,
My emotions are awry and bring no cheer;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.

Your anger strikes my heart like a poison arrow,
Your evil intent revealed with no sugary veneer;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.

I live my life now with no surcease of sorrow,
Your former love declarations ring now so queer;
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.

My spirit’s in tatters from your hateful harrow,
And your face now haunts me with a nasty leer;
I have a broken heart so sad with sorrow.
My soul’s afire with pain for the morrow.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
November 14, 2014 (Villanelle)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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Goodbye I’ll hide my tears Won’t cry Crying Heart is breaking Tears fall Falling In love with you Was bliss Blissful Together forever You lied Lying Sealing our fate So long Longing For the right one Some day 2,4,2 non rhyming form Contest:Mussetle Train Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux 11~30~ 2014 ~awarded 5th place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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Identity Crisis

It's complicated
The way she looks at him
Not the way it used to be
When he had held her gaze
She had expected to love him all of her days
Had walked around in that lover's daze
Not aware of his cheating ways

His hiding and deception
An unskilled master of self protection
She discovered the reason for the alienation of his affection
All the small clues that led to his detection
Making her doubt herself
Not wanting to believe his indescretion
It was easier imagining relational perfection

Without him she thinks she has no life
Her identity tied to being his wife
Yet now she wishes 
Gutting him with a knife
much better being a widow
Than a cheaters wife

So she looks at him with piercing eyes
Imagines the other woman's thighs 
And the part of him she use to make rise
In this moment she begins to realize
He's not much of a prize
Still deep down 
she hopes the bastard dies!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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Our Passions on Fire My Darling

A very long time passed between us
Before we met once again
Quite unexpectedly surprisingly
Exchanging very intense looks
Harboring most hungry urges
Possessing the wildest desires
Feeling rebounding emotions
Charged nerves electric and cosmic
Greeting happily and nervously
Walking closely together but unsure
Interested and yet afraid of what 
Next could happen . . .

A drink or two or three later at the bar
Then a couple more sitting in the booth
Losing the edge pent up tension from before
Us both now quite talkative
Us both now quite oblivious to time
Us both now quite friendlier
Us both now quite guarded still
We now hold hands remembering
Fun times much laughter much smiling
Depressing times much hurt much unhappiness
Like strangers in the night we really are
But not attracted for the very first time
Ready and wanting to start over again 
But not so sure of the “forever” part
Interested and yet afraid of what 
Next could happen . . .

And then—suddenly it magically happened . . .
Like destiny taking charge at once
Your touch my touch our touch one touch
Emotions exploding eyes probing hands feeling
Moving closer becoming one and one and one
Breathing faint then excited and more so
Crying sobbing laughing smiling revealing
Our eyes locked rocked as one in a spiral
Saying I missed you so much
Saying you missed me so much
A burning yearning desire a trembling fire
Our lips meet sweetly hungrily with much intent
Our desires at fever pitch ravenous and craving
Igniting our passions on fire on fire on fire on fire

Shutting out the rest of the world—be gone from us
While crying holding caressing kissing openly and deeply
We find each other all over again and again
A giddy feeling of love lost yet love found again
Asking why? How come? How could we? Why not?
This time all is forgiven—our bond unbroken
Our love rediscovered our lives restored
Our personalities mesmerized as one
Our minds in tune same time and channel
Our emotions most electric and having fun
Our oneness whole and most rewarding
Our love and desire both for an eternity
Our hearts' afire our hearts’ desire
Our passions on fire my darling! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 22, 2014) (Free Verse)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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Garden of Roses

I'm just a lily in a garden of roses; I'm a misfit, misshapen, a mistake of a seed- But a lily is all I can be. If you paid visit each hour and each time picked a flower The last one that you'd pick would be me. You might stop and wonder Where the wind took its plunder and carried me far from my home; And with your head tilted Pick a rose that's half wilted And leave me here all alone. You think that I chose this, To be stuck with the roses? Eternally nature's next best? Or maybe I'm third to a daffodil bud, Or fourth to a sunflower's zest. I'm just a lily in a garden of roses. . Being passed by those strolling along But no matter how badly I just want to be picked I know that I'll never belong.

Copyright © Dana Smith

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Here, My Dear

Humble yesterday, your intimate memories are now
bearing false witness, following our demise. 
There are scattered whispers of a residential cloud 
nine, that I called my own after the storm. 
No myth could be written guiltier. 
For beyond this stable armor of masculinity, 
existed a worst case scenario that I had obtained. 

It is no fault of your own, to interpret me with the 
simplest guess, and yet, it would be the greatest 
therapeutic comfort, knowing that you recalled my 
brief torture. Here it reads. 

The cruelest servant was obviously day one. 
For as I showered in my own gloom, the clearest 
joy accepted no hint of my presence. 
The hours worked overtime to deplete every page 
of life, that bordered around this broken clockwork 
of loneliness. 

By now I merely existed by priorities merciless 
hand. As I forced myself upon my studies, there was 
no absence of absent guilt on call. 
I realized this inevitable misstep, the moment I 
stumbled into a single entity yet again. 
By the time I found a conscience to shave towards 
a better day, spring had already departed, 
and I was just beginning to exit sobrieties 
unbearable cliff. 

The cause to blame beyond myself was tempting;
to see the bewildered scene, as opposed to feeling 
its complex wounds. 
I yearned for this flood to cease constantly, in 
retrospect, prematurely. 
However, the suffering hadn’t pierced my spirit just 
yet. That cherry that ultimately left a mark on top 
was my sick eyes. 

Perhaps defined as the perfect fate for the already 
faltered, was my cluttered throat, which 
allowed no apologetic cliques to exist in air. 
The devil’s vomit that would not pause until 
more suffering regurgitated, and lastly, 
the mindful ache that vibrated at its own

Friends could sense the hell that plagued my 
sleep. So much that they offered their similar 
battles to my faint ears. 
I heard their souls, but never their hearts; only 
mine was selfish enough for that luxury, despite 
its hostile coma. But then, 5 months, 22 days, and 
4 afternoon hours later, another chapter was introduced, 
and it was entitled The Aftermath. 

The acceptance of what could only be formerly 
beautiful, came to be the answer that cured me. 
In the end, I was thankful for the inferno, and 
overjoyed that these words could be written from 
Solomon’s throne. 

Previous rose, as you open and fold these heartfelt 
abrasions, be mindful of these moments that are no
longer bleeding, but rather teaching, of those bullets 
that never truly miss. 

Copyright © Jiril Clemons

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I'm Breaking Up With You, PD

I’m Breaking Up With You, P.D.
I’m breaking up with you, P.D. This is the very last poem you’ll ever get from me! So understand me, Poetry Diva, we’re seriously through! My husband will certainly leave me if I don’t leave you. Let me explain it like this, my lovely, lethal girlfriend, I’m so addicted to PoetrySoup, my marriage will soon end. I know for sure that you don’t care and you won’t cry, ‘Cause on to a better poetry lover you’ll quickly fly. Well, Deadly Destroyer, I'll see you around - - -someday maybe - But right now I’m breaking up with you, P.D., so this is “Hasta la Vista, Baby!”
Entered in contest “I’m Breaking Up With You.” sponsored by Poet Destroyer A (6-11-2014)

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

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A Summer To Remember

A Summer To Remember

Summer exhausted, the fall chill begins
    in those first days you and I fell
    into each other as water into the sea
    sunshine was you, light was all me
Winter's snows saw us meet its deep cold
    a team that danced in that icy glory
    sweet ink wrote our special story
Spring, our lives embraced a great renewal
    beautiful pictures sought we out
    tempting each into adventurous journeys 
Summer returned, I found your shadow had fled
    our love emerged from its sheltered cocoon
    seeking love anew, its past left dead

R.J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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'Walked Away'

When he walked away  He yearned for you to call him back  Even though it would not be what it use to be He hoped; he had that believe that you could try again  That "call back" never came  Just like that morning  As with every morning thereafter He wondered should he have turned back  Just get a last glimpse of your smile  A smile that said you believed in us  Instead all he got was a bewildered face  A stare that had so many "what ifs"

Copyright © Wilma Neels

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Moving On

Moving On
Unfulfilled dreams and wasted time, Found out the hard way that you were never mine. Moonlit nights must have made me loca, Stupid me, next time I’ll definitely be smarter.
How could I ever think I was your love? My mistake - I was a blind judge. Took me a while to see through your silly, fake smile; Took me a while to see through your practiced guile.
A masterful seducer, bet you think you are so cool, Yes, I feel like such a damn fool. Weaving a web of deliberate lies and deceit, Your best subject is “How to Cheat, Cheat, Cheat!”
Don Juan has nothing over you, Your middle name is “Master of the Game Two.” But never mind, Lothario, revenge is a dish served cold, And you're nothing to me now that I've broken through the mold.
Blowing your cover, It’s your loss, lover. ‘Cause I will certainly recover - Faster than you think, - Faster than you can blink, - Faster than a shipwreck, you’re the one who will sink.
But forget you, fool, I AM MOVING ON! I’m outta here – GONE!

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez