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
When I saw that young muscular man
standing, hand on hip, in the driveway
four flights down from our balcony,
I was instantly attracted before I
realized it was you...my sweetheart,
so unaware of your electric presence.
You were speaking to our neighbor,
and though I couldn't quite hear your
conversation, I heard your laughter.
You were just being your dynamic
friendly self, one of the many reasons
I fell in love with you so quickly; your
passion for life, your willingness to
aid anyone who needed a helping hand,
and a sensual presence larger than life.
All my female friends I introduced you
to secretly called you a 'handsome hunk',
meant in the most complimentary way.
I reminisce on cool spring nights like this
and when you smile or laugh I still see
that handsome young man I married so
long ago when our time was not fleeting,
and we were both in the prime of our lives.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017
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...
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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
Wish I could tell you...
But, then again
My silence will let you know
I see it all
What you hide inside
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!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
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
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
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
Love goes to another address...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
I’m giving you two weeks’ notice
And then I’m evicting you
From my heart
You haven’t been paying your dues…
Passion laden kisses
And loving whispers
You’ve been trashing the premises
With your careless words
Your childish tantrums
And misplaced anger
Have littered my heart
You have been bringing in
To share the night
Thinking I was unaware
Of the trysts
But this place is meant for you
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
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.
Just enough time
For you to pay for damages
And then to leave
Before I have you thrown out
of this heart of mine!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
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.
Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
in this place
in the safety
of this languid afternoon
I close my eyes
and listen to her voice
with your hand on my thigh
knowing as I do
that there is no pretense
no need to hide
I am who I am
She assures me
Awash in need
I let my body plead
I care to dare every hindrance
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
forgotten the where and why
no need to be shy
except this build up
sensations born of feelings
this surging urge
for sensual supremacy
knowing it will come
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
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
on my high
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"
the haze starts to lift
and I drift...I drift
fingers in my hair
my eyes flutter open to see
my life back in focus
there in your eyes
Let it be
Oh, let it be
Ecstasy and you and me
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016
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!
Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016
My love for you has no
limits or boundaries. It
grows more and more
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
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
As the door suddenly swings
open." Will you be my life
partner by becoming my wife?"
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016
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 © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2014
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
read the other volumes
more slender than mine
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
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016
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
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…
Your freedom becomes latched
Onto tortured leeches
It’s the closest you ever
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013
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
~~~~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
Eat..... s, l, oOoOoOo w, l, y
Don’t waste in haste…
These moments so ^u*n^ chaste
There you go, baby boy
Let me clean~~you~~up
Time to sleep
Here is my chest
plush pillow rest
Hunger will not haunt your dreams
and here am I
Watching over you as you sleep
Insatiable the hunger for you
In my *eye*
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
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
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
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2015
The sweet songs of birds,
We hand in hand across the
Pansies white yellow and violet
Tossing their heads in the
Somewhere the sound of falling
The sound of squirrel cracking
Calm weather warm sun,
White fluffy clouds forming
A passenger flight in the blue
Sun born in the horizon and
about to fade in the horizon,
Both our heartbeats echo
inside of chest,
Shutting and opening of our
Your unkempt hair flying
Yellowish west sky.
Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow.
If I could stop this world from
I would do so,
Just to be with you
In this autumn evening.
Copyright © Kiran Bantawa | Year Posted 2013
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?
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.
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
Clouds of doubt hovered
Over our heads
They multiplied and grew to
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
The sun of trust hesitantly appeared
It grew stronger and brighter,
Feelings warmed up,
Arms opened wide
We threw ourselves into
Each others embrace
Finding thus shelter in
Fearing the coming of a
New storm, NO MORE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 OCTOBER 2014
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014
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
thanks to PD for the inspiration to write this poem.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2015
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
An hour before time, they put her through the motions.
Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion.
Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes
in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless.
Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to her handlers, in blase
only the mere task of steering and roping in tense power play.
Embarking though marred by obvious signs of abuse and neglect.
Her rolling in elation disguised the slippery entrance and my regret.
Drivers accommodating cramped spaces as directed, gently to fill.
Opting to maitain serenity as they in vain, placate her iron will.
Do I hear her rising blood pulses or lack of joy in welcome thereof?
No, just the sound of tumultuous creaks and human smell
of perfume, tainted sweat and punjent oil leaks let off.
Disgruntled impatience of mere sailors but of her, not a peep.
Standing tall, holding firm a class of her own as she let sweep.
Riding the waves in style directing me to the destiny I must keep.
On and on she rides tantalising the waves as they foam at the peaks.
Such insight when she lapses into a lullaby putting me to sleep.
I return to a friend who knows well to serve, to ferry me ashore.
Another blissful time with her as the sea beckons for us to explore.
She is faithful, a useful companion with its own metallic commodore.
Sailing majestically forever a classy lady, our very own Lady Samoa.
(N.B Lady Samoa is our Inter-Island Ferry)
Copyright © Tiaua M Ioane | Year Posted 2014