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To Be With You -

I love you,
that's not hard for me to say,
its not a prediction, or a reflection, it just is
a motion in my heart's ocean,
an ocean named Odyssey
a color called True For You,
I don't want to hide that from you like sparkle from a jewel,
hiding love is a difficult game,
an invisible flame starving for the fame of your name,
and sometimes love can get lost in the playing fields,

My soul can't wait 'till another lifetime to spark on your's,
my body won't survive the well wishes of Eternity's elasticity,
the gravity of my greed for you will not escape the orbit of obsession,

I can't afford another lifetime, another baptism in Beauty's bemusement,
Time will not outflank my love for you,
graves & guesses, epitaphs & epiphanies would only bruise my passion,
a will power refusing to withstand the winks of the clock towers torment,
the thick wick of my wonderlust must combust now or never,
we need to turn winter into spring,
flip silver into gold,
to make touch our bread,
push pink into red -

J.A.B.


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014


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I Think Of You - An Alternative Universe - 6


From childhood it was a world of two...you and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.

We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers
using an ordinary led pencil. Youth! The world was ours.

Seven!  I know that was the first time I saw you blush.
I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear.

Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race.  I entered with Lisa.
 You gave me that look. Oh that look!  And you  left without a word.

At eleven years old I had my "magic wink". "A Magic Wink" you'd
say sarcastically.  How it made you giggle to make fun of it.

It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves.
Our first dance.  You stole my breath. Emptied the room of oxygen.

Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran...
our shoe prints dug into the concrete. It was then I knew. Forever.

Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared.
Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day.

At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't
clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel.

Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up
 tried to hug me hello. Silent! Cold! I turned and walked away.

Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that day. When you asked 
for an explanation. I recited false words but we both knew. Hurt for hurt.

Then at twenty five we still had issues to work out. I asked you bluntly 
why you cut me loose in the prime of our youth. You my first and only.

I asked the question that burned in my gut. Without words your eyes spoke. 
You were still in love with me. There was only me. I your first and only.

Finally our lips met to never part again. Left to wonder why, I accept our 
lives without an answer. My love was that. Why would I have let you go?

Older than old now. One last time you leave. Death makes this choice. 
Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left.

Not everything  is explained or understood,
like music by a one arm man playing a violin.

I sport my blank stare. Naked is the body of life.
Mystery sings blind the song of the lark!

and I...

i think of you.



March 29 2015
Armand






Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015


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If Only I Could Love You

If I could love you, I’d love you strong
with the strength of a million dreams  
my rains would flood you with passion
my storms, blow every leaf from your tree
leaving you bare 
so you’d share your soul with me  

If I could love you the way you deserve 
I’d search you as if searching for answers
to all the questions that are left unasked
I’d pursue you like dawn chases night, 
relentlessly 
reach into your shadows,
explore you completely 

If I could love you, I’d love you so deeply 
your heart would beat wildly with my whispers 
my desires would fill your every need 
your heart would hunger for no one but me  

I’d love you with vigorous colors
of rainbows and sunsets and vivid skies 
My light would bring you to your knees -
then maybe I could show you 
all the beauty in you that I see 

I'd show you how to set that beauty free ~
If only I could love you <3

 


Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2018


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The Clouds

"HOLDING HIS HAND"

*The Voice*
God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"Gods voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across earth. Your love and devotion are what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You ran to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles and tribulations. We could not speak, it was my light that kept you from going weak.

=voice=
God, are you a dream of beauty? The holy book.
My preacher spoke of the afterlife, calling it paradise. 
I remember now, I felt this company once before, this light.
Many times, I forsake the light and still you never left my door.
I felt it on the day I was born, 
the day I became baptized in your holy name. 
I felt this light before, can you explain it once more? 
Lord pleases clarify the day I fell down to my knees, accepted Jesus as my savior? 
On that day, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my  failures’.  
Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

"Gods voice" 
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, 
Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. 
My child, you were not searching for the right answers.

=voice= 
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray enough?

"Gods voice"
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself,  
I always answered even when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your soul's disguises.

=voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? 
My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since- adolescence
How is it that I am in your promise land?

"Gods voice"
Getting right with me has brought you here!

=voice= 
One more question, Heavenly Father
Can I see them,
   My Daughter, Mothers, Sisters, family, and friends?



Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012


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Laminated Love

LAMINATED LOVE

Frozen flames pressed 
between each page; 
suddenly, I felt each passing note.
The painting on the wall began to breathe	
gently the same colors repeated life. 
I was so close; I felt every vibration 
and there underneath the gloom, 
the roof let in the luminance of the moon.	
A memory unfolded while I held your hand,	
repainting our years, a devoted love
at the heart of everything. Steam is drawn 
from our hands. The canvas, 
the beautiful canvas, tied by solid green-gold.
Flames-brushed each wall as ageing you and I.	
In perfect harmony. TOGETHER 

1-06-2016


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016


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Narcissus meets his Nemesis - A Collab with Victor Buhagiar

POTW 15 July 2018       

              Reverberations of the burbling stream ahead evokes
              anticipations of fantasies and distorted expectations
              Perfect porcelain skin ~ russet curls ~ ruby red lips
              Surely even the gods would weep 
              at this manifested apotheosis of angelic perfections?

Trudging the lonely winding path once more 
oblivious to the brambles tearing at his limbs
a small sacrifice ~ the blood he sheds matters not
Time’s swift flight may alleviate the aching heart 
that suffers the pangs of an unrequited love 

              Etched in his mind this image that has fragmented
              the filigree web of his repetitious dreams
              Where his nightmarish inflictions are wrought
              of an agonising sweat soaking torment 
              in the gloom of the nights that liberate him not

Proclamations of love feverishly spilling
On parchment in the wakening dawn
Bled out in words to where beckoning waters flow
Euphonious notes that the winds have borne
Streaming from the very core of his being

              Spinning senses abandoning their out of control defences
              Yet nothing … Nothing ... in his wretchedness can bridge
              the gap to the void in his desolate soul 	
              Deprived by a selfish god of this splendor
              for him to gaze on by day ~ yet in dismal nights Heaven denies 

Day after day to this enigma he brings
serenades that would whip fallen leaves into a frenzy  
and calm raging torrents into lapping stillness
Mindless he to the lone song bird that flutes soulfully
Or the reiterated sounds of the whispering Echo

              He weeps and grins like a madman at
              the sudden outburst of mirth on those ruby lips
              Fingers dip in to caress once again 
              Collapsing the perfection into 
              a thousand shimmering, mocking ripples. 

Must he drown in his very own tears?
Surrender to his darkest dreams?
A slave to an intoxication of his own making
On the morrow perchance the gods may be kinder 
A whisper carried on a teasing wind floats to his ears

Above throughout the high mountains, He can hear Echo whispering softly Her mellifluous dirge of death. Yet he cares not ~ His mind centres on the god that so oft appears in the stream. Lust eats at his heart as he feels the urge to plunge down into the depths of the viridian stream, To copulate in bliss with his newly found love. Yet something holds him back. Curse Nemesis for depriving him from his ambrosial love. Weak in dreamy languor, he falls faint, And dies ………Unable to kiss his shadow in the stream.
SYNOPSIS In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a hunter from Thespiae in Boeotia, known for his beauty. The son of the river god Cephissus and nymph Liriope, he was so self-opinionated, disdaining those who loved him. Nemesis disliked his behaviour and lured Narcissus to a pool where he saw an image of beauty reflected in the water. He instantly fell in love with it not realising it was the reflection of himself. Unable to tangibly connect with this epitome of beauty, Narcissus lost his will to live. He stared at his reflection by day and was distraught at nightfall when he could not see it. Echo, the woodland nymph, with her ceaseless chattering, perhaps in an effort to conceal, angered the goddess queen Terra when she demanded to know the whereabouts of her husband Zeus who was cavorting with the woodland nymphs at the time. Terra punished her with a curse that only allowed her to speak the last words she heard. Perchance, while haplessly wandering in the woods, Echo saw and secretly fell desperately in love with Narcissus who sadly wasn’t aware of her, in spite of Echo cleverly repeating his last words in order to attract his attention. POTW 15 July 2018


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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Light On the Devil's Chord - Dear Lucifer

I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I? 
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw 
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown

There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me

What I will never be

Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013


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Halloween's Mask of Comfort

In a house beside the forest lives a woman and her son

He is scarred by burns and fire – hidden kept from everyone

There is land where he can wander far away from prying eyes,

But he misses friends to play with; all alone he often cries.


That is why he gets excited at the thought of Halloween

He can mix with other children without fear of being seen.

Mother picks the perfect costume that will fit his height and size

Then she adds a mask for comfort – the completion of disguise.


The boy behind the mask wishes every day was Halloween

He'd gladly offer friendship to any child who wasn't mean

But he knows that one day he will be too old for trick or treat

And he prays each morn to see the sunshine on a public street

 
Even though he realizes his wish may never be fulfilled

For he'd have to learn to avoid stares and let confidence build

After reading the sad tale of Frankenstein, he sheds a tear

As he can relate to Frankenstein and sees him as a peer

 
And so he keeps reading stories of people judged by their looks

His greatest fear is what will happen when he runs out of books


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This is a collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire



Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014


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Music of the Night


With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash a Composition Grandioso To Overtures of a Symphony herald the raging storming Tempo Staccato Strains cascading rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo Rhythmic Beats a Prelude to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sails unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as Allegro whelms Allegretto Electrifying sizzling Musette ~ Trills a mesmeric Capriccio Registers booming Bass Notes rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato Echoing claps of thunder Prompt a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote: By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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Providence On Behalf Of Love



I that have seen such beauty fallen beneath its gleam rejected my life’s duty to wade thus in its stream Saturating me with love bathed in moon’s reflection naught more for me to dream of drown me your affection With our true hearts united stare into love’s abyss night dreams felt unrequited are thus found with first kiss Passion’s torch does scorch the sun red molten flow in veins as we two become as one unbridled, fallen reins Sacrosanct are our love nights life’s sweet joys soar with you without your touch, nothing’s right next tryst now overdue Stoke my love and lustful sate lure me your siren song wooing whirlwind perfect fate where pulse and pleasures throng We shall meet under moonlight join true hearts in one fire kiss in love’s sweet depths all night meld into deep desire We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas explore each others’ shores casting caution to the breeze re-writing romance lores Love’s paradise we’ll not miss destiny sends us there living life with blushing bliss heaven for us to share Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine your light does kiss my soul intervention our’s Divine in ecstasy extol Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley (a collaboration) _______________June 8, 2018______________ *Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction - My Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Robert’s Poet’s Note: How our collaboration on this poem came to be. I had this short poem fragment from many decades ago. I saw some merit in it being completed. At first I sat down to write and finished the poem myself. Then I remembered the insight, the quality and beauty of Susan's previous collaboration with me - our sonnet duet and that sealed the deal. I decided to ask her if she would finish that old poem fragment as a collaboration with me. To my great and fortunate delight she agreed to do so. A true blessing it is for me to compose with such a kindhearted and talented poet as my dear friend most assuredly is... As it is always a pleasure to write and discuss poetry with my talented friend..


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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Infatuated love Limerence


Lost in your elegance, if only time could stand still to capture this memory eternally. Reflection of the moon shimmers upon tranquil waters in congregation with the stars, as we sail in composed serenity. Only the echoes of night insects and illumination of fire flies distract me from your mellifluous voice, which accompanies your radiant smile. To describe your divine beauty is ineffable as I fall into limerence. Your ethereal eyes guide me closer, all resistance is futile, intoxicated by your natural allurement. My heart feels an epiphany with the revelation of true love. As our lips touch sensually my eyes are in a state of phosphenes, now oblivious to my surroundings. In hope this feeling is not ephemeral, my whole being is enticed by the desire to remain eternally in this moment. Silent One
Originally written 7 November 2015. Edited 26 May 2018 Limerence (also infatuated love) is a state of mind which results from a romantic attraction to another person typically including compulsive thoughts and fantasies and a desire to form or maintain a relationship and have one's feelings reciprocated.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given

All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given

Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams
firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams
all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent
treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent.

Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free
wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees
all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found
in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds!

Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles
each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles
all in all, true magnificent treasures given
gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven.

Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes
I see all I desire, and I do fantasize -
looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing;
of our wild delight to be forever blazing.

In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of
waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love
with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring
my appetite for her wanton and untiring.

Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence 
breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence
ecstasy flows an intoxicating river
inebriating essence in love’s deliver.

Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays
illuminating your grace with a loving gaze
with ardent reflection of my phantom desire
to allow the pledge of love finally transpire.

Two common souls released from infernal abyss
to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss.
Together our spirits soar to realms of delight,
two lost souls united in the fading twilight.

With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord
we share a secret paradise of love’s award.
All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall,
from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all.


A collaboration: Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren

August 22, 2018


Poet's note: I am once again truly honored to compose in collaboration with two wonderful friends and talented poets, Susan Ashley and Robert Lindley. The creative poetry that comes from deep within your hearts, Susan and Robert, is so very inspiring. Thank you for inviting me to participate in this wonderful creation to express the depths of love and emotion.


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2018


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The Irony Of Fate



In a moment of juvenile jealousy he envies his red rival with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share of honey and vanilla spice as wet stretchy hands of fervent fabric possessively cup her brandied beauty amidst wistful notions to revive his parched heart he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits to be cradled in the tulip of her essence - evaporating every chill from the calyx of her sweetened cordial warming her in the hearth of his hands as she melts like buttery sunbeams intoxicating the bleached beachy sands.. ...his dreamy grin falters and his tantric trance fades as tattered edges of reverie unravel and a haze beclouds his aged green-eyed gaze graying his white periwinkle pipe dream - as he sees that his best days are long past Susan Ashley July 18, 2018 ______________________________ *irony of fate represents the notion that the gods (or the Fates) are amusing themselves by toying with the minds of mortals with deliberate ironic intent* * the white periwinkle flower represents pleasures of memory * *cordial represents a strong, sweetened aromatic liquor; liqueur being expressed as a sensually stimulating medicine that invigorates and exhilarates*


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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Love Has Its Costs


THIS IS A FICTIONAL WRITE THAT EXPLORES THE QUESTION OF WHAT LOVE IS. IT DOES SO IN A DRAMATIC WAY, AFTER ALL THAT IS MY DNA. IT ALSO TAKES A UNIQUE AND CONTROVERSIAL APPROACH TO THE TOPIC. IT IS MEANT TO STIR THOUGHT NOTHING ELSE. IT POSES QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTS ANSWERS BUT MAKES NO CONCLUSIONS. SOMETIMES AS WRITERS WE HAVE TO MAKE WAVES. SOME WILL RIDE THOSE WAVES ON THEIR SURFBOARDS AND CONSIDER THEM INVITING. OTHERS WILL FEEL THE WAVES CRASHING AGAINST THEIR FLESH AND IT WILL BE PAINFUL.

Love is a streetwalker at the corner of Hooker Lane and Prostitute Crescent.

You wanted to pay. Do it and leave. That's the way it's suppose to happen. But it doesn't quite go like that. She is looking at your eyes and she sees something and it feels like love to her. She cries and her tears are real. She touches your face with her pretty little hand and goosebumps run up your spine and you lose your breath.

You kiss her and stroke her hair and you are staring into her eyes as her pain grabs you by the biceps and touches your heart. So you just hold her you hold her and you love her as if she is a beam sent for you to project sent for you to protect.

She opens up and says words you heard in her tears. You listen you hold her and you just listen as she peers into your subconscious to sit with the frightened child inside of you. You take each others hands and you roll in the softness of the innocence of your childhood. Your silly hopes and dreams. Hopes and dreams that back then were anything but silly. 

She is beautiful. She is barely twenty. And you? Well you are going on thirty or is it forty.

You pray God will save her. Not pray you mumble it. Her smile tells you she knows. She feels like your responsibility and you don’t want her to die on the street working her corner. You don’t want to feel but you do. You are a weaved outer core of veins and you do. You feel everything. You are her. 

She looks in the White Knight eyes she pinned on your face and you know the pins are there and you see her with your Gladiator brights.

You make love to her and she loves you back and holds you in her dream of what might have been. She is your Queen and you have stripped your armor, stripped your flesh and your organs. You are naked in her shine. You are raw in her light.

Sex? Sex costs one hundred and fifty bucks! Sex? Sex is two dogs humping in the park. Sex is not love, it is empty. Empty because the person is a stranger and there is no emotional connection. 

At least that is what you thought.

But one day you are 53 years old and you think of your one hour bought woman. Did I say woman? She was a girl a vulnerable lost girl.

It is more than ten years later and you still remember her. That single hour in your life and it is engraved on your skull. Tattooed to your mind. Just one word. FOREVER. You can barely remember six year long relationships but you can still remember the touch of a woman, yes a woman you were with for just one hour in your life. You can still feel her skin. Her tears still burn like molten lava. 

She is still on your palette; you still feel every word that penetrated your hide and struck the part of you that was her. You remember it. Not as a single moment but as every tick of the clock, and the multitudes of emotions, of thoughts, of realizations, of questions that existed in each and every second and you wonder...

Maybe you can buy love. Or at least find it on the other end of a financial transaction, maybe once you did..

Maybe love doesn't last three hundred and sixty five pages like in a novel. Maybe love isn't roses from the first frame to the closing credits, with a beginning a middle and an end 

Maybe love is the memory of a 60 minute love affair with a working girl you met all those years ago. A memory safe and sound, written and produced, neatly tucked in the black vinyl grooves on the highway between your heart and your brain.

07~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne




Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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Poetry Pillar

When Light needed a body to behold, and color to kiss,
as Darkness dreamnt to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered to lust for learning, and being learned,
as blood bespoke to bones for building a star of flesh,
when Time needed the umbrage of it's ubiquity to be understood,
the moment texture tempted touch to tease with a thousand sensations,
when laws of love sought a language to express the extremes of it's lips,
as romance rampaged through the ravishings of famished hearts,
when the seduction of sorrow made heros of loving men and women,

When Justice appealed to the instincts of intent for inscriptions of innocence,
as bravery found battle in basic questions of survival and conquest,
when war demanded a metaphor in the terror of it's diligent destruction,
as Faith found resolve in seconds small along with giant gestures,
Death singing melancholoy for sympathy and Life haughty upon it's horizon,
when Angels chose to wear albatross of gold to feel the rue of rogues,
as the most perfect woman ambushed the ideals of rumored beauty,
when God wanted imagination to create immaculate reality
Poetry began, born in the instant of forever Art,
because, the only promise of a Poet, is Passion -

Dedicated to Poetry...J.A.B.


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014


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My Heart Beseeches An Answer In Collaboration With Robert J Lindley

(Part One- She Asks)

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!

Reaching beside me feeling only coolness of my sheet,
Alone now the rain outside hits the ground in rhythmic beat.
The fresh cool breeze whispers through my open window,
Catching billowing curtains into a back and forth show.

Caressing like cold dead fingers upon my naked skin,
Traveling back in time which I know I had let you in.
Our words danced in tango style, each one held a line
Glasses raised to our lips, we sipped succulent red wine.

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers, you left before the dawn!

Soon after we laid together, right here on my bed,
Oh why didn't I stop us then, to turn you away instead?
Now I lay here thinking, as an ache overwhelms my chest,
Gave you what I swore no more, gave you my very best.

Wishing for an answer,on this cold, wet, cloudy day.
How much more my bleeding heart will have to pay?
For allowing this intrusion into my life again I did dare,
Yet I have no answer, of how much or even if you care.

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!
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(Part Two- He Answers)

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

My darling, fear not, my racing away has a most just cause
I woke that morn, your angelic beauty gave me pause.
For my life had for decades fallen into the deepest dark
Then my finding you and our first night together left its mark.

As I looked in the mirror and saw me lying next to you
My heart almost burst, knowing it was too good to be true.
There you were, naked and your alluring beauty sublime
I thought of my past, how if it hurt you, would be a crime!

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

That morn, I gave my sleeping beauty a sweet kiss
Trying to grab more of what I would soon so dearly miss.
For I could not bear to bring into your sweet life my pains
Or darkness of the dreams emerging from my past stains!

For you see, long ago, for another beauty I once shot a man
I was so crazy in love and thought that was a great plan.
Then our night, soft kisses restored, your gentle touch fired me up
I found my saving paradise, complete with its full golden cup!

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!
 
Brenda Chiri and Robert J. Lindley collaboration..
Date:10/26/17



Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017


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Love's Lament

She lovingly smiles at him each evening
dressed in palest silk, a gossamer gown,
brushed with hints of silverdust shadows.
Her shapely fullness casts a womanly glow
across his surface in ripples of light.

Enthralled by her shimmering beauty,
he waves to her from Baltic blue depths
of his longing and unspoken passion.
Her reflection swims in his crests and troughs
as he cradles the embodiment of her perfection.

Crested fingers rise to fondle her magnificence
but vast distance keeps them too far apart.
Her heart guides the ebbing and flowing 
of his tides in their nightly dance, spent romancing.

Fluidly, he waltzes her in rhythm to the shore,
serenaded by a chorus of flickering stars 
singing a tune written eons before
Gershwin could dream of Rhapsody in Blue.

Little more could either of them do as
their song wafted in a dolorous lover's lament
known by humans but perceived by few
as a divergent love between two of Earth's forces
whose liaison would be a tragedy for me and you


Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017


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Midnight Romance

Midnight Romance

Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable

Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning

Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire

My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips




October 18,2017









Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017


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All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given



Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent. Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds! Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles all in all, true magnificent treasures given gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven. Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes I see all I desire and I do fantasize - looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing; of our wild delight to be forever blazing.. In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring my appetite for her wanton and untiring. Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence ecstasy flows an intoxicating river inebriating essence in love’s deliver. Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays illuminating your grace with a loving gaze with ardent reflection of my phantom desire to allow the pledge of love finally transpire. Two common souls released from infernal abyss to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss. Together our spirits soar to realms of delight, two lost souls united in the fading twilight. With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord we share a secret paradise of love’s award. All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall, from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all. Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren (a collaboration) August 26, 2018 _________________________ *Special note*: It is a tremendous honor for me to share in the wonderful recognition of ~ Poem Of The Day ~ on Tuesday, August 28,2018, with my gifted collaborators, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren. Robert, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting Teppo and I to collaborate with you.. Congratulations, my dear friends, Robert and Teppo. Together, we join as one voice with one searching soul. Poet’s note: I relished the creative opportunity to compose in this collaboration with my esteemed artistic friends in poetry, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren. Gentlemen, you inspire me with the depth and breadth of your poetic hearts and souls. My dear friend Robert, as always, the beauty of your verses tantalize me and you intrigue my imagination with your sumptuous imagery of desire and romance. Your poetry truly sparkles with the brilliance of your poetic talents and soulful heart. My dear friend Teppo, your shining verses are filled with the inspired golden light of love, your gifted poetry is deep, stirring and beautifully expressive.. Is an honor and a privilege for me to reach ever higher, striving for your higher standards, when writing with you both. Thank you my wonderful friends, for the gift of your shining fellowship in the beautiful art of creating poetry.


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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His Star-Dusted Desire



He wonders at the aphrodisiac of her jasmine air stirring the breeze of his being heady in the breathy mood of her moon garden amidst stargazer’s pink whispers and he wishes that his jonquil heart be quenched by her sweet drink to sip sun-ripened nectar from the calla of her wild plum dreams Susan Ashley July 4, 2018 -------------------- * the Jonquil flower represents desire, especially, the reciprocation of one's feelings of desire and love back in return* *the Calla Lily represents magnificent feminine beauty and delicacy* *the Wild Plum represents feminine youthfulness. Also, it represents sweet anticipation of the promise of romance he has waited for* _________________________ ~ Ninth Place ~ Contest: Premiere No. 160 Sponsor: Brian Strand


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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LONGING FOR FATHER'S LOVE

I am not a father
Nor I am a mother
I am just a daughter
That is growing better...

Father, you have been away
I truly wish you have stayed
Hugging me as I lay
I don't need much penny...

All I have been missing is you my daddy
Your love and your real company...

Look, how I am now
I pursued my little vow
Hoping always, You'll be proud
It's alright if you'll not be loud...

All I want is for us to bond...

Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...

I miss you much, daddy...

(c) 

contest: POEM FOR DADDY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013


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Pass the Light House

~ CALYPSO ~

Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to--
--Sunsets of the secret sea. 
Mysterious-- many precious places to go, 
Calypso --free flowing, floating legend! 
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea 
Whisper, Calypso come for me! 
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me! 

Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view 
Visionary Vessel above liquid level, 
as divine in spirits she sails. 
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name 
Aquatic belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's 
For all eternity----------------------

:)


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


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Philosopher's Stone

Do Not Trust a Word, she says

She speaks of sunken treasures the way no one else does
The map to her heart is drawn by the sun
Her smile of gold ride out the waves
The moon attracted by the prestige of her glowing art
With great pleasure, your heart now sits in a glass case

Her love lavishes making every moment memorable.
This lovely lady cultivates you in every way
Your blood rises to her flirtatious demand,
Her eyes, hypnotize, invade every dream,
Endless lust, pulled by the enigma of dragon dust wind
Falling flowers of forgetfulness, when lost to her spell
She lives, she breathes your ribs in

Words were spoken, now wrapped around your heart
In a game of trust, her kiss hushes your lips
Like a syndrome, you babble and drool ----stepping all over yourself
You are nothing more than a fool in love, 
Trusting and turning every word she says into gold


~I LOVE YOU~

( A Poet Destroyer Collection)


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015


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Summer Wine - An Erotic Romance

The video is intrinsic to the setting of the scene. The vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to the plot. 

A balmy night it was when he stepped in the bar A wondrous apparition at a table not far The singers crooned soft notes on a stage dimly lit The name of the song eluded he had to admit The pianist played softly, mood lighting set the scene Projected colours of amethyst, pinks, blues and green Elegant and haughty her brow slightly frowned She sat all alone when he cast his eye around He approached her shyly asking to join for a while With a nod she gestured to her bottle of pink wine Her hair so lustrous matching her brown smoldering eyes Her lips so inviting with the curve of her smile She lifted her glass, her invitation divine They toasted each other with her sweet summer wine He covered her hand their fingers felt the thrill The room in slow motion, a world standing still Euphonious echoes of rapturous heights Scintillating patterns of bouncing laser lights He walked her home under a sky of azure blue Under pink frangipanis heavily dripping with dew As he turned to leave she indicated to stay awhile Invited him in for her sweet summer wine Tongues probing - entwined - an angel’s spring kiss His pulse how it raced as he stroked shapely hips The sweet summer taste on her exquisite lips Kindled a love - an enchanting rhapsody of bliss A click of the clasp - flimsy garments released Shimmering seductively around to her feet Sensually turning now absolutely au naturel Revealed her etched beauty of a form so sensual His projected resplendence complimented her perfections And the majestic elegance of her peaked manifestations Desire for feather touches and moist sweet lips To be tantalized by the elation of a lover’s sweet kiss Trickling down her pearl valley rampantly on fire Liquid crystal gems forged in a tunnel of desire Soft touches and kisses on her silken skin A washed him in nectar from her passion within Cloud soft mattress - sheet threads so fine United as one as their limbs entwined To celestial choral rhythm and soft moans of rapture Harmonious they moved to quench intense pleasure On a Richter of ten - bodies quaking molto allegro Celestial Symphonies shrieking to alto crescendo A comet streaking from a Stellar above signalling their passionate release of love Yin meeting Yang so gracefully entwine Beaming their energy into the Universe divine Together they basked in a euphoric state The night had advanced as he indicated the hour late She stroked him so gently saying your time is mine So tarry a while for some more summer wine
Footnote: Do I hear you asking if someone else was involved - in this write? Well! - in projects like these it usually needs a couple’s consensual, combined experiences! So my curious reader I’m obliged to confess That the answer is an explicit - YES! YES! YES! There - Now you have it! Thank you Reluctant Poet - (RP) RP is not a member of Poetry Soup or any Poetry Club by choice. It’s just for pleasure, he says. There - That answers you second question!


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017


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Filling up on empty

Some things that look fulfilling
Can cast a woeful spell
Glittery that looks like heaven,
can often turn out to be hell.

All the wanting leads to weeping,
He can't fill that empty space.
There are those hidden bits of lonely,
in the mirror etched upon his face.

He exchanges real for imagined,
relation-ships they sail away.
Nights are now spent with strangers,
He is the game they like to play.

Trappings of success are empty,
he pretends he's not alone.
The heart in his chest is heavy,
What was soft has turned into stone.

It can be the curse of the rich man,
to grab onto things that don't last.
Riches that vanish in an instant,
Replaced with regrets from the past.






Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015