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You see hope when two kids share marbles between a volatile border.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
Walls of silence hold,
The child held within,
Cries out for release.
Relative solitude comforts,
Not the tortured soul,
Inward coiling withdrawing,
Shedding its outer skins,
Layer thus preserving its,
Innocents shroud lies in ruins.
Gentle spirit, cast aside wings,
The fallen angel kneels in,
Shadows before mankind.
Unanswered prays rest upon,
Muted sobs, echo on stilled,
Hardening to stone, the
Reflects frozen repose.
Forgotten amongst mine own,
Childhood symbolizes a betrayed,
Small fragile hands reach out,
Hollow space grasping into,
Chained shackles twist,
Imaginations warped view,
Somber tones cloud troubled,
Amidst life's trials, I'm aimlessly,
Without any form of stability.
I, alone remain shambles,
Displaced and damaged,
A broken doll thrown away,
By those who should have,
Cared for her the most.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2013
Kiss me passionately
Kiss with untetherd lips
Lips that are ripe
Lips that long to know everything
Everything waits for it's time
Everything has possibilities
Possibilities beyond limitations
Possibilities are laying in wait
Wait for me to come to you
Wait for my inexperienced touch
Touch me till you feel my longing
Touch the depth of your own wanting
Wanting and needing
Wanting that hurts
Hurts with a burning pleasure
Hurts with an ancient desire
Desire beyond our understanding
Desire that will not be contained
Contained you have been forced to be
Contained within your fathers image of innocence
Innocence must lead to mutual pleasure
Innocence is the doorway to your awakening
Awakening your true essence
Awakening the power of your being
Being a true force of your own nature
Nature and nurture
Nature will give way to trancendence
Trancendence to womanhood
Trancendence to your power
Power resides within your spirit
Power caresses your being
Being free to explore
Being aware of the moments
Moments that you will cherish
Moments shared with me
Me who wishes to know you
Me who has waited
Waited for you to be ready
Waited for our wedding day
Day after day imagining
Day and night you are part of my dreams
Dreams do come true
Dreams offer hope
Hope permeates our being
Hope that we will have forever
Forever can be felt in a moment
Forever pulses within your veins
Veins that carry the blood of our children
Moment by moment witness our becoming
For Justin Bordner's innocence contest.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
Cascading waves wash ashore
tickling our toes as we stroll.
set a thousand jewels sparkling...
upon the shoal.
Smiles summon sweet emotions
as we walk upon the beach
hand in hand
under a starry sky...
to build castles in the sand.
Romantic sparks ignite flames of passion
by a tranquil sea,
and fledgling souls unite
Hopes and tears
define the essence of living.
And yet love offers a joy
reserved for fantasies
Agony and ecstasy meld
to greet each hungry kiss.
And consumed by desire
we've never felt a love...
quite like this!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass
This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!
Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease
Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place
~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
~It's a Beautiful Day~
Under every star,
A smile waltz-like no other
Once a simple cherry blossom girl,
enjoying puppets and lullabies.
Sitting in front of the screen
Anxiously waiting for him to come in
through the front door, whistling a song,
trading a suit jacket, for a zippered sweater;
made with love. ---My day just got better---
***It's a beautiful day***
In a charming little town square
A servant, serving a friendly atmosphere
Welcome to the land of make-believe,
where all my friends are real.
Here comes the speedy delivery
Mr. McFeely and his letters.
Prancing puppet skin in love with
Beautiful Lady Aberlin.
Henrietta, a mighty and feisty pussycat
My favorite strings are the king and queen
Before the show ends, Trolley's a friend
tooting around from make-believe to reality.
***It's was a beautiful day***
Oh the innocence of my childhood,
My neighborhood is gone
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016
I was a fool.
I was a fool searching for reasons why.
Reasons why I
Grin with sudden boy giggles
As if Karma was my DJ,
Playing cotton candy woven riffs
Of rhythmic whispers
I savor dark chocolate Peanut M&Ms
Tasting her sincerity
With each Pacific Ocean observance
Her dialect portrays within
My sunset smiles
I was a fool.
A slightly nervous kid
At his first Sadie Hawkins dance
Holding a paper cup
filled with swirly colored punch...
Futile attempts to stifle these vibrating legs
From crippling my exhaling urges
I was a fool.
Searching for irreplaceable reasons
Why my smiles became
An 11 year old innocence
I embrace a new dream
Written on embossed bucket list
To hold her
To hold her
To hold her
towards sunrises’ incipience
With no reasons why
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013
Somewhere someplace not far away a couple lied together.
No talk about the future no talk about forever.
They had lovers of their own their lovers were not there.
It's best if kept a secret the love that they would share.
Lost in loves great passion covered in each others sweat.
They're going to have a baby but they don't know it yet.
In nine months the baby born a secret softly cries.
So much still for him to learn of life conceived in lies.
Often he just played alone it seemed it was his way.
Then one day the secret was sent outside to play.
He grew strong like others did he gave it all his best.
Without one clue he never knew the truth beat in his chest.
Overwhelmed again and again the sadness he can't shake.
The devil whispered in his ear “You are a mistake”.
Still he tried through tears he cried to somehow rise above.
Getting lost time and again in his search for love.
When the walls came crashing down his whole world fell apart.
Welcome to the world of secrets and to your broken heart.
Shattered like a piece of glass his dreams fell to the ground.
Somewhere up near heaven even angels heard the sound.
Tears poured from his heart and soul through both day and night.
Searching for some healing in words that he would write.
Broken in so many ways all he meant for good.
Forever somehow secret where some misunderstood.
Now he walks in shadows seeking shelter from the rain.
Don't you dare look in his eyes you'll get lost inside his pain.
Like the secret long ago he spends his time alone.
It seems being by himself is now his comfort zone.
Asking nothing from no one wanting only just to give.
The only dream he still dreams is live and just let live.
A million miles on his heart and tears that he still cries.
So it is for secrets and those conceived in lies.
Edwin C Hofert
Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015
I reflect upon a word -
To understand more fully what it means,
I think of what it conjures up for me -
childhood times -
those times when I believed all I was taught
from silly things like Santa Clause
to sacred things
like God and true religion.
The way I accepted and then reacted to
my mother’s definitions of what was wrong and right
I think is how I might define
my instincts ….. of innocence.
Having learned well right from wrong in my youth,
my instinct was to feel shock or dismay
when I saw others doing things I deemed immoral,
especially when the doers were those that I looked up to
inside the parameters of my own church.
However, my tolerance for others’ evil doing
increased year by year,
Even in my youth, I never judged them outright.
Those girls and boys that slept around through high school
were judged inside the silence of my mind.
I never shunned them.
A few more decades passed.
Religion’s walls around me were wearing down.
I never did cement the cracks in my walls’ foundation
as did some others in my community -
others who sought to strengthen their own walls
with instincts of innocence espoused inside
the sanctity of chapels.
When was it I let my childhood instincts totally crumble?
Generally more tolerant than many of my friends
that I grew up with, I saw “other” people
with eyes that rarely blinked at what I deemed to be audacity.
Those with different customs, or with strange new religions
I have accepted in my life and tried hard not to judge.
Some things, however, I cannot tolerate.
Societies that put their women down and
people who abuse the weak, emotionally as well as physically,
Never will those actions I accept.
Now I ponder this: Are the instincts of innocence simply tied
to what we learn as children?
I have seen select groups of people shunned
by both the religious and the non-religious
simply for the fact that they are different!
And from whence comes the idea in a child’s mind
to make him think that someone should be shunned?
Do our instincts of innocence simply come
from that time of life
when we looked up to our parents as our Gods,
accepting their every teaching as Gospel
and feeling fear to ever go against them?
Many things we learn are for our good, and
societies would turn to chaos without some guidelines
akin to the ten commandments.
On the other hand,
as a child, I was innocent.
My instinct was to trust in strangers.
Then I learned better.
My instinct was to cringe but say nothing
the time I was inappropriately touched.
Thankfully, since then, I have learned better.
In some instances, I would say,
our instincts of innocence
should be laid to rest!
For a long while now, I’ve been seeing
a small but significant segment of the population
that differs in their sexual orientation or preference.
Those who taught me in my youth
that I ought to be as meek as a child
still point today to ancient Scriptures
as the way for all to keep their innocence.
But my walls have fallen down.
I stand here in the rubble
unsure that I've done right or wrong
in letting many of my childhood ways of thinking
collapse so utterly.
The instincts of my thinking adult mind tell me that
I am not wrong to stand with those who want their right
to the pursuit of their own happiness
despite the fact their actions are denounced
by the very teachings on which I was raised.
Can we ever really lose completely
those thoughts developed from our early teachings,
which led to the instincts of our childhood innocence?
At times, I cannot be completely at ease
in what I have let go of and in who I have become,
for the instincts of innocence
still dwell in the caverns of my mind.
For Kai Michael Neumann's "The Loss of An Innocent Mind" Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
INITIATIONS OF LOVE - PART 1
In the hours of twilight your star brightened my shadowed dream
long since faded from the youthful belief of reverie.
In you I mirrored distant memories of childhood INNOCENCE,
with beauty of love in its early bloom to ripeness, yet with depth of sensation
discovered only through the pain of yearning, hearts suffering.
Through the clouded haze I felt the dream once more,
with wisdom born through the falseness of my sullen existence,
a long since vanished vision of a mind once so hopeful,
whose desires were numbed, dreams shattered yet TRUST beheld;
a yearning heart turned into a core of solid gold; hard yet frail.
Where love once flowed in a heart so frail,
eagerness of will echoed in the emptiness to find a way through the dark.
The mind found PATIENCE to fulfill the desired image,
a promise of love and the realization of a long-felt need,
thoughts and emotions sacrificed for mortal gestures.
The whispered words of silence blowing yonder an arduous past
with a quiet wish for a reflection of bygone times of tranquility,
to encounter the warmth of serenity through FORGIVENESS.
Forgiveness, not only of injustice and treachery,
but for the disbelief in love’s worth; and destiny’s reason.
Yet you appeared with angel pureness, a vision of white,
through time to understand the meaning of eternal love
which is not tied by worldly needs, by shallow desire, or pleasures of the flesh,
but of AWARENESS of love’s deepest form of ensued knowledge,
a realization of love’s eternity; at the level of the soul.
In your eyes I saw the depths of forsaken desire,
and the pain of love’s initiation, yearning, love’s sorrow.
When I saw the teardrops running down your cheek, I knew.
I knew you retained the depth of FEELING as did I,
to behold the most tender appreciation of love’s virtue.
In appearances of disguise life exists, as does love.
Dreams mingled with charm and enticement of reality
in submission of togetherness to end a lonely heart’s search,
to earn love’s fondness by DEVOTION to its existence,
yet with reverence to retain the purity of the souls longing.
Released from the chains of amorous passion, false desire,
I hold you in my heart, gently, with the chastity of innocence.
With enlightenment I renounce worldly pleasures
to enjoy the FREEDOM given, for love to grow,
and reach the ripeness of eternity liberated to aspire endless love.
With delight I receive the divine inspiration to encounter love’s ECSTASY,
its worldly passion fulfilled and continued by nature’s gift.
A gift more precious than love itself; a newborn to love once more.
Love exists in forms of many, as in passion to unite as one to give new life,
perceived by nurturing care, kindness of the heart with true love’s zeal.
But what is love without HUMILITY; modest humbleness?
Selfish contentment of desire; satisfaction of bodily needs
prone to temptations of deception to be drowned by lusts amorous lure.
Be it not the beauty of Venus or Mars, but that of awareness,
to feel the depth of meaning by lessons of life; and of loneliness.
Withheld from the touch of the flesh, or minds worldly eagerness,
PURE love reigns, untarnished, blessed with innocence
to fathom and to feel the infinite tenderness of love once parted.
Love needs no proof for its existence; no words, no kisses, no promises.
When love has grown to ripeness, its existence remains with enlightenment.
Is there no easier way to find love’s eternal FULFILLMENT,
than to weather the wrath of love’s pain, fallacy of deception,
rejected hearts loneliness; lonely days followed by darkened nights.
Be it less to weather lightning of the heart to see the light of life.
But how to comprehend the light of life without a sight of darkness?
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2018
I took her hand at sweet sixteen
Kissed her on the cheek
The clouds looked down
We were about to be drowned
No umbrellas to protect our dreams
I held her hand
As we ran and ran
Raindrops kissing our cheeks
I gazed up at her delicious peeks
I said sorry sweet, do not cry
A tear she shed
As she bled
Her love was cut in two
She looked at me, as if to plea
Shivering she said, don’t mind me I am wet
Wipe away my damp memories
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
Sing for me the sweetest song
of love when life was still so young.
Those tender times and days devoid
of cares and wants troubling the old,
when smiles and laughter ruled the day,
when worries passed and did not stay.
Strum so softly your guitar
just like the nights along the shore
when music meant the world to us
and dreams were spun with so much fun.
With nary a thought to hindrances,
and silence in between did not mean sadness.
Sketch the image once again
of all our hopes and aspirations.
Paintbrush, our imaginations
that fueled all our conversations.
Let the canvas capture the moment
when each one’s triumph was heaven sent.
With words of wonder I will write
of every look and all the sighs,
of every throbbing thud within
our hearts that sometimes drown the din.
Still, we aimed our sight so high
a desire defined by what’s ideal...
When life was young, and love was innocent.
16 May 2015
Kim Patrice Nunez
When Love Was Innocent Contest
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
I remember Christopher Robin
When helping Pooh find honey
Was my biggest problem
I remember the blustery days
We trusted each other in every way
I remember When we helped Eeyore
Find his way home from the Sea shore
Everything was good
In the Hundred Acre Woods
I remember Curious George
I had to chase him a hundred miles
As soon as my mother kissed me good night
We went around the world
But we made it home
Two minutes before sunlight
And everything was alright
And Sammy the Seal would let me get on his back
And ride for a million miles
We exchanged halcyon smiles
And I remember the monster
Who brought fear to the hundred acre woods
Scarier than the Heffalump
Scarier than the thing with the Black eyes
He was pure evil in disguise
He told lies
Filled with evil and guile
Christopher Robin called him a Pedofofile
It tried to seduce me
Ten minutes after my mother introduced me
I remember that ice cold June
When Mama said “We’re getting married soon"
And Disney left the room
I remember when
And Hugh Hefner moved in
And H.A. Ray moved away
And Dr. Seuss and Syd Hoff
Took the Summer off
I remember seeing the door knob turn
The Pedofofile kneeled on one knee
Said he had a story he wanted to read to me
And he brought pornos to my bed
Mother Goose turned her head
Christopher Robin Fled
Curious George hid under the bed
And the hundred acre woods were
filled with dread
I remember us all gathering around
The meeting in Hundred acre woods
Christopher Robin said if I
Opened up the pornofo graphic
I could be banned for good
I asked him what’s a Pornofographic magazine
He didn't know exactly what to say
But saidt they were ten times worse
Than any blustery day
But i was curious like Curious George
I was curious like Curious George
I opened the Pornofographic magazine
I remember the woman
I saw more of her insides than a doctor
I remember the dog on top of her
But I can’t tell you what they did
And i cried out for Winnie the Pooh
I just wanted to be a kid
I remember the last time
I saw Christopher Robin
Tears rolled down his chin
he asked me why I had to
Let the pedofofile in
And it was a blustery day times ten
And I waved goodbye to Piglet
And Roo to Tigger
And the heffalump too
But Mostly I remember standing closely
To Danny the Dinosaur
He told me he would always love me
But I couldn’t slide down his back anymore
I remember 1974
2011 Dr. Seuss Poet M.e. Michael Ellis..
Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2016
Between The Lines
Tribute to FJ Thomas
No doubt you'll read the words she writes
of love in lovers eyes.
Seashells on a beach somewhere
beneath the clear blue skies.
Holding hands and taking walks
in the springtime in a park.
Or whispers being whispered
by lovers after dark.
But when it comes to those she loves
and those that stand beside her.
Unless you read between the lines
it's all kept safe inside her.
Like dreams some dream long after dark
while laying fast asleep.
And promises of secrets known
she promised she would keep.
There's nothing there to hold her back
there's nothing she must hide.
It's just it's much too personal
to talk of tears she's cried.
There were times in love before
when certain words were spoken.
What she got for all she gave
was getting her heart broken.
So for now she's come to think
of the heart that's in her chest.
Certain things are better off with
those that she knows best.
All in all just like a star
you can see how her love shines.
But to see beyond the light
you must read between the lines.
Edwin C Hofert
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Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015
Years have come and gone
and the woman in me has seen
the love of the ancients in a dream
the constancy of time...gleams
nothing is as it seems
as I stand before you
I am ripe with age
No longer in the blush of my prime
I stand before you
with all my womanly wiles
and all of seduction's sighs spent
Innocence washes over me
carrying me back
on the streams of longing
pouring over me from
the depth of your eyes
birthing in me
the hidden instincts of innocence
as I stand before you
I am a girl again
not yet a woman
not having tasted
the pleasures of passion's gratification
I stand before you
In a voice of wispy wonder and wanton willingness
I whisper your name.....
You stand before me
stepping into the time of Before
both you and I
on the edge of discovery
with the shyness of virgin wants
I look down at your hands
As you gently undress me
you peel away inner garments
of time and age
until I am....bare
A blooming beauty of blushing youth
I see it mirrored in your eyes
before I close mine
and venture into this dreamed reality
in the instincts of innocence
I float on clouds of awakening need
sensations never felt
tingle a telling tale of sweet sensuality
I feel your fingers trace my lips
as one of them gently dips inside my mouth
I envelope it with a prophetic wetness wild
as it slides and it glides inside...
We no longer stand
you make me lie down
with guiding hand
You hove above me
discovering, touching, and tasting
My love for you
in honeyed dew
I come for you
you come in me
innocence now history
We intertwine the time
of before and now
We're set free...
How can it be?
You have made....
a woman out of the girl in me
Too late for Justin Bordner's Contest :(
Instincts of Innocence
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
White is the tiny jasmine growing in my garden
The soft snow that falls on my nose
The cumulus that drifts in the blue sky
The heart of a pristine lotus
White is gown I wore for him
And the gloved hand on his arm
The Arabian which ran wild in the desert
As mystical as the first ray of dawn
White is the baby in Mary’s arms
And the lilies in the church
The rice and confetti thrown on the bride
The veil which hides her blushing cheeks
White is the dove which brings peace
And the tiny bell that hangs on its neck
The moon that shines gently at night
The stars that shine in her eyes
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2013
Hibiscus rays of light
brings the sunrise out of darkness
with a bloom of ravishing red passion ~
Oh! How I despise her blushing optimism
and lust for life!
For I am too young to cry
but too old not to
of heartbeats ago
baby’s breath breezes
tenderly brushed us
with flawless fingers of feathery zephyrs
caressing the circle of light
surrounding the shared sentimental shell
of our pulsing rapture ~
champagne flowed voluptuously through our veins
with golden ambrosial arousal
and with every nectarous nip
of our titillating treasure
we lived as though we would love
the broken dawn-to-dark
when angels cradled
your harmonious harp against their hearts -
their teardrops of ecstasy
strumming your silvern strings
in a glorious glissando
that lifted your lustrous essence
across the bridge to bliss
somewhere beyond me and behind
the snowy veils of virtue
I am anemic
if not nothing now
by loss of innocence
in a dreamless state
but for the lurid loss that fills me ~
and my black skies storm with shrieking tears!
February 9, 2018
~ Eighth Place ~
Contest: Your Favorite Poem Written in February
Sponsor: Laura Loo
~ Ninth Place ~
Contest: Loss of an Innocent Mind
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
It occurred to me
I think more and more like a poet
Thoughts jumbled with imagery
Off in my own colourful world
Small wonder there’s a disconnect
With dusty musty pencil pushers
People whose minds have shrivelled up
Have trouble seeing art and beauty for what they are
Gifts from above
Can’t relate to people
Bent on upward and forward
People with hardened hearts
Their erected walls with tiny doors
Tightly locked with guarded keys
They look down from lofty towers
Baffled and indignant
Meaningless people like you and me
Satisfied with so little
Looking at the world
Through poet lenses
Seeing that subtle dimension
That’s invisible to most
Keeping the pathway to the heart open
The channel clear
Seeing that life’s real treasures
Are offered only
To the receptive soul
Submitted on February 9, 2018 for contest LOSS OF AN INNOCENT MIND sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEWMANN
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
Essence of Beauty
Our endless night was nothing short
of perfection but time being the thief
it couldn't steal a heart pristine.
Your love is felt in every dimention none which you share
held a certain something special
a character that was faultless.
You unknowingly leave lives in uncertainty
yet with endless possibilities
with your innocent nature and untamed soul.
But as a deep dark secret I feel I'm secreted by
the blankets you throw over it
still your spirit shines through your mind clear.
Untainted substance with a high quality being.
My love I try to resist by keeping feelings inside
in hopes that one day
you will see in me as I see in you an essence of beauty.
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018
My first doll
Smelled like chocolate
And her skin
Just as dark
I adored her
Innocent as I was
I could have
My precious doll
Could have been
The equivalent of a crime
By the worst
Kind of persecution
Me that beautiful doll
Was making damn sure
There would be
One less dirty bigot
In this bizarre world
We live in
Ever so proudly
As I clenched to my heart
My best little friend
I was blissfully unaware
I was making a statement
Back in dark days of 1962
Submitted for contests :
-AN OCTOBER PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND on October 4, 2017
-WHAT IS WHITE? sponsored by DEBBIE GUZZI on January 11, 2018 - RANKED 10TH
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2017
I am a balloon, happy and free
My friends and I brighten every party
Festival colors, waving animation
My life is all about the celebration
I wait in a corral as one by one
My friends all leave as the children come
I’m all alone now questioning why
Why has everyone passed me by
Are my colors not as bright as the rest
Up until now I thought I was the best
Oh wait, wait, here comes a little girl
All smiles and bows and cute blond curls
She’s taken my string and I’m filled with joy
We dance together she loves her new toy
I see some others lifting off to the sky
And just at that minute, I wonder why
Why can I not soar to the clouds
Flying high looking down on the crowds
Tethered to string that holds me down
My life’s too short to stay on the ground
With all of my might I pull at the knot
The little girl jumps but I can’t be caught
I look down and see her tears as they fall
The hurt in her eyes makes me feel very small
She rescued me there ... the last one left
She made me feel loved and I left her bereft
Regret overcomes me but I can’t go back
I’ve already set myself on this track
I sadly look skyward but my friends are gone
And suddenly I’m left again forlorn
Floating aimlessly on a journey I can’t stop
Before me a tree branch appears and then ... pop!
Copyright © Judith S | Year Posted 2017
Whom the horse is looking for
Every day in the scarlet breeze
It comes and taps at the door
Have you forgotten your blue cheese
Is it the one I dream of
Accompanied by the charged shiver
Especially when I am burnt out
Like the lean exhausted river
The last time I saw it
In blue light it stood
The pink link it signalled me
I was in a restless wood
I tried to recall
Where had I seen it
The tempest and the thunder squall
Then the ocean of the mist
But how come I am morose
I have got nothing to do
With this equine inquiry
Then what for the blues overdose
But the residual pink remains
I have seen it somewhere
Beside the blue Euphrates?
My another mind inquired
A Freudian explained me
Your horse misses you
Your bosom friend of the boyhood
Longs for a hue or two
He reached me a magazine
Inside I came across the faces
Of lovely blonde and black women
In very skimpy dresses
I couldn't remove my eyes
Was in a reverie
What is it, the analyst asked
Is it the equine spree?
Was the horse now inside me?
Something I felt scary
Does Mathew still hold good
Was it the visual adultery?
Dropped a dew
Are you living still
In the age of Mathew
Was it the horse
Yes, said he
Into harmless glee
And my thoughts
Last night in Paul's house
How charmingly in the sofa she lay
The tremor in the cup of tea
Now the horse again for the infidelity
I knew it for sure
It was the mental adultery
Now Mathew not alone
Beside him glared Mark
I was in a blind cone
This crimson sky how to shirk
Smiled the analyst
Without the child
You can't exist
You are living in the light speed life
It is the child that slows you down
Makes you smile amidst your strife
In the mirror you wear a crown
February 12, 2018
Loss of an Innocent Mind - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2018
Friend, you may view me as piteous
for my form is quite hideous
Bloodstained hands I cannot clean
even though I'm fastidious
I accidently killed the queen
This deed beyond my conception
I promised my queen protection
My sword I swung it in the dark
towards a ghostly reflection
It struck my Queen leaving its mark
There she lay upon the threshold
Although young I then felt so old
Dismal in spirit for I loved her true
I beg you to be swift and bold
Take my life with a blade of blue
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2017
Circling over the righteous
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 May 2018
* I had to check twice to make certain it is true that this poem of mine
was honored as POTD and that was also included in the list of the best new poems.
I sincerely thank those responsible, starting with my friends who are visiting me and
the Poetrysoup officials who took the decision. Should not forget my Muse who is
the source of this writing. God bless you!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2018
I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of mannish beauty, brawn and thews
as of a god in his unrivaled prime
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Concupiscence! Do I ache for
hopeful renewal in my loveless life
through you and for the virgins of folklore
whose maidenhood can quench my sexual strife.
Now in the autumn of my waning years,
I'm joyless and alone as old age nears.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2018