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Long poem by Greg Barden | Details

Adieu - Part 1

Do you remember?
We lay in the moonlight, exhausted and content,
Moments from perfection, skin glistening with moisture,
Salty and sweet from love - love so amazing
That it stunned us every time ...
Always better than before, and always perfect.
Even from the very first, always different and new,
Yet always the same - perfect and lost and ONE.
Feeling so entwined that we forgot
Where you ended and I began.
So incredibly mingled and joined and blended

And mixed and combined, that for an incredible moment,
A moment that always seemed to stretch to infinitude,
For that eternal moment we were no longer "we" ...
Our spirits were so completely interlaced,
That we almost felt ... alone. Lonely. As us.
But then always, somehow, enough of the world
Would slow down and let our breath
And minds catch up to our souls,
And we knew it was that amazing "we"
That had brought us here a thousand times before,
Focused to a point of energy so perfect

And loving and all-encompassing -
A kinetic rush that felt like being caught in
The thunderous curl of an ocean wave,
A wave that crashed us to shore and slowly
Rolled us over and over in the fading wash,
That ever more gently pulled us back
From the shore of ecstasy and joy,
With it's energy flowing out to the calm,
And the gentle swells reminding us
That "we" were you and I once more,
Wasted and wet and wonderfully blissful.

Do you remember? Do you?
That sexy song from Quincy's Jook Joint
Played on endless repeat, so perfectly matching 
The mood and the moonlight and the glow
Of your perfect, porcelain skin.
That amazing soft blue, moonlit skin
That I could not keep from touching,
Brushing the tips of my fingers so gently
That you almost didn't know they were there ...
So softly that they were like a dance of the breeze,
And the energy between the tips of my fingers

And the electric surface of your skin,
Would give you little shivers of pleasure.
Those spots that only I knew, but knew so well ...
The soft indent behind your knee,
The palm of your hand, the underside
Of your gently outstretched arm,
The small of your back where the dimples are,
The space from inside your ankle to your arch,
(Oh, how I delighted in your feet,
Those adorable little feet),

The delicate slope at the nape of your neck,
Those amazing lines on your lower-to-mid torso,
That drew routes from your sides to your sublime,
The gentle, curved pocket
Inside your upper thigh, and the luscious,
Creamy places they all led to.
Just the tips of my fingers like warm rain,
And your skin reacting like the drops splattering -
Little quivers of dermal arousal
That would make your breath catch in your throat,

Then release in a sigh that slayed me,
Sword-through-heart, and quietly sent me
Out of my conscious mind, urging me to repeat
The exploration of your skin, and seek out
Those silky, sultry spots once more,
But this time with the warm brush of my mouth.
Ubiquitous and thorough, everywhere ...
Slowly, softly, with the tip of my tongue
To sweeten the journey, but hungrily, too,
Like my lips had never tasted sugar,

Yet now they knew honey, nectarous and syrupy-sweet.
I'd alter between that tender touch of electricity,
(Like your skin was truly a porcelain shell,
So thin that the slightest pressure
Might crumble it's surface),
And the gentle but keen press
Of unsated hunger, adoring every inch - 
Tasting the salty sweet of you.
Like butterflies alight, your shudders
Would quicken, and your sighs would increase

In their intensity, my mind and body losing their grip
On the discipline that I employed to tease you
The way you desired ... with my hands, touch,
Mouth, breath, tongue, kiss.
Then the quest to lose ourselves
In each other would start all over again, and again,
It would be pure, and again, it would take us
To "that place", the place of endless time
And bliss and passion, swimming up each other
Like rivers, and washing back to the sea of reality.

Do you remember? Tell me you do ...
It was one of those perfect moments,
And you lay in the moonlight, looking at me
Like I was everything ... like your hunger
And longings and dreams and joy and contentment
And triumphs and pleasures and hopes
Were all complete, fulfilled, sated ... by ME.
Like I was the ONE, the only ..
Like I was the rest of your life,

And your eternity to come.
The tiny spot of moonlight glinting in your eye,
Focused on me, searching my form
And back to lock eyes ... and that smile ...
Oh, that little smile that told me everything
I ever needed to know,
That was more moonlight and starlight
And sunshine, than the heavenly objects themselves ...
That smile that wrapped my heart in it's iron grasp

The very first time I saw you,
And still has not left me to this day.
Though it's visage has been gone from me
For years, I still feel it's warmth on my skin,
I still shine it into my dark soul
When it seems the black there will never be gone.
Just the MEMORY of that smile saves my
Worthless soul from the nightmares that
Losing you has wrought the ebb of my dreams.

Do you remember? I know you do ...
You were lying there, adoring ME, (wow),
As I was adoring you,
And we both smiled at each other,
That knowing smile that proved we had just
Visited again that place so many never will,
And were now basking in the serenity
That only such a night, and such an experience,
And such music, and such love,
Could create for two people.
And as I smiled with immense joy ...

As I smiled with love and fullness ...
As I smiled with complete contentment ...
As I smiled at my soul mate ...
Tears began to stream down my face ...
And a certainty I had never before known in my life,
Struck me with the weight
Of it's horrid truth - reached deep into my being,
Warm from love, and ripped my heart into shreds.
I know not where it came from or why,
But it was the deepest truth I had ever
Experienced, and it was too much for me to bear.

(continued)

Copyright © Greg Barden | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Greg Barden | Details

One Kiss

Your silken skin gleams opaline,
Bathed in Luna's soft wash of azure ...
Like a porcelain Madonna by Michelangelo
Conjured to life by the magic of moonlight,
Your eyes open just long enough to affix mine
And affirm I'm in a mode of veneration, (you're casting the line).
 
The soft details of your visage above me
Are close enough to occupy my entire gaze,
But far enough that I can interpret your every expression,
And you're well aware of it, (setting the hook).
 
As your gentle sway attends the cadence of my heart and core,
You teasingly open your eyes just far enough
To let me know they're rolled back in an aspect of rapture,
And by seductive design
You nip your lower lip with your teeth and hold it there,
(Reeling me in, your carnal captive).
 
The beating catches in my chest and takes my breath with it,
Heaving up and arching you with it's wake.
As you take advantage of my movement,
My breath finally returns in a guttural sigh,
And as if trading an erotic dialogue,
Your supple chili pepper lips curve into a gentle smile,
Born of the knowledge that I'm now completely at your mercy.
 
The spice in your smile freezes my gaze to your mouth,
And my mind's eye conjures up fresh, plump raspberries
And whipped cream,
Making me thirst for the nectar-sweet taste of what's inside.
 
As if my thoughts were your own,
Your smile relaxes and parts just enough to tempt me
With the fleshy fruit of your tongue,
And I reach up with my right hand to the back of your head,
(My left hand has it's own quarry).
 
Weaving my fingertips through your hair,
I pull your head downward as you relax,
Until your face is just close enough to be out of reach of mine,
And you turn it quickly to the side
So it's completely bathed in moonlight,
(You know well how that slays me - the moon painting your skin).
 
Eyes still closed,
The sexy smirk returns to your face
With the confirmation, (via my sighs),
That your seductive game is having it's desired affect.
 
Repeating the process, you turn your face back toward me
And play peek-a-boo with your tongue,
Opening your smile just enough to torment me with it's moist gleam,
Bouncing playfully just inside your mouth,
As if waiting for it's first taste of ice cream.
 
You relax your neck
And I pull your head gently but firmly down again toward mine,
But as before you turn your face at the last moment,
Smile sensuously, and taunt me with your parted lips,
Your sugary tongue making more of an appearance each time.
 
After tempting me with this ritual, 'juste assez' ,
You stop one more time short of my face,
But this time it's MY mouth that stays closed.
You softly brush my lips with the tip of your tongue and wait,
As I continue my role now of the reluctant lover,
Turning the tables of this tease, (if only in my mind).
 
We both know it's all for show, however,
And that you're in complete control of the game,
Holding all the carnal cards, as it were.
 
Very slowly and deliberately,
Your eyes finally open and hook with mine,
The reflected light of the moon just enough
To sparkle life Into that gaze that RUINS me -
Sullen and vulnerable and YOURS -
 
Yours, to the depths of my bare soul, where I can't run or hide
Or escape the grasp of your heart on my very being,
Where love's visceral truth cries out for it's own knowledge,
Where it longs to be consumed by it's own passionate hatred
For anything that isn't US.
 
My breath is gone again,
And this time it keeps catching in my gut,
And I keep gasping for it's return,
But that LOOK holds me boundless,
As my body holds yours.
 
Our spirits are melded so completely
That I almost feel ALONE,
We are so much one element that "we" feels like "I",
And it terrifies me.
How can I be looking into your eyes
And feel so completely taken by you
That I AM you, and you I?
 
I have to close my eyes for an instant,
Just long enough to remember where I am and WHO I am,
And when I open them again yours are closed, (thank god),
And my breath finally returns in a massive surge of adrenaline,
My dopamine-filled blood rushing throughout,
My skin awakening to your touch.
 
I look up at you
And the sexy, knowing smile is still warming your face,
(My reward is close now).
 
My hand is still on the back of your head,
And I relax my grip just enough to let your hair fall,
And you shake it gently so it now hangs about your face,
Framing it like an angel's halo.
 
I very softly pull your face down toward mine one more time,
(Still smiling, I'm helpless before you),
And just before your nose touches mine
You twist your head slightly to match me,
And your hair falls thickly between our mouths.
 
At last I am rewarded for my patience,
At last you reel in your helpless catch ...
Having driven me to the brink,
You finally take pity on me.
 
With your mouth open, I drink you in
Like a man who has crossed a desert without water -
Spicy smile, raspberry lips, creamy tongue, angel hair,
A salty tinge from your glistening skin -
All are a honey tangle in our mouths,
Stirred by a love, passion, and closeness unimaginable.
 
I close my eyes and give in to it ALL,
Letting you take me ...
Willing to do all you wish ...
I am home, I am complete,
I am fulfilled and nourished and quenched ...
I am a fool for your kiss ...
I am YOURS.

(Written October 2, 2016)

Copyright © Greg Barden | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Debbie Duncan | Details

BY THE SEA

PART One,,,, as she saw it.


The mountains and the meadows were always so beautiful this time of year.  It seemed as if a fresh new world always came to life. The high cliffs turned sharply downward.  As I sat listening to the ocean tides smashing against the walls of the mountain below. There was a mild breeze blowing from the south. The grass in the flower covered meadows moved with the breeze. The sun shined so brightly I thought it would melt me at times.

As I stood up from the log where I was sitting by the emerald forest, the breeze pressed my dress against me. It formed to the soft round curves of my breast, down through the curves of my waist pushing against my yielding hips. As I blinked from the sun, I saw him there in the distance. I had thought I was alone. But there he was,  starring straight at me. What would I do and where could I turn? I knew what kinds of thoughts men had, my mother told me all about them. I saw that he was beginning to move my way!

 I saw him there as he saw me. I was paralyzed, not knowing what direction to move. Though as I watched him from afar, he did not seem dangerous as my mother always warned. Still, I could hear her words like a tape recorder in the back of my mind.
               
 Should I dare take my eyes from his? I could see his eyes were dark, maybe brown, or even midnight blue.  Whatever the color, I could tell they were smoldering with restrained passions. His hair was long to his shoulder blades. I knew that because it moved with the wind.  He had broad shoulders with long legs. I knew I must not let him reach me. If his arms entangled me, surely I would never get loose. And, I'm not sure I would want too. Even though I heard the words of my mother, running in my head.
 I could feel the tiny beads of sweat trickling down between my breasts. I was not sure I should take my eyes from him as I leaned down to pick up the fan that had slipped from my hand to my bare feet.

PART ONE,,,, As he saw it.

  The winter snow had melted and yielded to the bright warming rays of the spring sun.  The bears had come out of hibernation with their newborn looking for food. The mountains and the meadows were born again, new, fresh and alive with life.  Everything was beautiful and as it should be. Birds singing, their mating songs blended with the crash of the surf against the steep cliffs of the mountain. Nature was at peace with itself, and I came here to share in this peace.  To be alone with the earth, or so I thought.  

I found a place to sit on the grass hidden among the flowers in the high meadows.  So I could enjoy the gentle breeze blowing while watching the forest animals. The warm sun caressed my body and warmed me. It was a perfect day, yet something was missing. A day like this needed to be shared with someone, someone special.  Stretching,  I caught a slight movement out of the corner of my eye, just across the enchanted forest of beautiful women. It couldn't be possible as no one knew of this place. I had come here for years and had never seen another person before. Yet, there she was. Dressed in a dress the wind made love to, pressing it to her body. Clinging to the sensual curves of her breast, down to her firm waist and full inviting hips. I suddenly felt drawn to her and stood up. I knew she had seen me as she was starring back at me, as I stood staring back at her. She was a vision. And I was afraid she would vanish if I approached her. Yet, she seemed to be smiling, calling to me as I started walking towards her. I remember the stories my grandmother had told me of the enchantresses that lived in this forest, but I did not hesitate. I would give to her anything she wanted, anything she desired.

As I approached her I realized she was real. She seemed to be looking at me, daring me to come closer. All the stories of the enchantress my grandmother had told me flooded my mind with a warning. Yet, she was so beautiful, so inviting and I couldn't take my eyes from her. I was slowly losing control with each and every step that brought me closer to her. I knew I was lost as I felt the heat of my desire to be with her, starting to take control. It was a struggle not to run to this beautiful creature, with the golden hair, and angelic face.  As I came closer I couldn't help but notice her sensual breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. She seemed to be smiling, challenging me with everything that made her a beautiful, desirable woman. A woman this sensual, this beautiful, this desirable was surely the enchantress, and I was hers. As a bee is drawn to the flower, I was being drawn to this women.

Suddenly she reached down to pick something up. It was just then I noticed she was barefoot.  As she bent over to retrieve what she had dropped, the sun reflected off her spun gold hair. and radiated a golden brightness that was almost blinding.  Her dress shifted allowing me to see that her body enhanced her dress, rather than the dress enhancing her body. She would look beautiful in anything she wore.  The heat of my desire for her was beginning to consume me with its fire. I felt the beginnings of ~

   

   Nov. 18, 1992,,,, a Short story I started to write, A friend asks if he could write from a male's point of view.

Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Maurice Yvonne | Details

Hot And Cold Comes The Night


LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION You must know I cried yesterday and I think I broke the world so I braided some words into twine planted some sweet and sour coated seeds I grew free standing expressions and then I joined them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST FIVE I loved you centuries before we were born. You lived in my dreams before I ever slept. When others wasted time picking flowers I waited for when it was time to pick you. Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner. You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space. Your desire for them would melt away the ice age. I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past. I want to be that magician who does not bother with illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden. TWO We were at the fair, joviality in the air. A memory filed, I was a young child holding balloons floating round like full moons in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine. If I had not let go of them. If I hadn't watched them as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt. Hope gloats, hope floats. either your way or just away. THREE sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot to walk barefoot........on the concrete path still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that. sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer... with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock... revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever SEVEN ours was a paper mâché love living in a cut out cardboard home with a macaroni art painted lawn and nothing real to call our own nothing solid that we could hold. we tried stacking lego bricks but you have to be able to pop your cheek to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build. the castle we assembled didn't pass the test. so much for fairy tales - hello reality check. we rolled the dice but our thimble went straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped. can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!" we fell through the bunny hole where i - jack fell ddddownnn nnnnnnn and broke my crown and you - jill came tumbling aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr EIGHT it is a choreographed ballet our love stands strong legs at the base digging deep build roots delicate hands branched out reach high long slim fingers define twigs draw space the body of our trunk thick sweet filled music fills our human needs one sound wind pixies dance meticulously the air sunlight leaks effectively through dark spots lifts carries holds and shapes our smiles it is a choreographed ballet our love in sync our bodies their senses once immersed in I now us ONE I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch. NINE Always, no matter the roar or intensity of the storm how severe the attack even out of the norm Always, i offer my hand with sincerity aim to deal with it peacefully. Always! SIX then suddenly it hits like a swarm of locus. a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom. every bone stiffens, when I move, a sound of dead dried out forest twigs breaking against the boots of hikers echoes in the confined space of my skull. i reach for a pill slowly it dissolves under my tongue i wait and i wait and i wait ... my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap. i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive ...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive. FOUR there is a deafening hush... silently raging through the core of my existence...still...I am humbled by the light and the love I have witnessed in my brief appearance...........here on Earth there is a river...that walks at my side... walks with me........at the same stride... April 14 2015 Armand

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Neo Masetlane | Details

Strawberry Sweet

STRAWBERRY SWEET 
Strawberry scent 
At the picnic place
Late in the afternoon
Birds singing up in the trees
With the joy of spring season`

The basket half empty all the pies gone
Red wine from one glass, but we had two
Leaning on the tree buck 
She lay on my lap
Pen and booklet on my palms
A bowel of strawberries she had with her

For every line I jot
Every dream we make
And image of the future we draw
Is rewarded by half fruit dipped in plain yogurt…

The previous night the ground experienced shallow falls. Young grass all covered in dew in the morning of the first Saturday of the season. Pleasant weather it was, for the nature was at joy. It was the day he was waiting for, his day off from the rest of the world but a day to build his world within. Waking up and sent a morning text that says “good morning love, see you later”. By that time she was still enjoying the comfort of the last hour morning nap. She just picked the phone with a smile, as if she knew it saw him. She rubbed her eyes, stretched her arms facing the small ceiling of her apartment, uptown, well-decorated to her likes with white and bright colors that match her smile. 

He left his crib and went straight to the city center. With so much life in him, he was walking like he got springs on his legs. Everyone could see that the world was his, as he greeted every man, woman, child, baby and even the pets in the streets. Happy he was, “good morning” he uttered as he lifted his hat a bit. He slid into the bank, folded his long sleeved untacked shirt as he head to the counter. Once more, he greeted, the fair looking lady behind the desk. He was responded by a welcome smile and went straight to business. He was withdrawing money from his savings account. One could notice that he was in the intention of rewarding himself, little they knew.

On the other side of the side, she was expecting a visit, but that morning the feeling was different. She had the baby joy from within she couldn’t explain what it was for. She got off bed with a melody. She had those expectations of an outing and she went straight to freshening everything around the place. With the windows wide open, to let the after rain scent in, she let out her beautiful voice to the world. Hanging on his walls were framed photos of her as the sing leader from high. She was and still has the talent of course. Soon as she was done positioning things around, she went for the shower and had her time in there. 

He took his time, making sure everything was done well and well done. He wanted to make a call to tell her they are going out but his gut didn’t allow him. He flipped his leg across and calms balanced on the bicycle seat. That was just a few minutes after he purchased it. It wasn’t like any other bike any young man of mid-twenties would go for. It was the bike of the nineties, the tall simple and slim white wall wheels of our grandfathers. It has a carrier over the rear wheel, wide enough to carry his grocery; he placed his basket, well tightened to not spoil anything. On the front wheel was another flat metal frame like carrier, it has its own purpose too. He began paddling uptown right away.

As she was straightening her hair, looking at herself on the mirror there was a knock, she hurried with a smile. She paused and took a deep breath. On the other side of the door, he waited, with one arm folded and other holding his chin. He tilted his head and his eyes aiming right at the door knob, he couldn’t wait to meet his gaze with hers. Suddenly the door opened, like an angel she did it again, the lady with blue eyes, this time she was bright. She was in her favorite, the rainbow stripped with flat shoes on. He took a step towards her, she did it too, he offered his hand, and instead she let her waist to be wrapped around by him. ‘Princess…’ he said, ‘my Prince’ she responded. Closer he was leaning on and she was running out of breath, at that moment their hearts were beating at the same pace, at once. Her left arm rested on his shoulder, the right side let loose down and palms and fingers interlocked. With the gaze on her sparkling blue eyes, he swiftly went for the ear, he whispered, “let’s go to the park, I see you are already dressed for the occasion already”.

Copyright © Neo Masetlane | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Peter Dome | Details

Perfumed Letter

My darling sweet sweet  love Pete
its been over three long months seems like eternity now since you departed and my world stopped
And my sun became cold
 
I miss you more with each breath and I take
Every heart beat beats for you and only you my love
How are you they say the war will be over by xmas
I try to imagine what it's like over there in France
I hope you are fed well  and the war will be over soon
 Must seem strange to be so faraway when you never even left the village before
 
Great news Mr Higginbotham
Has promsed you a position as an apprentice at his office on your return!
With great prospects oh it makes me happy
 
I stand by the bay window looking out  like a lost soul every single waking moment
waiting for you to come home safe to me
And take You to my breast once more and feel your warm embrace
And your tickly mustachie on my skin again
I dream about you all the time
 
Mr Kitchner has told us to be strong and carry on
I've heard some terrible rumours about the war over there
In the village but don't believe such a place exists
 
Strange to see the milkman Bob in uniform
His wife like most women now are taking over the mens jobs
Ma ma says'' it's not befitting a lady to wear trousers
How shameful wouldn't happen in her day oh no''
 
Your Aunt Bessie is in hospital having an operation on her leg she sends her love
Diasy wanted me to go to the pictures to see Charlie Chaplin
But I declined I can't think of anything but you
I looked in the mirror today and saw you looking back
 
Oh and guess what
The squire has a motorcar yes, I seen it myself on the back road
A little man with a red flag ran in front
Frightend all the horses Mr Figgs wasn't too pleased with his dray.
I was in the post office on snail hill
And Mrs Stubbs let me us  the new telephone yes!
Here's me Mrs Stubbs told me to shout'' Ahoy there''
I phoned My uncle Jim why I couldn't belive when he replied I tell you.
it was so clear I thought he was in the room ha ha
 
Mr and Mrs Pettinger next door their  dog Button has had a litter of puppies
Oh they send their greetings, They say I can have one
Thought it be company while your away I'll call it smiler after you
 
Haaaa...... I miss you so I wonder what you are doing both day and night
Miss Smith the seamstress has made me a new dress
I bought it with some money I've been saving in my piggy bank
The same lady who made my wedding dress you know tall well spoken you know
Do you remember Mr bluette when his camera exploded in a puff of smoke
Chocked the lot of us ha ha it's funny now
I had it made especially for you darling for your return and renewel of our voes
 Molly told Sally and Sally told me there's a flu pandemic or something sweeping many countries
Hope it doesn't come here
Mary had ten children all told died of a fever years ago
All buried together in the church yard remember
 
I pressed the flower you gave me the day you left to go to war
In the Bible It will stay with me always to the grave
 
They say this war will end all wars is that true?
You looked like a proper man all smart like in your uniform
I was so proud
the girls in the village were so so jealous
Seventeen and so handsome
 
I wait and wait my love and hope one day soon
You'll walk through the garden gate and shout ''Peaches'' as you always do
And we walk hand in hand by the old oak on to the bejewelled meadow
Adorned with dainty butter cups
The place you proposed and gave your hear to me
Then ypu lay me down on a bed of clover
with the naked sky looking down
And the warm sun caress our bare skin
And the soft breeze gently teases stroking our bodies as you give yourself to me
As the day we wed
Oh what rapture what bliss I hunger for you so so much!
I pray your safe return and read your letters to me over and over
Keep them close to my heart
I am nothing wthout you But everything with you
Oh how my heart yearns for thee
I must go and put our kitty to bed oh sisters
stay safe my love Your girl your faithful wife
 
Ann x




Peter Dome. Copyright.2017.


Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by James Kelley | Details

As the Castle Fell

For every step I take toward the sun,
the spark that lit the fire inside me dwindles.
History slated on unforgiving stone erodes;
A weakly chiseled dream.
But I will remember it all,
and tongues shall breed these words
and hold them with intent.
Oh, how we have fallen!
Mighty and meek alike.
We were once just, and strong.
But greatness has cast down it's
poisoned banquet and corrupted hearts
that once bled for glory.
It is with a bitter tongue I speak these words!
Remember the reason we set foot outside
of our city gates.
Remember the certainty in your hearts;
that we men would give people hope!
Hope for life without malice.
Hope for a life of freedom!
A chance for prosperity!
                   ...but what prosperity have we given?
Short of the bountiful throng of arrows that have captured
the eyes of this land and left it's people in fear?
Does a just King rule with the might of fear?!
Or does a King rule with compassion?
I ask you men,
you loyal few.
What would you have me do?
Would you have me slaughter this woman;
this beautiful princess of her people and take her
home as a prize for conquest merely because her
husband was the one that stood in the way?
Is her beauty the cost of her life?
She has wronged not one of us,
and yet you Brakkdus scoff at the thought of
her surviving her King. Why?
Here I thought men of honor followed me,
I thought men of courage swung my blades!
And, yet you fear this woman who could no
sooner do you harm than your own from the
bed that you left her in!
No, Princess Xavia shall survive her King
and remain here with her people.
I refuse to conquer the land of a tyrant,
only to settle for it's fallen ruler's morality!
If that does not befit you, then surely I am not your King.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
 
 
Princess Xavia's Response
 
 
I stand with humility before such valor
My people have borne
the burden of swords and arrows,
they are silent with fear and trembling before you
Which would be yours
to burden them with once again
yet you offer them freedom
and me my life...when you could shame not only me
but those who are entrusted to me
I would prefer to fall upon the blades of your men
than to become flesh passed amongst them
the destiny of a woman
who has became the chattel of a lost victory
My blood be shed before such shame
be cast upon me
Yet you.... you have offered me back my Kingdom
and restored my name
 
Gallant your soul in the shadow of such a night
beneath the dark stars
where only the flames of a burnt, ashen city
provide any warmth for my grieving people
You have offered them hope
through a frail vessel such as myself,
such honor is seldom written upon the hearts of men
in days such as these
Your compassion is a light in this darkness
these times inscribed with blood
such is this age,
when the voice of stones speak more gently
than the hearts of men
 
Dark are these days and black is the moon
of these nights,
in these lost reveries we journey through
dreams that have become nightmares
Yet strength has arisen in one man,
a leader who throws light back
at the fallen stars
granting the nights a moment of solace
for your honor has returned hope
a light stronger than blaze of the midday sun
 
And as I take back my broken people
we shall take refuge in your kindness and in that light of lights
shall we rebuild this Kingdom,
our sanguine ties shall bind us
and we will rise.
 
 
I gratefully accept my life
returned to me through your kind hands
And secretly, within a whisper
it is my prayer
that when I look upon your countenance
and the time comes
that I shall gaze into your eyes again
it shall be as the queen you have restored
to her throne and to her people
and who keeps quietly within the space between her heartbeats
gratitude...
and the hope that she will share her throne
beside yous
should you find her efforts and her heart
worthy.
 
 
 
(c)  Katherine Wyatt 2013

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by liam mcdaid | Details

Celtic Dreams

The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye. 
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while Angels bathe in the springs of an everlasting and radiant beauty. 
The Soul grasps at memories enfolding within fields of emerald green, 
where the sun kisses the golden barley as it dances softly to a warm, 
beautiful breeze. 

I see my blessed star once more awaiting me upon the great golden plain, 
enchanting the beautiful songbirds’ sweet melodies, and holding the air 
one breathes. I come on the breath of a sigh, as the haunting Celtic pipes
are calling breathlessly to your adoring beauty, with true angelic music
playing wondrous tunes to you over the mountains forever more.

From the Kingdom of Arrach, I stand looking out over a magical mountain
river from which mighty waters roar, and find deep ethereal senses pure
where the inner eye sees through murky depths, on the edge of a dark 
mysterious voyage toward the dreams of my past. Stars twinkle in an 
azure sky, and within these stars my Diamond Queen is shining, as liquid
gold melts blending gently with radiant colors of a misted celestial light. 

I stand as the true power of an ancient time, and the past lives live on
within my warrior heart. High above the mountain an eagle spreads its
wings, evoking the horizon, and sounding soft echoes as an affectionate
calling. My beloved, this Celtic heart beats only for you. Come to me from 
your star, and we shall join once more, uniting dreams under the sleeping
eyelids, and later awaken the whispers in the seed and pollen floating in 
the enchanted night air.

The eagle circling ever so slowly in descending circles, with a halo vision, 
falling to the spirit of Celtic beauty. A flaming heart burns once more, you
come as promised, eclipsing upon this earth. I kneel before you my gracious
one to softly kiss your breathless petals. A thousand dreams take flight. The
lonely wolf on the highest pinnacle of Arrach awaits his love as the eagle flies
in search of a new Celtic dream to be reborn into this life. 

Lighting moonbeams dance with the shadows of sparkling starlight glistening
silver, born into an existence from a black void of nothingness. The wolf and 
the eagle shall now join as one in human shape and form. It’s at this moment
that new legends arise in the sunsets, holding your slender fingers to my heart 
with a deepest joy that skips inside a chain that kisses your every command.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         And now behold the glory of the coming, as light explodes in such colored hues. 
If I could blow onto your hair a gentle whisper where a Soul floats, breathing
warm treasure sparkles, with one very special gleam. Once more King Aird Righ
and his Diamond Queen come forth to redeem again the mantle of Celtic glory
and storied greatness. 

A gift gem of a thousand lifetimes, beyond dreams of sweet honey, awakening 
in the morning I bask in your very light and mythical presence. On the breath
of a sigh you come from your peaceful sleep, called by our Love speaking from
our ancient time, and with each passing moon, I sense while gazing at the stars
ineluctable feelings and emotions as the divine dewdrops of the morning speak.

You are the greatest jewel these blue eyes shall ever see—a diamond shining 
bright in my darkest hours—you are my love Supreme. This Soul calls over the
ocean waves, as each echo in your voice ripples like a tiny humming bird with
its heart beating so rapidly and flowering kisses on your soft and sweet dreams.

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 25, 2015) (Free Verse)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gary Bateman | Details

Celtic Dreams

Celtic Dreams

The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye. 
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while Angels bathe in the springs of an everlasting and radiant beauty. 
The Soul grasps at memories enfolding within fields of emerald green, 
where the sun kisses the golden barley as it dances softly to a warm, 
beautiful breeze. 

I see my blessed star once more awaiting me upon the great golden plain, 
enchanting the beautiful songbirds’ sweet melodies, and holding the air 
one breathes. I come on the breath of a sigh, as the haunting Celtic pipes
are calling breathlessly to your adoring beauty, with true angelic music
playing wondrous tunes to you over the mountains forever more.

From the Kingdom of Arrach, I stand looking out over a magical mountain
river from which mighty waters roar, and find deep ethereal senses pure
where the inner eye sees through murky depths, on the edge of a dark 
mysterious voyage toward the dreams of my past. Stars twinkle in an 
azure sky, and within these stars my Diamond Queen is shining, as liquid
gold melts blending gently with radiant colors of a misted celestial light. 

I stand as the true power of an ancient time, and the past lives live on
within my warrior heart. High above the mountain an eagle spreads its
wings, evoking the horizon, and sounding soft echoes as an affectionate
calling. My beloved, this Celtic heart beats only for you. Come to me from 
your star, and we shall join once more, uniting dreams under the sleeping
eyelids, and later awaken the whispers in the seed and pollen floating in 
the enchanted night air.

The eagle circling ever so slowly in descending circles, with a halo vision, 
falling to the spirit of Celtic beauty. A flaming heart burns once more, you
come as promised, eclipsing upon this earth. I kneel before you my gracious
one to softly kiss your breathless petals. A thousand dreams take flight. The
lonely wolf on the highest pinnacle of Arrach awaits his love as the eagle flies
in search of a new Celtic dream to be reborn into this life. 

Lighting moonbeams dance with the shadows of sparkling starlight glistening
silver, born into an existence from a black void of nothingness. The wolf and 
the eagle shall now join as one in human shape and form. It’s at this moment
that new legends arise in the sunsets, holding your slender fingers to my heart 
with a deepest joy that skips inside a chain that kisses your every command.  
                                                                                                       
And now behold the glory of the coming, as light explodes in such colored hues. 
If I could blow onto your hair a gentle whisper where a Soul floats, breathing
warm treasure sparkles, with one very special gleam. Once more King Aird Righ
and his Diamond Queen come forth to redeem again the mantle of Celtic glory
and storied greatness. 

A gift gem of a thousand lifetimes, beyond dreams of sweet honey, awakening 
in the morning I bask in your very light and mythical presence. On the breath
of a sigh you come from your peaceful sleep, called by our Love speaking from
our ancient time, and with each passing moon, I sense while gazing at the stars
ineluctable feelings and emotions as the divine dewdrops of the morning speak.

You are the greatest jewel these blue eyes shall ever see—a diamond shining 
bright in my darkest hours—you are my love Supreme. This Soul calls over the
ocean waves, as each echo in your voice ripples like a tiny humming bird with
its heart beating so rapidly and flowering kisses on your soft and sweet dreams.

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 25, 2015) (Free Verse)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Robert Ronnow | Details

Shade

             Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Washington was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of commerce, barrooms and boards of directors, the known and unknown. No one of course is completely unknown. I was known for my tragic love life. She had found another man, a backwoods man, living on the land but not above a night on the town, who according to her would wipe snot on his pants, a statement of poverty or thrift or anger against the niceties of society. All of us heated our hovels with wood but only the rich burned hardwoods, me and probably this guy were softwood gatherers.

            There were few aspects to my life. First, I can remember a nook in the kitchen of the house I shared with a beautiful faceless woman who wore a ring in her nose where I wrote and watched flocks of unidentified birds comb a tree for seeds. This particular day the sky was blue with clean pillowy cumulus clouds floating toward Puget Sound. I believe all the poems written in that nook have been forgotten by their author.

            Nights, for entertainment, I would wander the aisles of the supermarket, admiring everything and buying nothing. I had no money. The fluorescent lighting, clean straight neat shelving and floors, warmth and the fact I could identify nobody attracted me. I lived on cream cheese and honey sandwiches eating them leaning against the kitchen sink. Thinking go back to New York City which is what I ultimately did. Drove cross country nonstop three days and three nights seeing and feeling nothing.

           This was during the Reagan recession inherited from Carter. I'm unclear how presidents affect your life but good or bad, democrat or whig, alive or dead you've got to get a job, which I did. I supervised the living arrangements of developmentally disabled adults in what I thought were humorous contexts that gave no offense. They were beautiful and incorrigible having regular sex without protection. Normally harmless they'd sometimes have altercations with their neighbors. I balanced the checkbooks, paid the bills. Supposedly teaching living skills, I had few of my own as evidenced by my sleeping on the floor, I had no bed. One mature woman colleague judged me a short-timer living a useless fantasy about big cities. Still lost in my own history, still didn't know the calculus.

            I had a dog, Shade, black lab, leftover from my near-marriage until she realized I had no economic prospects, no interest in further sex or her logger boyfriend, and a complete inability to translate or imagine nesting and gestation. Like Aaron, my homework comes to me in daily disconnected increments. Shade lived in my gray van, a Dodge slant six, which I could never afford to fix. Once the driveshaft disconnected from the rear axle and I tied it on with rope. Drove 60 miles on a knot. Shade was hyper and sad, both. He smelled bad but was a good dog with a lonely heart. When my wife who wasn't a wife finally found a boyfriend who wouldn't wipe snot on his pant leg they took Shade to British Columbia where I believe he runs free on a vast estate by the sea. I once beat Shade like a slave because he attacked a small dog out of frustration and loneliness and until I had kids and started saying and doing things just as bad to humans it was the lowest meanest moment of my life. The farmer who saw it will never forget or forgive it.

            Having confessed all this there's just one last fact to tell. The mountains were cold, the waters clear, deep snow and shadows.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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