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Trusted on sight
Lost in words

I wonder what colors he would use for me?

Like an expensive painting in a museum
You intrigued me,
Stopped me dead in my tracks

Such intelligence wrapped in delicacy
Careful words change to careless laughter
You are the most astonishing piece

Nervous fiddling
Strangers once maybe

I could feel your soul reaching
Digging deep for something unknown to you
Let me help,
I have a light

Eccentric and living golden
In a land of mountains and wind

My light stayed lit
As I said nothing
You worked, you searched
You paused and looked up

By accident, our eyes met
And I've been wondering ever since

What colors would he use for me?

We don't trust the rich man with our money,
and we don't trust the homeless man either.
So maybe money has nothing to do with it.
You say your moving on
I'm happy for you, I guess
But I'm unfulfilled and lacking closure
And that's when I'm at my best

Words come difficult to me
Especially when I speak
But I can't leave the past behind
and move on to what I seek

So many questions
So little answers
And we're running out of time

We lied to much
Didn't cry enough
While we act like we're all fine
Whit Howland
not much for you
by way of kind words

but i have to say
i love the silver beads

of morning dew
on lawns

with summer

Whit Howland © 2020
Imitation is a form of love.  An original.
Unlit Raven
From ashes to ashes.
Body, heart, mind and soul.

If only all the thing I touch,
Would melt and turn to gold.

The sun beams on this day,
Tomorrow a gloom drifts in.

Water seeps into the earth
Flowers bloom from within.

If life can be so simple,
To satisfy from breath and kin.

Why do we toil, sweat and strive,
For money, work and sin.
Han Drew
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
Nat Lipstadt
the undulating structure of the sea, woman

~for Megan Sherman~

you message me a brief, sweet like of
my poem's structure,  describing it as
"undulating like the sea."

you deserve much more that I can now provide,
the hour late, yet your succinct observation
engages my retinas deeper into oceans of imagination.

but told to "turn off the light,",
a standard life intrusion,
so for once in my life,
perhaps brevity, may here gain the upper hand.

but probably not.
no, this poem does not undulate.

I live by the sea, and its habits, guises and habitués,
her stockings and high heels, and come hither looks,
well known to me. Ha! most nights it even feeds me.

as I compose, she hides quiet, fifty yards away, no more,
causing no trouble tonight, yet seen it don and unmask
a schizophrenia of multiple personalities most terrible
in minutes as short as seconds.

rage and frothy spit, begging she be allowed to
swallow whole men and ship, harboring monsters,
that populate the nightmares of one called Jonah me.

her murdering riptides and lunar tricks
that are mathematically calculable and therefore predictable,
even then, wise man still most helpless charmed by
the fake news of the surficial, gentile, ladylike, curtsying, cutesy lapping, waving oh hello waves,
drown us with the greatest of ease,
which is what I think you mean when you say
the sea **** be undulating, performing its best and finest trickery.

yes, the sea is a women and its fluidity, nonpareil.

Have you ever seen a woman undulate?
see my notes below;

when the sea or a woman undulate,
things too oft die.  

this poem is unstructured, its heartbeat,
arrhythmic, and now, well, lady past midnight,
indeed, unhappy, unsure of the why of this poem,
its purpose undefined but you said:


causing the sovereignty of my *un
to see a ballerina, her arms, moving unnaturally,
laying herself down to die

did I forget to mention
this poem was born on the ferry crossing the sea,
required to reach the island keep where
the home that I now lay prone in bed now writing
almost, soon enough,
"the end,"
having read your words, felt a poem instant birthing,
as the bow cut thru calm, undulating waves
while a storm in my eyes, the rancor of experience screamed,
my aminotic fluids joining the waters beneath my feet,
your words caused

and a ballerina waving arms swept me low,
asking, imploring,
watch me undulate unto death

and better now I understand the why of you,
for we both ****** addicts,
enslaved by the undulating
arms of our muses, and this then,
the nature of our
shared genius

so be wary of the sea, and writing, the ****** of poetry addiction,
given half a chance,
you will quite happily drown
when they both beckon,
come hither.*

8-19-17 ~ 8-20-17
11::04 pm - 3:24am

an amazing thing to see
Mrs Anybody
is a
scary thing

it gives you
way too much
over someone else

and it
makes you
lose control
far too
also check out my other poems!  :)
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
I am here and now
Forever wishing you’d stop
Chasing tomorrow
Jesse stillwater
Healing leaves are now disrobed branches
on the edge of this wilderness.
Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinel
over 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves
expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffolds
adorned with a lime-grey lichen lace
Nature is my refuge — solid ground to stand
in this harmony and peacefulness.

Jesse Stillwater — December 2018
Left as a comment yesterday, mused by "Healing Leaves" by Reena Sharma:
Your words, are as beautiful as a golden sunrise.
Your words, inspire many and encourage them too.
Your words,  brings great healing upon many people.
Because God uses your Huge heart desires here too.
Your words,  are filled with great love and great desires.
Your words, are filled with an heart that loves others purely.
Your words, will help many to over-come many obstacles.
pen name
i was a mark for a con artist
and your vampirical gain
taking my life force
keeping me close
invested with every bit of loss
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
like a hurricane
you came to me
and made a mess
then left my heart
in shattered pieces
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
If black are His skies
Clear blue I will be

For He wades in such waters
Of darkness unseen

Soft kisses for Him
Hard punches for me

I immerse in His sickness
I bathe in His sea

Blue-eyed and poison
Moon-eyed is she

My Lunar Amore,
In limbo are we
Moon Cherry
There’s a universe inside of you,
But I’m just a little star.
Once my light is out,
There'll be none of me.
You gaze, admired it, then you close your eyes to sleep. Only to wake for the Sun.
When all you want to hear
When all you want to feel
Are raindrops falling

I wish I could curl up in the wood
Could gaze as long as I want to look
At leaves falling

Could take in all the sunshine
Did not have to watch the time
From passing by

Songbirds chirping
Wildlife lurking
idyllic and peaceful

Oh what would life be
If I just could be me
I want to be free
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
I love The Beach Boys
I grew up in California
It’s like a part of your identity
When you’re a Californian
I love surfer girl and wouldn’t it be nice
They’re my favorite songs
But there is one song I hate to hear
It brings up a sadness and will bring me to tears
Everyone loves that song
It’s pretty much the first song you think of when you think about beach boys songs
It’s funny because the painful memory went in tuned to the song
I remember picking you up from the docks
Your ship just came into dock
After a long 6 months apart
The air was salty but I loved the smell
That meant you were coming home
Oh how I still love that smell
I remember you getting in the car
The radio was on
You and mom started arguing
So she turned up the radio
Kokomo was on
I used to love the song
I remember Kermit the frog singing the song
I listened to the melody and lyrics trying to ignore your screaming
That’s when I knew
You were leaving
I wished at that moment I was at Kokomo
That’s where you wanna go to get away from it all
Down in Kokomo
Zye Aldehyde
break my heart and you'll see memories of sunset, sunrise, skies in pretty colors, rain and flowers

break my heart and you'll see a map of galaxies

break my heart and you'll see laughter and smiles of children

break my heart and you'll see all of these in shattered pieces
waiting amongst them,
bitter smile in the rain, like
cherry lip gloss pain
Salmabanu Hatim
My heart beats for you,
I adore your smile,
I always think of taking you out for dinner,
But, I hear you eat a lot,
I am afraid my wallet cannot handle the bill.😜
Mrs Timetable
My hand was so skinny
Yours strong and gentle
We connected them together
So nervous to touch
We were the observatory
The new couple
How did we look?
I felt safe
Yours so warm
A mans hands I never held
In this way for love
I still grab these hands
When I feel sad and or glad
Always to feel safe
Even to calm my cries
Or my pains
There to heal me
Make me know everything’s ok
They are so smart
They teach
They write
But best of all they hold me
And they said “I do” and
They most certainly do
Thank you for having two
First time we held hands I remember like yesterday. It was at an Observatory
i never thought that
longing could break apart ribs
but now my heart knows
a haiku about missing her
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Stephen E Yocum
Some, you Meet?
Some you meet are hollow,
Some have hides of steel,
Some are craven, witless dogs
While some know how you feel.
Most ambulate with caution, friend,
Tread the middle path
And then once, in a lifetime,
You’ll find that man with heart!
He’ll stand there like a solid rock
Deflect abuse and shame,
He’ll fight for trust with passion
He’s proud to bear his name.
He’ll shake your hand in kinship
And support you to the end….
That rarity in human kind,
That finding is your FRIEND!

2 July 2020
Taranaki NZ
Dedicated with warmth to my very, very few, real friends.... but in particular to my old comrade in arms, Stephen E. Yocum
Written by
Marshal Gebbie  75/M/"Foxglove", Taranaki, NZ

Stephen E Yocum  comment/reply,
I am not the weepy sort,
but not too proud to shed
a tear when the emotions
of my spirit are moved by
family or friends, I have
known thousands of people
in my 75 years of life but very
few that I call my "Brother",
friends in a category all their
own, friends elevated to the
status of a loved family member.
That we two share this bond
of many years grants me leave
for thankful tears.

Your poem is a special gift,
thank you brother Marsh.
Agony presides
Lovers quarrel, hearts riven
Pain ends with a touch
Of all the drugs I've been inflicting,

your personality has got to be the most addicting.
Johnny's Brother
When the man finally stopped
he could, no longer
smell the roses.
Did you ever think
When you created a life
The monster was you
One to think about! Big Penny dreadful fan!
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Washed my hands in ***** water
To cleanse my deepest sins
Caught a ride on a dragonfly
Oh, the places I’ve been
Spent those days in an endless maze
LSD induced
Took my blade and cut my way
Through the issues of my youth

Deaf and blind I knew it all as I shook my angry fist
Clarity met me here at the bottom of life’s pit

Do we cross a point of no return
Do we step beyond to live and learn
If evil’s tempted by all that’s good
Perhaps the scheme is misunderstood
My demon fights for love within
It’s a consuming flame that never ends

As he threw the silver at their feet
He could taste his bitter wicked deed
It festered in his immortal soul
His beliefs became his greatest foe

 So dare to put this to the test
And learn to love yourself the best.
Shadows of lost souls roam to and fro or move on.
Riley Cartwright
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When that weights gone
I promise you'll fly
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