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 Apr 2013 Nickols
Tilly
Oats, stay dry for fecunditys harvest, as Eostres' hares
bring pittu; Falling earthbound, in abundance.
Spring madness dawns;
Love, persists. 

Once willowed, under Winter skies, shed all
we've done before.

Bringing warmth (sown a lifetime ago) to embrace
this thaw.

Watching our steps, across moss green floors; We dance
lingering in the sweetest meadows.Together,  
under budding branches;
It's time...

Blossom, reflected upon dappled millpond;
Still.
- Dark glassed surface, gently rippling with undertone -
Can you hear the water paddles roar?


Will Springs' spirit guide you; With carnal lust abound,
trusting Her to save your oats from being;
Taken...turned out...
ground?

We,
with spare oats, heap
to powdered dust; Sifted, then refined...
Molded something beautiful, wholesome, yet devine!
;)
I hope to catch up with... reading, very soon
Looks like I've missed much!
W x
 Apr 2013 Nickols
PoetWhoKnowIt
I'd rather be

somebody's need
than
           simply
                       a desirable commodity.
 Apr 2013 Nickols
vircapio gale
kurukshetra grey
but iridescent with the glory of all dreams combined
some omphalos of lusciousness still pumps
an umbilicus of sates
to broadening skies,
parhelion whims
 Feb 2013 Nickols
Tilly
Standing
with nothing - there is still
so much more
to give

Alone
sits easy,
with toes dipped, in
four leaved
clover.

We
absolve
ourselves with the
tenacious honesty
of tomorrows'
sunrise

Brazen,
underneath starlit skies."Observe;
We too, have died before."

Bodies
alight, with heavenly fires;
Intense, passions
igniting
pure reactions.

Join
and part
each atom of self
to allow
flow.

As
saline spills,
filling emptiness
with oceans,
across
arid plains.

One
single flower
blooming, silently, in decoration
     of soulful beauty        
  
Whisper,
  our riddling
faintly defined
shadows
stuck
   to    
                                            missing       pieces.                                            

                          Together                     ­     
                               in needs ...                          
                                                            [of yours, or, mine]     
  **We... are here
... & I do believe x10, beats the current record, lol :)

Standing, Alone, We, Brazen, Bodies, Join, As, One, Whisper, Together (if read, as one poem)
 Feb 2013 Nickols
Tilly
Where stated*; The reality is, *usually measured in, metric disappointment.
;)
Predicted snowfall ...
in the UK, & wishing for more!
 Feb 2013 Nickols
Lucanna
Revenge.
 Feb 2013 Nickols
Lucanna
If I ever see you again
I'll spat insults and hope they
Spray on your aviators
like the bugs that squashed against
my windshield the last time
I drove away from you

If fate destroys me
and I am in the same pub one night
as your wormy self
I'll tell you how you're the most
arrogant, vapid, shallow, womanizing,
******* male mascot
I've ever had the disgust to know

I'll slap you hard across the face
Oh and not like Scarlett O'Hara,
you demon darling
No crushing kiss will follow
and I'll mean vengence
vile will seep through my mouth
instead of the sweet saliva
I let you taste
long ago

If I ever hear your voice
or see your mocking manequin
among my tele again
With disgraceful force
I will lift that 50 lb set
and propel that ******* screen
across the state
The way your black static apology
shattered the brightness
that used to reside
within
me

If I hear of you
one more dispicable time
I'll grow bombs maticulously
within my empty core
and time them so perfectly
that all of your dysfunctional doormat
confidants
will explode the second they come near me
and their manipulative cells
will burst
and be burried among the soil
of ***** words
you whispered in my ears

****, if I ever see you again
I'll shatter every martini glass around me
and down a fifth of fireball
and breath venomous fire
and burn you, you beastly boy
And I'll pretend beauty amongst you
and walk away, a tall glass of water
That could diffuse
that angry licking fire
that is swallowing you up

When I see you again
I won't acknowledge your existence
and I'll be dressed to the nines
and I won't do a ******* thing about it
Because you aren't worth a sentence within this stanza

But I know I am.
I would give anything to have the last say, but I wouldn't...not myself.
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