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 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
Jack
Lost in You
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
Jack
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In the wake of this new morning
With its skyline dark of hue
Floating clouds conceal its warning
Still my mind is lost in you

Counted moments I am feeling
Laced with simple dreams to find
Of the endless breezes flowing
In the face of all this time

Distant footsteps find me walking
Drenched in fragrant sorted flow
Caught of patterns sweetly forming
Matters not where I may go

For your love my destination
Sits a’ wait atop the hill
Whispers call of my direction
For this wanting heart to fill

As the sun now greets me smiling
With its light so pure of feel
Casting shadows long and winding
In a silence soft and real

Thoughts do bring a glad sensation
When my eyes they see it true
In the wake of this new morning
*As my mind is lost in you
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
Griffin Schapp
As a pansexual/******* myself I take these poems to heart, I may have written these poems, but I'm only passing on the messages. Any hate comments you leave will bounce right off of my rainbow colored sheild. (:





Right in the middle

Stuck in a battle of who to love

not knowing that I had a middle ground to go to

my love of boys strong

my love of girls strong

I couldn’t tell which I wanted in my life more

couldn’t choose

wouldn’t choose

I wasn’t seeing any other options

then I remembered this one

I can love both

because love is love

who cares who you share it with

who cares who you give it to

as long as they give it to
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
ShamusDeyo
I Spent an Evening
With a Couple of Friends.
That for a simple night out
Had a passionate End.
He, Lean with a Beard And,
She lithe and Long Haired.
As they Blindfolded me and,
Gently Lay Me on the Bed.
I soon felt two lips to please,
Two tongues to tease.
Four Hands to Caress,
My Fevered Flesh.
Then she moans softly,
To my Tongue's Manipulation.
I feel the heat of
His deep Penetertion
As we seek out the Rythnm
Of our Excitation.
And Explode in a Torrent
Of Sweat and Flesh


*from the collection "POETIC STALKINGS'
All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
Sarah Jones
The term Bisexual
was coined in 1824.
Back in the days,
when Gender meant
what was in your pants,
not in your head.
Don’t try to tell me I am Pan!
Don’t bring me back to the stone ages,
When I tell you who I am.
Why do I say I’m Bi?
People then understand what I am,
Instead of trying to say I **** pans.
Because It feels just right,
Not too uncaring, not too tight.
Because I am bisexual,
And my love is my right.
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
ShamusDeyo
As her eye's' melt into Mine
A soft sweet shiver
Runs up my spine
While I recall another Time
Together-
The touch of her Tongue
Like Butterflies upon My Breast
Slowly Wanders Softly
Toward Loves sweet Nest
While her gentle Hands
Caress My Hips
I feel the tender Pressure
of her sweet Lips
Kissing me to Ecstacy
JMF 98
This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"
*second printing*
All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
yasmine
in love
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
yasmine
how many people
can you really fall for
because in between a life full of
clutter and confusion
i somehow managed for fall for
a girl and a boy
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
Judypatooote
WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY....
A MEMORY OF SPRING....

On the first day of SPRING I would look for the first CROCUS to pop up....sometimes through the snow.

And the GRAPE HYACINTH, oh so little and purple...they would even pop up through the ivy...that strong ivy which took over everything in the yard
.
Nothing smells better than the MOCK ORANGE BUSH. One with dark green leaves and beautiful white flowers, and one with light green leaves and the same beautiful flowers...

And behind the tree, I would find a stray TULIP blooming, stiill in it's ***...Is that the one I threw out last year the one I thought was dead?

The smells of Easter when you walk into a store that sells flowers...LILLIES, TULIPS, HYACINTH, and SWEET VIOLETS.... I worked at Franks Nursery for 7 years and enjoyed those smells every SPRING.

And looking out into the field next door that was filled with the SWEET VIOLETS...purple  clusters and as I walked out to check them out I would find a patch of WHITE VIOLETS.

This special memory of SPRING FLOWERS, is a wonderful memory of hubby. Unfortunately he passed away the day after he planted all his Spring flowers. But for years I would go out to find them blooming, knowing he was smiling down on me.... Now the ivy took over, and I moved away, but never forgetting the FIRST day of SPRING and the FIRST CROCUS to pop up.
time changes some things but never the smell of flowers...
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
MG
Gratitude
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
MG
Thank you.
Thank you for making me forget the stars.
Though they are always watching,
You silenced their shine.
They brought you to me,
Making you mine.
And for that I love you.
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
Alice Morris
I'm scared to go to sleep,

incase tonight my end I meet.

Why is it always just before bed,

that things start happening in my head?

I can feel it coming,

my head starts humming,

but it never gives me time,

to call out or give a sign.

if I'm lucky and someone is there,

I feel happier because I know they care.

you see, I can still hear everything that is said,

even though other things are going on in my head.

I wish they would find a cure,

then I wouldn't have to worry any more.

Then I could go out and play,

knowing I would be seizure free everyday.
 Mar 2015 RuthAnne
Nick Strong
A sprinkling of ice sugar across the moor tops
A gentle reminder, that winters fingers still grip
Despite the buds, bursting through warming sods
Waking greenery deepening, life forging ahead
The day slightly longer, than yesterday,
Warmth in a higher sun, gaining strength
Sky less matt grey, a brighter hue of blue
Urgent bird’s darting, dancing movements
Marking territory with a sweeter song
This the first day of spring
Written, after looking at the snow on the distant hills, and contemplating the first daffodil in the garden.
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