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Mar 2014 Steven Muir

A Marriage

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

R.S. Thomas

We met
           under a shower
of bird-notes.
           Fifty years passed,
love's moment
           in a world in
servitude to time.
           She was young;
I kissed with my eyes
           closed and opened
them on her wrinkles.
           'Come,' said death,
choosing her as his
            partner for
the last dance, And she,
            who in life
had done everything
            with a bird's grace,
opened her bill now
            for the shedding
of one sigh no
            heavier than a feather.

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Too Soon

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Susan O'Reilly

Too Soon

My baby's not getting out

I'm keeping it inside daily

"too soon, too soon" I mentally shout

while humming to my mound gaily

there's been the panicked hospital drive

blood oozing down my legs

that trying to keep 'it' alive

my desperate to doctor begs

See this is my 4th pregnancy

each one greeted with hope

I've already lost three

this time I don't think I'd cope

they can't tell me why

done every test

all we can do is try

nature does the rest

5 months I've laid in this bed

legs crossed not moving

each bleed fills me with dread

but each day in, chances improving

please say a prayer for me

we need all the help we can get

that inside stays my baby

'its' not ready to come out, not yet

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Reality

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Alvira Perdita

Reality

Reality tapped
Me on the shoulder
As it gained my
Attention and
Slapped me
As hard as
Possible

Ramblings

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Forget u

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Jack Forrest

Forget u

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTVWXYZ

I've had enogh of yo,
It hrts that yo said those things
and then said yo love him
dont nderestimate me

when I say I've forgotten u

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Dr Dickson

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

aviisevil

Dr Dickson

Let the doctor heal you of your misfortune
Get here in my office I'll play the romantic tunes
I can't even see you in this drug induced fumes
How about just dessert and than we find a room
Come here, lie on the the table and let the doctor operate
Take of your clothes, i'm a doctor don't hesitate
It's an emergency and we have no time to waste
We need to operate now or it'll be too late
Let me just take a Look at your private place
Oh you look so wet now, maybe you need to get laid
I'm a hopeless romantic but there's no time for a first date
You try to cover yourself but there's a different expression on your face

So let the doctor,
Take you for a wild ride
Got the prescription,
There's a load of pills that I hide
Hello I'm Dr Dickson
I'll operate on you tonight
I'm the doctor addiction
Now open up your legs wide

It's getting hot let me take of my white coat
Operating table is so Rocky, feels like I'm on a boat
Hands of perfection running back and forth
Here take my poking device, grab and hold
You look so familiar , have we ever met before ?
I think I did your sister too, how is she, still sore !?
I think we're running dry, need to apply the **** a bit more
I hope you'll be satisfied, when you walk out of that door
Everything happened so fast I didn't even catch your name
I can be sloppy sometimes, so I'll take that blame
But hey I'm a doctor, you can scream all you want, no shame
I hope you like the service and you can visit me again
But let's not talk now, it's the part where I need to concentrate
Don't you worry now, there's no need to sedate
Here, you can hold my hands as I penetrate
It'll be over soon for there's another appointment and I don't want to be late

So let the doctor,
Take you for a wild ride
Got the prescription,
There's a load of pills that I hide
Hello, I'm Dr Dickson
I'll operate on you tonight
I'm the doctor addiction
Now open up your legs wide

Notes (optional)

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

HALF A BOTTLE OF SCOTCH

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Joe Cole

HALF A BOTTLE OF SCOTCH

Where do I start?... Its taken me over fourty years to write this

Half a bottle of scotch taken each night to drown out the fears
the heartrending sights
Yeah half a bottle is just about right to dull the dreams and the nightmares that still linger
PTSD they call it this day, councelling given to help them get through
what they did see, things they did do
I remember clearly after such a time being told I wasn't a soldier I wasnt a man for being sick with fear, tears in my eyes at the bloodied remains close to my side.
Yeah well I was a soldier but not yet a man, at 19 my life had hardly begun but I still had to survive at the point of a gun
Yeah half a bottle of scotch is the crutch I have found because I'm still alive... Not just another name on a hole in the ground
thousands of miles from home.
Patrolling the paths in the in a land burnt and harsh not knowing what would come, the bullet the bomb or mayber the mine placed or shot by the oft unseen had
OK so I still did my bit in spreading the ****.... Yes I've had their blood on my hands but I still regret the things that I did in that harsh barren land.
Did I hate them? Those men who killed the ones I called friends. No they were only doing what they thought was right in protecting their home and their lands
Yeah so half a bottle of scotch is the friend I now have, it helps to stifle the dreams of the places I saw, the things that I saw and also the things that I did.

Don't check this for litary correctness or punctuation because about them I just dont care. Injust felt its time for you to know the real me

Joe

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

February 14th 2014

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Gary L Misch

February 14th 2014

February 14th 2014

It's Valentine's Day again,
But I,
I still remember when,
You returned the call,
And set the journey
In motion.
Just a few calls,
A few notes,
A flight,
A sweater,
And something so much better.
As best friends,
Let us dance 'til the end,
'Til the end of our time,
With our hearts intertwined.
When we are together
Life really is fun,
And surely the best
Is yet to come.
Let's do lunch,
Today!
Or as soon as we
Can dig ourselves out.

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

you sometimes bite your lip during laughter

Mar 2014 Steven Muir

Tom Leveille

you sometimes bite your lip during laughter

you are inches
measured by miles away
bulldozing oriental food
you don't intend on eating
around your plate
and i am imagining
the translation of asking
for a broom in a foreign language
for when you shatter over small talk
or the first sentence to start with "so"
breaks you into shaking
that i can feel from across the table
and i am thinking now
about tectonics and how you must be daydreaming of being submerged in a book
back home or gripping tightly
to bedsheets begging for familiar warmth
i can tell by the way you are looking at me
that you are feigning our salutation embrace
seconds drowned in ankle deep water and i wonder if you see my hands
as jackhammers and if the reason
why you hug so hard
but only for a moment
is to be as sharp as possible
so that i do not smell your perfume
or notice that you aren't wearing any and why
there are few suprises
in the safe you claim is a mouth
where shades of plush pink
hide a sickly pallor
and i continue to look over
brick & mortar borders
and think how maybe
she is thinking of kissing
but certainly not me
not these apologies nailed to my face
i give myself a moment
of benefitted doubt that you sometimes
picture your frame under mine
and if your clavicles would crack
if i were to touch them
i am sorry that i am a victim of imagination
but i swear i chalk it up
as the forgotten feeling
for when you look up
and the person you are looking
at is gazing directly at you
you have painted yourself
as a mosaic in my mind
as a mess of dust & incoherent words
that all sound like please in my ears
but that doesn't explain why
my hands are the ones that are shaking
when i imagine you
imagining me
in the spaces of yourself
where you've forgotten
you could put someone