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 Jul 2015
Dreams of Sepia
My mates
have all got rings
on their fingers
& stilettos
on their toes

I've always
got flats on
& my finger
is bare

which means
I can walk
away
my solitude

& all but three
of my mates have babies
crying their nights
away

but I have
the sleepless night
for writing poetry
& dancing

My mates
never call me
because
they're all loved up

I'm not complaining
but if you yell out Allen Ginsberg
sober & quote Dylan Thomas
when drunk & don't want to have babies

& don't mind flat shoes
& don't see love in a piece of rock
& don't want this to change
& want your nights for poetry

then you're the man for me
How about a beer?
I want to be single
together with you
because sometimes all you want is a bit of friendship..
 Jul 2015
Arun C
I fell asleep
and trusted my soul to keep
but then I entered a lush garden
which I entered without a pardon
over at the far end
yes just around the bend
was a women standing
on a marble landing
her back was turned to me
and I could see
snakes in her hair
yet her skin was quite fair
and she had quite a nice derrière
I turned to flee
but that's just not me
she had the snake hair thing
but I heard that wow could she sing
a lonely broken hearted song
about so many things that were wrong
I looked again
around that bend
in addition to the skin, voice and ---
her body had more curves then a racetrack
so adapting my best tack
I picked some red flowers
by the big ivory tower
and walked up to her and bent on one knee
presenting the flowers I said see
this is for you
because your song was sad and true
she turned and said arghh now you turn to stone
but instead I said I do not wish to spurn
but stone is not really my thing
I can show you my yo-yo on a string
or perhaps juggling maybe a little mime
I can do many wonderful things if you have the time
so she pulled out a gun
suprised I said no no thats no fun
then I looked as cute as I could
and stayed as still as wood
I don't understand she said why you don't attack me
you are a hero and I am hideous can't you see
I said nah handing her the flowers
you are quite beautiful here by your tower
I would rather take you out for coffee and cake
so I leave the rest of the story out for you to make
;)
 Jul 2015
SøułSurvivør
@/@\@


she walks a master's
    grace and poise her back
        ***** and staid... much more
a lady she'll destroy
    all plans for her waylaid

                  perfect  poetessa
                        proud possession
                                       phrase........


                  offering us opals
                          rainbows in their
                                        phase ........

                   luxuries of luster
                           let us give her


                                         *PRAISE!
For a wonderful poetess ... diabolica
 Jul 2015
Sjr1000
I've lost my mind,
when I awoke
this
night,
It wasn't there to find.

The last time I used it,
We were playing
"tenuous tides"
Move in
Move out
We couldn't decide.

I've looked for it
everywhere
under the couch,
behind the stove,
out in the shed,
in the cat's bowl,
I even looked in all the drawers
where we used to store
the important scores.

I went down the block
putting up
"Lost"
posters
on every telephone pole.

Now I sit on this porch,
waiting patiently
for my phone to sing,
watching hummingbirds
******* or fighting
hard to figure out
anything.

waiting and waiting
for my mind
on its little
legs
to come down the lane,
running on home
to
me.
 Jul 2015
nivek
all the poetry of my bones
got up and left the room
this jellied state
could last for decades
and the Moon tells me
she will ride along side
until Sun up
has smashed through
all the windows
into the room
 Jul 2015
S R Mats
"Lovely" The word slips between my lips
As a sigh.

The day is hot,
The water cool.

We are young
And reasonably beautiful;

Something, which no one can take away
From us, except for time.
(2nd publishing run)
 Jul 2015
Pappo
Butternut squash roasting,
the fresh garden scent
after the rain,
Cold wind on my face,
I drift for a moment...
Wonder where you are...
what you're doing...
what's your world like...
If you think of me too...
but I can only wonder
and that's how I make
memories of you.
 Jul 2015
SøułSurvivør
@--\---

she
lies with
eyes of
frost
---
bitten
like the last
stanza of a
poem unwritten
---
a trace melody
slipping away from
the mind like
water
from
the
end
of
an

i
c
i
c
l
e
pink
under
the
floe

the
snow
eats
her
like

FIRE


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/12/2015
 Jul 2015
William A Poppen
Some afternoons are sublime
beyond scripting
splendid blue colors the sky
and my lover's lips
taste like dripping honey

Some nights I hear the mantle
clock tick and music sounds
sweeter than it has since
those nights in New Orleans

Some mornings are like those artists paint
of sunshine shimmering on the water
my darling's presence seems
like a celebration without
the need of a parade

Some days are unique
love is easily earned
I can sit near my beloved
and watch love grow
 Jul 2015
Kelley A Vinal
Q
Puppeteers, mastering strings
Playing with the minds
Of the sentient beings
Like the Q Continuum
Popping in and out in omnipotence
No doubt gods
In their own right
A universal vibrato
Effervescent and bright
Giving each quasar
An enchanted light
The Science of Everything
The Existence of Nothing
Solipsism and narcissism
Drop kick 'em and nark on 'em
But don't let go
It's wondrous out there
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