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 Mar 2016
Ree Bunch
Lust misted upon me.
It blinded my vision.
Affecting my 20/20 vision for you.

Secrets drenched my attire;
Weighing down my mind and body.
Making it difficult to keep up.

Lies rained down between us;
Creating a moat; separating us
Farther and farther apart.

A whirlwind of pleasure disguised
The destruction that was
Ultimately laying waste.

A tornado of guilt captures
Me up in its volatile tunnel;
Thrashing me about.

Truth floods us, dragging us
under; drowning the little life
Our relationship has left.

The drought of forgiveness
Results in the death
Of the future between us two.
 Mar 2016
Dhaye Margaux
I carry the cross going to this mountain
In search for peace, love and hope
I give everything
Even the clothes I wear
Yet
They want the air from my lungs
They want my limbs
They want my life


I carry this jar of tears all my life
For the hope that someday it will be filled with smiles
I bear the pain, all the miseries
Yet
Sunset extends it's view
I long for  the sunrise
I wait for a new day


One day, my time will end
But I am here again, wishing
That before I get there
I will soon see that smile
Life is fulfilling if the only thing that you wish for will be yours, even for a day.
 Mar 2016
Robert Blankenship
The only friend I have
Others eyes are never seeing
Speaks to me each day
With a voice of keening

He tells me that he loves me
His deceitful voice full of dread
Says" Outwardly you appear as living,
But inside you are dead"

This friend to which I cling
For there is no one else
Takes all my life from me
And claims it for himself

I have tried to fight him
A struggle to no avail
Repeatedly he rises up against me
From the depths of hell

You ask" What is his name"?
To you only will I confess
Do you not know he who is always with me?
My unwanted friend called Loneliness

RLB
 Mar 2016
SøułSurvivør
Some are Water Lilies
Whose roots grow deep in mud
Some are Aloes blooming red
With healing in their bud

Some are Cala Lilies
With blossoms white as snow
Some are florid Orchids
Which in a hothouse grow

Some Lily of the Valley
Exquisite unadorned
Some are Cactus Roses
Be careful of the thorns!

Some are Jack in the Pulpit
A rakish sort of fella
Some are Ladies Slippers
Awaiting Cinderella!

Some are lovely Roses
Which smell so very sweet
Some are Stink Cabbage
With a smell like rotting meat!

Moonflowers and Marigolds
Irises. Magnolia!
So many I can't think of
Many I haven't told ya...

There are Venus Fly Trap
Carnivorous cutie
The Lilaç grow in bushes
known for their great beauty

Daisies are so simple
Violets in there too
Tell me true
Look at leaf and petal folks
what flower type are YOU?




SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/20/2016
I'm sorry if I haven't been following your work! I've been so busy I just don't have lots of time to read anymore. But if you send me a link for your poetry I will read it. I'm doing my best to be on the site and catching up on all the poems that I haven't read by each individual poet. I love you all and wish I could be on site all day! Take care and have a beautiful week!
 Mar 2016
Gaffer
Monday
                 It has come to my attention, that someone has been stealing from
                 the communal fridge. I notice that my own personal milk with my
                 name on the bottle is half empty, also three fingers of my kitkat
                 are missing. Please refrain, or action will be taken.
Tuesday
                 It has come to my attention, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see
                 my milk has been topped up, though, why ******* of my
                 kitkat  in a V sign beggars belief. Just tasted my milk, you
                 ***** *******. I will now be monitoring the fridge from my office.
                 You will be caught.
Wednesday
                  
                   It has come to my attention, the camera monitoring the fridge
                   is now monitoring the ladies toilet. This is intolerable, you are
                   usurping my authority. Heads will roll. I will now be moving the
                   fridge into my office till further notice.
Thursday

                   It has come to my attention, my office has been penetrated,
                   the fridge is missing, and I find a ransom note on my desk.
                   I don’t know who you people think you're dealing with, but
                   let me leave you in no doubt, I will find out who you are, and
                   you will be dismissed.
Friday

                   It has come to my attention, a delivery of fifty fridges is
                   cluttering up the whole building, management is going
                   ballistic. I concede to your demands, please get rid of
                   them. Let us get back to you taking my milk and my biscuits,
                   my job, my life. Just leave me alone.
                                                                                    Thank you.
 Mar 2016
Gaffer
I saw the partial tattoo, enta
She looked the part
Was this the honeytrap
Was it my time
Her name was Jill
Like mine was Bill
Part of the thrill
We lied until two
Then we knew
How the game would ensue
We left to pursue
Her dress sliding pure
Inviting, demure
Was it time
Was she mine
I let my hands caress
The final test
She arched to come in
Like the sin
The beautiful surrender
She smiled touching my face
Like she knew
Her arm revealing the true
Then I knew
The deadly Mojenta.
 Mar 2016
Gaffer
So what if your body
Is sweetly inviting
Inviting me to play around
To play within the depths of your mind
Not for mind games
But the other games
You know...
The *****, fun games

So what if I'm impressed
At the words that appear
On the blank sheet
In my head as you speak
So what that I cannot
Enter a room without
Accidentally finding you in it
One way or another

You've ruined me
In the sweetest way
I can imagine the day
When I convince myself
It’s really you
No games
Not in my mind
Just in me

I’m running from you
Running to you
You’re smiling
Is it really you
Inviting me
Into your mind
I’m walking away
Looking back, wondering..

Lily Nurmi & Paul Gaffney.
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