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 Jan 2017
Arcassin B
by Arcassin B & claudia


CR: lust is a want , love is a need,
AB: i could take your heart out on a joy ride but i
can't feed the birds and the bees,
CR: There will be bumps along the road but with me
you'll never have to do it alone,
AB: I'll put my life on line , trying to spend time,
but i'll always be here for you at home,
CR: With you it's not what i see , its what i feel,
AB: i don't wanna be what every man is ,i want something real,

AB : when we touch its like its all i could think about,
like all i could about,
all i could think about,
i swear your kisses make a blind man see,
your touch could get me excited , set me free,
please tell me is this lust or love,
because i want this to be real to me,

CR: your smile is a work of art and being in your presence
warms my heart,
AB: your body is a heaven gate to newer things and better things
is what i want for both of us to have a brand new start,
CR: don't shut me out , just let it be,
AB: we'll go through trials and obstacles and then we'll be free,
CR: Love is something that transpires and lust is what you desire,
AB: Don't get the two mixed up , Don't feel so stuck cause at the end of the day
lust will expire,

AB : when we touch its like its all i could think about,
like all i could about,
all i could think about,
i swear your kisses make a blind man see,
your touch could get me excited , set me free,
please tell me is this lust or love,
because i want this to be real to me.
©ABPoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/lust-or-love-ftclaudia-redd.html
 Jan 2017
Laura Duran
I wasn't looking for it
still....I found love
Like a sweet dream
that I couldn't quite reach

I tried to let it go
still....I hung on
Like a simple fool
I waited for you to see me

You never even looked.

I was only ever a friend
still....I cherished our moments
Like a faithful side kick
I waited for your attention

I watched as you fell for another
still....I thought you'd come to your senses
Like in the movies, we'd find forever
You'd finally see me

You never even looked.
 Jan 2017
Elizabeth Squires
oft one is in
a huge quandary
as to where to put
an apostrophe

there's no room for one
to make a mistake
due to the little dash
being dipped in the wrong lake

is it it's or is it not
how oft one has forgot
how this tiny marking
does well allot

one must be
ever aware and alert
when dealing
with a tricky invert
 Jan 2017
Keith Edward Baucum
Love the wife of Loyalty stands with her husband's arms wrapped around her and her arms wrapped around him in an warming embrace.  Loyalty looked into the eyes of Love and said

"My beautiful, beautiful, wife you filled my heart with joy by becoming my wife.  My world revolves around you.  I will always be there for you.  I will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I will protect you from all threats."

Love gave Loyalty a squeeze and said

"I too will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I will be there for you in your time of need or when ever you just want me by your side."

Love and Loyalty looked into each other's eyes and began to kiss.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
It is always in one's silence,
that all is usually revealed for you to see.

Silence is not deafening,
it speaks volumes
that can only be heard
by an attentive soul.
 Jan 2017
Rachel White
You told me that I had a great smile,
And that my little crooked front teeth were cute.
You told me that you liked my laugh,
And you’d imitate it in a voice full of admiration.
But then you kissed me and things changed;
You were distant and I couldn’t ignore the bounce in my giggle.
You didn’t joke with me and I started hiding my grin.
I started to hate the way my name sounded on your lips,
Even though it’s still like a lullaby in my head.
Your voice does this thing where it makes my heart beat quick,
And my eyes start to water.
I didn’t think it was possible to find love and hate in myself,
All at the same time,
Because of you.
 Jan 2017
phil roberts
Dark again
Darker than
Colourless sounds
From ceiling to walls
Always
Strange doors
Like gaping mouths
Dragging tears
Cracking open
Screams of silence

A day or night
Then comes the light
At long weary last
Ended future
Useless past
Nothing holds
Narrow roads
Damaged junction
There's a time
Comes the light
Follow the light

                          By Phil Roberts
Make of this what you will.
 Jan 2017
spysgrandson
he took the cliche sabbatical
when his wife died, careening through
the Rockies to the jagged Pacific coast,
seeing old lovers along the way

ending in Iowa
with his daughter's family:
flat lands, with no ups and downs
surprise turns, or fatal strokes

there the grief was level
his daughter of strong faith
his granddaughter young enough
to yet see heaven in blue sky

mornings after Cheerios
she would lead him around the section
edifying him about the livestock, their purpose;
she introduced him to Harriet

her pet pig;
he couldn't help but think of his Hazel
and if the consonant and vowel were coincidental
or a contrivance of a child's supple mind

his granddaughter spoke of Hazel
with sublime ease, absent the halting
staccato utterances of adults when
they mentioned his wife's name

after all, his grandchild saw her
in a passing cloud, or in the glint
of moonlight on the pond,  
in clear azure sky

soon it came time to say goodbye
to the hog, who had been with the child
a sixth of her years--but she knew this
was the way of things

feeding and fondling new things
watching them grow, becoming cautious
when their mass exceeded your own
when they began to look away

'twas then it was time
all God's creatures would lose footing
even in this flat place,
and go to sleep

though the child would not forget
Hazel or Harriet, for the latter was on the table,
sizzling and succulent, the former on the mantel,
framed in gold, smiling with eyes open
 Jan 2017
rained-on parade
You can't hold the short arm of the clock
and call it yesterday.
This is what I've learned this year. I think we've all grown up in ways we don't want to admit.

And in the end we're always more lost than ever found. But isn't that what life is all about? Finding your way back to yourself.

Happy new year everyone.
I hope joy gets your address right this time.
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