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 Jan 2019
Poetic T
There where stars between the expanses of
my every reflection,
                      every thought was a super nova.

Letting in the space between every imagining
                  gave birth to a light that had a longevity,
that never shone like this before.

When I slumbered I was in-between the spaces.
                 Gazing at the harmony of what was created.
And I wondered between the gazes, I floated luminous.

As I was every spark that congealed to form every light ,
                                                raising me higher than I was before.


Let every thought have time, for it will burn brighter than before.
 Jan 2019
South by Southwest
Where do the bones lie
That made the dreams stand the test of time

Now the kisses fall empty
They are as cold as the stars on the frosted panes of memory

The days of many are so
infinitesimal
The embraces of love are now so few
Where does the flesh of love
from the womb lie buried

The sun is my witness
The moon my judge
The comets my accusers
The stars my jury
How do I plea ?

Yes I was guilty of love
But do not punish me
My heart was weak
My soul tempted
I would do it all again

For every little love is precious to me

Every little calls out to me
 Jan 2019
Jen
“Desire was her name,
And she was the dirt
Road that everyone
Wanted to claim."

When I was just a little child
No one really wanted her you see
Me and the other kids would run
Down to where she led us to follow
Went on adventures with no cares
No traffic or horns, a jungle of trees
And living things, bridges, cows, and
Blackberries, bullfrogs, and a few
Beer bottles, the nearest house was
Not so near, and you would never hear
Neighbors hoot-and-holler out yonder
All was at peace, and we all desired
To follow her wherever she would lead
Until one day we weren’t the only ones
That desired her path, all has changed
Over time, and I no longer recognize
Her anymore, as the cars trample up
and down to create dust tornadoes
Speeding fast, more houses built up
Ancient trees by her side went away
Chopped down, now vacation homes
For the rich, but it’s not hard to see
Why she was desired so, who wouldn’t
Want her, so many go after what they
Desire.
This is a continuation to the poem "The Sticks"...the story of a dirt road named "Desire."
 Jan 2019
Francie Lynch
There's movement afoot.
Occupants and sycophants
Are scattering
From the Rainbow Rooms
To the more concrete setting
Of the Oral Office,
Where the North and South Porticos
Admit the transients
Behind the secure cement walls
Of the Skinners.
2019 should prove rewarding. From White House to Big House. From Oval Office to Oral Orifice.
 Jan 2019
Bijan Rabiee
Don't know exactly who I am
And what I'm meant to be
Just following the hello signs
Laid upon the trail of my being
Keeping my feet loose and raw
In calender of surprises.
The day that I stop learning
My heart's magic weaves a cocoon
The day that I stop teaching
My mind's ocean becomes a lagoon
I have a tender spirit
That won't stay a minute
In trawls of social mood
Or the chains of pendant feelings
There is a spell on my candle
To surpass the air
Leaving behind earth and water
And merge into incorruptible fire.
Nature's law is my shield
And its grandeur, my sword.
 Jan 2019
Jen
When did the movie end?
     Curtains faded to credits
      Should have known better
               Than to watch movies
                                     In the dark.                

 Two souls anticipated,
       We kissed in between
              The lines and scenes
                 Your hands touched silk
                                           In my dream.

I’ve always wanted this,
           Climbed to the top
                            I gently bit
                             Your bottom lip
                                    Inhaled your kiss.


What happened here?  
The movie was missed.
What are you talking about?
You said come in close,
Let’s speak without words.
The rest is just
A movie scene,
Not rated G,
So
Turn out the light
And bring your I.D.
I've been working on this one for a little while. It was inspired by a movie night with a good friend, a movie night that took place with just words. Thank you for the inspiration. :)
 Jan 2019
Jen
It’s a quiet night in the sticks,
So hot and humid, shirts are drenched
And every movement leads to pure
heat exhaustion, sweat trickles down
foreheads and the fans just
Don’t cool when the air is filled
With heavy moisture and good ole’
Southern Sweet Tea can only do
So much to save your poor soul
And bless your heart and say your
Prayers and be sure to never swear
Dogs are barking louder than ever
As they chase a leaving pickup down
A dirt road named “Desire.”
Childhood memories of visiting my grandparents who lived in the sticks... I'm not sure why I decided to name the dirt road "Desire," it just felt right.
 Jan 2019
Butch Decatoria
Forgiveness is forsaken

By all

Knowing love Is unconditional

Showers down on us

Like cats and dogs

Quiet storms

From father’s mothering

Gone now from above

Goodness gracious be

Infinite the sky to see

Cloudy days, stars at night,

Supposedly

Life Is written in illuminating light

Across the vacuous void

Proofs and blooms of nebulae

The shapes of the known

Formulae

A Universe within

Forgiveness not forsaken

Perhaps forgotten

About the times of us

Milky ways

Swirling dance of dust

Who’s asking

Who for whom

Bells tolling tongues

Naming the wizard a man

In odds within

Oz

Looking for idols of immunity

No way out but falling

Up

Or In love

The rain seems the only thing

Forgiving

Lately

Its begotten cold.
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