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 Jun 2015
Urmila
Your experience justifies your disbelief in miracles;
Your existence justifies my belief in them.
 Jun 2015
Austin B
If someone told me,
Back before we fell in love,
If someone told me,
Before our first kiss,
If someone told me,
Before I made you mine

That we were going to be together forever,
I would smile,

And not hesitate one bit.
 Jun 2015
Edna Sweetlove
Kissing your granny goodnight and she slips you the tongue.
 Apr 2015
Traveler
And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again
Where reverent suns are red,
I inhale a golden sun and hold the moon,
Floating in a cosmic centered bath

Dancing in ablaze of space,
Communing with sentient splitting stars
naked I have roamed among
ravenous red fire flowers in bloom,
lips, juicy sweet ardent wet fervours

Earth spinning, my dance be illusion,
To his kisses I forever weaved magenta trees,
Breathing earth’s day of vermillion,
Chasing samsaric robes, torn in
confusion, I grasp egolessness,
How I flickered black and white to and fro

The immortal swordless in his arms,
the awakened watcher in sky robes,
Yearning for star fields,
yet poisoned by the darkest snake,
Whispering, whispering,
his hallow raptures of

“Love”

─ © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet Ju. 112014
Poetry is surely the finest wine
Its words most lavish *****
You get drunk with every line
By the end all sense you lose!

There’s no wine to cast more spell
Whiskey ***** gin or ***
So long in it your thoughts dwell
Soul suffers blessed delirium!

Ecstatic is the poetry’s fizz
The froth at the mouth of nib
Gushing out of passion unleashed
The kick with each falling drip!

Poetry is among the best antidotes
When I crave a drink or two
I inject its overwhelming shots
Pains melt to moistened dew!
 Feb 2015
Edna Sweetlove
While stuffing a turkey last week
I gave the whole dish a new tweak:
I tried not to **** it
As I struggled to fill it;
But the **** pecked my **** with his beak.
 Feb 2015
Alex Paczynski
We're so much simpler in the dark,
she said
with her hand in my hair
and her love in my head.
Where words could have passed,
lips met instead
and cool passions flared
a setting-sun red.
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