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 Jun 8
Jenna
That little red dress
I don it for you
Not to impress
To dazzle the room

I float and I dance
Pulling you in
Unsteady in your stance
The lights shine dim

The way I move
Like liquid sin
Our bodies speak truth
As it’s always been

That little red dress
You’re nervous to touch
I yearn for the feel
Of your body so much

The silk dances with me
Higher and higher
Your eyes flash with hunger
Tragic and dire

My lips painted red
Eyes blue like the sea
I’m willing to bet
You’re picturing me

That little red dress
Discarded on the floor
A mess of sin and silk
We’re touching core to core

Deep and desperate
We’re burning bright
Prayed and manifested
For this summer night
Desire is not a poetic theme I play with often but this… I’m pretty proud
 Jun 7
Nick Moore
Maybe the fall,
Is gravity's call.

At one with the universe,
Floating around amniotic fluid,
Not being coerced.

How
My heart aches,
When the water breaks.

Separation begins,
As does the crying,
The cord has been
Cut.
This is no oedipus complex, but a state of grace.
 Jun 5
Aladdin Aures H
In The Hush Of Dawn, As Dreams Fade To Light
There’s A Stirring Deep Within, A Call To Take Flight
Soft Whispers Of Wind Weave Through The Trees
The Heartbeat Of Nature Hummed Low And Free
Inviting My Spirit To Rise, And Talk To The Air
Mapping My Journey Beyond My Darkest Fear
Every Feathered Hope Flutters, Ready To Soar
Transcending The Bounds Of The Life I Have Lived Before
On Crested Waves Of Courage, Adventure Awaits
Fear Sheds My Skin As The Heart Resonates
Lifted By Currents So Harsh Yet True
Yearning For Moments, Green Pastures Anew
As I Gather My Thoughts And Embrace What I Say
With Wings Spread Wide, I'm Ready To Play
All The While Turning My Gaze To The Skies
Yonder Lies Possibility, A World To Surprise
Like The Fledgling Who Leaves Its Nest For The First Time
Inner Strength Nurtured, It’s Destined To Climb
Knowing The Risk And The Beauty Of The Wind
Each Moment Through The Air Reflects Dreams Long Defined
An Exhilarating Journey, Uncharted Yet Near
Grazing The Clouds Where Ambitions Appear
Rising Like Sunbeams That Brighten The Morn
Opening Petals Like Flowers Reborn
Watching The Horizon Paint Stories Untold
Navigating Life With A Spirit That's Hurt Yet Bold
Breathtaking Panoramas From Heights Never Seen
In The Dance Of The Sky, True Freedom Convenes
Reality Shifts, And The Past Fades Away
Daring To Take That First Step On The Way
As I Stretch My Wings, It's A Moment Profound
The World Unfolds With A Whispering Sound
Echoes Of Laughter And Echoes Of My Inner Tears
A Life Was Made From Hopes And Fears
A Journey Awaits Me, Vast, Unconfined
Colors Of Courage In The Wings Aligned
Shadows Of Doubt May Try To Ensnare
Yet Glimmers Of Confidence Dance In The Air
Feathered Companions Gather Close By My Side
Leaving Behind All That Once Was My Guide
Yearning For Adventures That Lie Just Ahead
Anything’s Possible With Dreams Carefully Spread
I’ll Wander Through Valleys And Sail Across Seas
Adaptive And Agile, Just Like The Breeze
Youthful In Spirit, Though Time Has Its Way
Leaving My Footprints Where Memories Play
In Fields Where The Wildflowers Swathe All The Ground
Knife-edge Of Journey, No Longer Profound
Each Moment Embraced, I’ll Collect And Admire
Overcoming The Fears That Often Conspire
Nestled In Wonder, My Heart Open Wide
Free As The Skies In The Twilight We Ride
Glimmers Of Magic Entwined With The Stars
Resounding The Essence Of Me, My Soul!; Who We Are
Open To Change, Unburdened By Chains
I’ll Chart My Own Course, Regardless Of Pains
Navigating Futures From Lessons I’ve Learned
Believing In Beauty In Every Turn Earned
In The Softest Of Breezes, I’ll Find My Own Grace
Remembering Moments That Time Can’t Erase
Daring To Live In A World So Expansive!
The Skies Hold The Answers For Hearts That Are Chanced
Upon The Winds Beyond Imagination I’ll Glide
Chasing Horizons Through The Ebb And The Tide
Through Sunshine And Shadows, I’ll Find My Embrace
Each Leap Into The Unknown, A Strengthening Grace
The World Is My Canvas, With Colors Unfurled
Each Stroke Of My Journey Will Flourish And Twirl
As Evening Descends With The Blush Of The Night
The Stars Gather Round, In Blankets Of Light
Each One A Reminder Of Paths Yet To Blaze
Illuminating Dreams In A Myriad Of Ways
Freed From The Weight Of All Doubt And Delay
Like A Bird In The Current, I'm Destined To Play
Yonder Horizons, Mysterious And Vast
Air Filled With Wonder, As Memories Cast
With Hearts Embrace, I’ll Conquer The Skies
As The Music Goes Romantic Plays Soft Lullabies
Yet All Things Evolve And Move With The Flow
Let It Go -the Past-, Only Forward I'll Go
Invulnerable Spirits Reaching For Heights
Kindred In Journey, Where Laughters Ignites
Engaged With The Universe, Boundless And Free
In The Soaring Sensation, Life’s Grand Symphony
With Wings Wide Open, I Embrace Every Change
Venturing Forth Where The Skies Rearrange
The Canvas Of Life Stretches Far And Beyond
Awakening Senses To Which We’re So Fond
Releasing Restrictions That Once Held Me Still
I'm Sailing Through Skies With An Unshakeable Will
So I'll Take The Plunge, I'll Leap, I'll Explore!
For It’s Time To Fly Away, It's Time To Move And Soar
Through Valleys And Mountains And Rivers I’ll Glide
As I Embrace The Freedom My Heart And Soul Can’t Divide
I Celebrate Each Moment As A Treasure I Keep
For In The Flight I Dream More Than I Sleep
As The Sun Sets Low, Painting Skies Crimson Red
I'll Carry My Dreams In The Stars Overhead
Forever We’ll Cherish This Time, This Sweet Flight
So I Talk To The Air And Embrace The Twilight

Author: AAH
 Jun 5
Little Bear
It travels in my rucksack
To and fro each way
Snuggled in the darkness
For days and days and days

🍎 🍏 🍎

I had such good intentions
A perfect little snack
To keep me fit and healthy
In a bag upon my back

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Now and then I'd get it out
To see if it was bruised
Or pop it back into the fridge
Only then to be rechoosed

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I'd always be so happy
To have an apple in my bag
If feeling rather peckish
It's the first thing I could snag

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But this battered little apple
Would be left without a bite
Languishing in darkness
Tucked away, out of sight

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Today i'll eat this apple!
I promised everyday
And off we went again
And did i eat it?? Nay...

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F'rall the times it went to work
It've earnt a pretty penny
Instead of all the bruises
Of that, there were many

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So this morning i decided
To set my apple free
As it was now inedible
Well, at least for me

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So i went into the garden
And hung the apple from a tree
So the birds could have the pleasure
Of an apple for their tea

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The birds they did obliged me
With rawcus crows of joy
Pecking like jack hammers
The apple they'd destroy

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So I've made myself a promise
To not waste another fruit
Now in my bag, a small companion

Jeremy, my pet newt.

🦎
Please excuse the grammar and spelling... and even if some of the words exist at all  😀
 Jun 5
Marshal Gebbie
“When Clay Weeps”
A poetic tribute to Gilgamesh and Enkidu

Beneath a sky of burning stars,
Uruk's high walls gleamed like scars
cut into time—immense, precise—
where kings were gods, and men were dice.

Gilgamesh, carved out of storm and sun,
two-thirds divine, yet wholly undone,
bored with power, drunk on might,
wrestled shadows in the heat of night.

Then came Enkidu, beast-born and bold,
with eyes like flint and hair like mold
of forest boughs, of untouched place—
the wilderness written on his face.

They met like meteors—fierce and fast—
and fought until their rage was past.
Then, laughing, stood where blood had pooled,
and in that moment, gods were fooled.

They crossed into cedar-scented gloom,
to fell a giant, shape their doom.
And when the gods struck back with grief,
they cleaved the world with disbelief.

Enkidu’s breath fled in the dark,
his voice a ghost, his limbs grown stark.
And Gilgamesh—stone turned to skin—
sought death’s edge to pull him in.

He wandered roads where no man goes,
spoke with alewives, fought with crows,
and found the flood that washed the land,
held time’s seed in his trembling hand.

But life, a serpent, sly and thin,
stole the fruit he held within.
So he returned, not with the key,
but with the tale of what can’t be.

He carved in stone his city’s face,
a wall, a name, a time, a place.
For though we die and dust returns,
a soul may live if someone learns.
The Epic of Gilgamesh, one of the oldest surviving works of literature, is hardly easy reading. But Andrew George’s translation from the Akkadian is strikingly accessible – a meditation on power and mortality.

I enlisted the poetic talent of Chat GPT to craft a verse unclasping the essence of a small part of this 4000 year old poem from ancient Iraq.

A fascination unleashed.
Cheers M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
 Jun 4
Mike Adam
Below Estuarine mud
The first webbed foot

Shows stone.

Gulls shriek through
Blue/grey sky
Alcyone, my heart is yours alone,
Though waves may pull me, tearing love from shore.
Beneath the storm, the sea may drag my body,
Yet love defies the tide, it fights once more.


Fate’s hand may tear my flesh from bone,
Yet still, my soul resists death’s sweep.
I will not cross where silence makes its home,
Not yet, my love. I vowed—and vows I keep.


You pull my body, drag me toward the black,
Yet love remains, though flesh may fall away.
I beg no mercy, ask no solemn pact,
For I am hers, I am bound to stay.
The tide may take, the wind may plead,
But I will not depart—Alcyone, heed.


Not yet. Not yet. Death calls, but I won’t go.
The sea may tear, but I am not undone.
A shadow lingers—whispered hands pull slow,
Yet love remains. I stay. My heart is one.


Alcyone, I call—do you still hear?
The tide may claim my breath, but not my name.
Not yet. Not yet. My vow will not disappear.
I swore, and I swear still. I’ll remain.


Alcyone. Alcyone. Alcyone.
I speak your name, though water fills my throat.
The tide may take, I hear death’s calls—
I will not go. I will not go.


Alcyone. Alcyone. Alcyone.
I swore, I swear, I will not fade.
If time dissolves, if fate decrees—
Still, my soul remains. Still, my soul remains.
A second voice carried upon 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔—yet echoes deceive the ear.


https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136314/the-wings-of-waiting/
 Jun 3
Carlo C Gomez
~
Sugar wife,
slipping husband,
massaged honeymoon flesh
wrapped in cellophane.

The sound of a water clock
cascading down
her mysterious frontage.

Handprints on
the glass pane
opaque with remnant steam.

Let your eyes
be your guide,
when dressed in
the tiniest temptations,
she catwalks into the room
with a novel idea for two.

~
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