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 Jun 2017
Stephen E Yocum
"Thirty plus years in a
loving happy marriage,
My husband taken
by long illness
and sad ending.

Five years companionless
loneliness endured,
Now a naked man
is in my shower,
I can hear him softly
singing."

Love and companionship
can come at any age.
Rendering you both
whole and renewed again.
One line spoken by my lady
friend that caught my attention,
truth in it's meaning undeniable
and empowering. Love can come
at any age. I know all this cause
I was the guy in the shower singing.
 Jun 2017
The Dedpoet
Ive written about my experience
With a daughter i lost in my youth:
Amber waves in the still
Of my soul,
The story in my perception
Truth be spoken,
She wasnt really mine.

And my heart is stilled,
Born into my life
My love could not be seen
As fatherly,
A choice made
And years fade into the torture
That is my mind.

17 years after the four
Of loving her,
The love of my life,
The Ded inside the poet
Reaches into my reality
And once again all is
The chaos.
Ambers wave.....

I raised her for the first four years
Of her life knowing
She wasnt mine.
When my ex and i separated
I lost Amber too:

You reached into a well
Of souls and captured
My whole being,
Ambers waves like a beach
On Sunday morning's
Glory,
Life is in me to hear your voice,
And the truth comes
Like the last gasp.

Amber is my exs daughter,
She cheated on me and we assumed
Amber wasnt mine.
So four years i loved her.
She was born at 6 months old
And weighed only 2.7 pounds.
I reached out four months
Ago for some reason on facebook
After she friended me.
I asked her if she still talked to
The man we though was her dad:

Time is a hammer
Always pounding and memory
Is the tear we dont shed,
It all comes out at once
And the weight of regret
Can be lifted,
The soul cleansed,
The hope invigorating
And life is a dream within
A dream within....

She couldnt tell me anything
So her mother gets on messenger
And tells me she is going to call me.
She tells me Amber is mine.
That I was her father all along.
The stillness in my whole
Life lifted.

And the beauty of life is
That the unexpected
Is always the best anything,
Knowing is like a perpetual
Repetitive insanity,
Regret a broken record player,
Depression a choice within
Not to fight even when
You lose,
Ambers wave came like a
Dream awake.
The reality is,
If this is real, never wake me.......




My heart is open again.
Life is so beautiful.
Amber was born with cerebral
Palsy on the right side of her
Body, shes 21 and she found
She had a great big family
After feeling so alone.
She fights everyday and is in college
So when i met her she amazed
Me with her fight. Never
Giving up i awoke from
My stillness. I have a daughter
21 years old!!!!
My little girls have a big sister.
My still born was a metaphor
For my life being stopped after she wasnt in my life.
See my facebook for
The pictures of my long lost
Daughter. Life is a beautiful
Craziness.
 Jun 2017
K Balachandran
Ardently you sought me, your perfect partner
in the planned, ****** crime extraordinaire,
all I needed to say,was "yes I am game"
Nothing more than our bodies commanded,
yet, I did that because it is you, who'd be in
the other side of the bed, that pleases me a lot.

You were an unknown and rare perfume
that I long sought, but failed to lay my hands on,
every amorous eye, falling on you,would attempt
fornication,vicarious, but all were in vein, of course
then, your eyes fell on mine, though you'd have loved
it to happen the other way round for more perfection.

Both of us are, those ones who walk that extra mile
in any kind of ****** adventure, without inhibition
if the idea originally occurred without instigation.
for us "Kamasutra"in it's real potential,is yet to be invented.
You always had thought that you were the game changer,
but now realize, things aren't  the way you expected!

How could you imagine, I still am uninitiated
in this genre,passion play we put our body and mind
a flaw you should have avoided, in  the  first place.
Now,make up for the lost time.Do the thing in earnest,
why don't you ascertain the facts before begining?
One presumes that things  move the way one plans
with out considering the significant other playing!
playground of cupid remains a field of pleasant surprises.
 Jun 2017
Cné
Be my muse tonight, my love.  
Inspire me in my dreams.
In poetry, I'll think of you
where starlight always gleams.

As Morning Glories catch the sun,
I'll capture you in rhyme.
My heart will sing your praises
while you make my spirit climb.

The raindrops are a mockery
that try to match my tears,
which fall like diamonds on my cheeks
each time our parting nears.

Your eyes like pools of amber
often take my breath away.
Your lips demand attention
and my ardor doth obey.

Be my muse tonight, my love.  
Ensnare me with a kiss.
Enslaved my heart shall ever be
a prisoner of your bliss.
 Jun 2017
K Balachandran
Away from the nicely lit place,
where guests chatted and giggled,
we sat face to face, in the after glow
of our smoldering new found love,
for quite a while,wondering within us,
how could emotional fireworks blow up
amidst prolonged pandemonium,like this?
Words to us, seemed quite out of place
I just gazed and gazed in to her eyes
she blushed,like a first time kisser.
A faint beam from a distance, made her
emotionally charged  face look all  aflame.
Her nostrils pretty attractive,perfect rings
looked flared,like an animal's,I noticed
that catches a scent, awaited for long;
seemed like she had an urgent need to express.
I had a guess, but her words were distracting,
"I love your fingers"she lisped, my index finger
on the right hand she started to pet,
"It's so enticing"she spoke as if
she substitutes a thing for one different.
as the compulsion was such.
Time stood still, in the middle,but that wasn't a hitch!
I remembered she had to leave, shortly
but the tide of our passions was flooding still,
so we created darkness at will around us.
I reckon I'll keep my golden fiddle,
How blind are you not to know this is love?
A star so confusing than a riddle,
That draws men in thoughts vast as skies above;
Yet softly comes as waters of a brook,
To confine one in a deep sea of thoughts,
Like a lone shepherd doth search a stray crook.
Though like a scudding cloud you'll think of naught,
For if she'd be a gem, she's but a pearl,
Thrice more precious than gold is to a dwarf;
Yet if a flower seldom doth unfurl,
Despite for her sake, poetry, men ****.

**Ye men so blind to unfurl my riddle,
"Love was the key to my golden fiddle."
#Decasyllabic

Dedicated to whoever has been dwelling under silhouettes of curiosity to know the answer to "Solve My Riddle Sonnet 004"...A poem I penned not so many moons ago.
 Jun 2017
Akira Chinen
I am tired and miss the comfort of sleep
The hours of endless dreams
Uninterrupted
The dull nights of perfect solitude
The quite yearning of nothing more
Of my life of something less
Peaceful lonely tides
Of sad moon lullabies
Washing over the cracks
And broken pieces
Of a heart still faintly beating
Happy enough to remember
Love kisses of long ago
Limbs of dead lovers
Holding me under my breath
Burning ghosts of memories
Of torrent blissful bodies
With eager hands
And lustful mouths
Dancing lunatics under
And over and twisted
And tangled within sheets
Made of dreams and fire
What a crazy ride
What a life of love
It has been
Hearts still burning in stars
Of my now lonely sky
Names I still hear in songs
Of melancholy beauty
And tender kindness
I miss them all
I loved them all
I love them still

...

And now
Unexpectedly
There is you
A soft pulse of hopelessness
A gently crushing weight
A dream
That has made me painfully aware
That my life is not done
That love is
Not done
And it doesn't need
To be felt in kisses
Or to know your touch
Your body never need
Be naked before my mine
Our limbs never need
To dance with madness
And lust
It is there
In the space
And time between us
Illuminated
By the lighting
Of your heart
And sung
In the thunder
Of my pulse
Two specs passing briefly
One on the way up
The other falling down
My heart filled
With just the sound
of your name
And needs nothing more
To know
Your love is beautiful
 Jun 2017
Akira Chinen
You left black lipstick stains on the soul of my sins
and my heart beat heavy and loud
with thunder at just the thought of your hand in mine
and I was tangled in time
and stretched beyond the boundaries of love
and swept off to a sea of tremulous lust
and I drowned in the ache to feel the sweet taste
of the dreams tattooed over your milky way skin
and you were there in the middle of a restless night
a scattering of stars singing the perfect lullaby
to ease my troubled mind
and paint new meaning into the void of my existence
and the curves of your hips hide their own private privilege
of blissful pleasures that could consume me
to be forever lost to dance in the madness
of the flames of carnal acts
and yet it was the something more
swirling in the cosmic awareness
in the colors in your eyes
that trapped me in the web of the true beauty
you wear beneath your flesh and bones
and it is here in the raw essence
of the flickering flashes of lightning
illuminating the heart within your soul
that I can see the promise of paradise
that has eluded the words of fire burning poetry
and brought the devil down from his throne
to weep openly on his knees
and beg to once again know
the nirvana of heaven
with no earthly binds
and it is here that I find myself in longing
and desperation
to taste the black lipstick of your sin
and to know the beauty of love
That lives only in the illustration
Of your tattooed heart
 Jun 2017
Bor ehgit
The weight of your body and the pressure of your lips. Leaves me in suspension. Endlessly gravitating ever closer to you. Until two points become one machine, one that's built to withstand all of time. In short, I'll spend every moment I have madly in love with you.
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