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 Sep 2017
nivek
When hunting, the tribe is quiet, for obvious reasons, if the hunt is to be successful
but the tribe would still be communicating
and unity of means and purpose would ensure the outcome favourable to the aims of the hunters
so silence of the lips can afford a powerful way to interact with your environment, and your fellow Man, for the welfare and prospering
of the Human tribe, and what would a Hermit be hunting if not a peaceful mind heart and soul for the benefit of Mankind communicated not primarily with the spoken, or written word, but the spiritual, unseen benefit of being united, as far as is possible, with love.
 Sep 2017
Evelyn Rose
As we walk,
You tell me
that the silt from the river
has built up over the years
creating a new bank
with flowers
and plants
making the best of the rich soil.
As you speak,
I note the sound of your voice
and wish
I could sink in
and grow
like the foxgloves
in the mud.
 Sep 2017
Irving MacPherson
tall pines
birch trees
lining the trail

high cliffs
running streams

waterfalls
spilling over rock

smashing into
pools below

ears attuned
to forest creatures

dusk
fast approaching

a full grown doe
meanders

a young buck
follows

I wonder
who it is

that feels
more fear

in that moment
we are one
 Sep 2017
Eleanor Rigby
he wrote about
her and
made her
immortal.


-- Eleanor
 Sep 2017
Eleanor Rigby
and if someday,
some happy day
life grabs you by the collar
and knocks some sense
into your head,
don't think about it
don't fight it.

just remember
that somewhere
in the bottom of a wine glass,
you exist
forever.


-- Eleanor
 Sep 2017
Born
I hate you
You only think about yourself
Whatever you do, you do it for yourself
You are a selfish egomaniac *****
I'd rather........

Selfish you say (she interrupts)
Hate you say (furious)
For the love I've shown you isn't enough, what would be
you have no heart
Your soul reeks of despair
What would a  cremated heart know of love?

What a hypocrite you are
throwing blames whilst knowing
you've forsake our love
I loath the years I've wasted on your compulsion
being enslaved to your beauty
how I longed to taste your lips
Dear God, if I could just meek at my future
and see the monster that had enchanted me**

Because of you
We built our relationship on a fragile glass
I warned you ( talking to her heart)
Never to fall in love
now your in pieces ( tears)
I never wanted any of this
When did love become this bitter!
 Sep 2017
Melissa S
I know you can stimulate me with your hands
that's easy....:)
Now I want to see what you can do to my mind
Let's have a stimulating conversation
****** me with your words
Tease me with some ****** poetry
Sing to me a song from your heart
Tell me what you want to do to me....
Be VERY descriptive
Take your time with me ~let it last a little longer
The bond between us will only grow stronger
The lesser known erogenous zone for women is the mind... :)
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