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 Oct 2017 The Dedpoet
Lora Lee
(explicit)

**** my soul
        with poetry
           scream out my gracious name
             slay me with words
               that peel my layers
                and simultaneously
                                   drive me
                                           insane

finger me slowly, hotly
with just the right rhythm and rhyme
    push me past my
                 tender limits
                       into tongues of syntax,
                                                      sublime

a­lliterate my senses
   (in swift stac
                    c-at
                           o)
until my mind is but blank verse
    mess up my stressed
              and unstressed syllables
in unsung language, versed

I will speak to you in vowels
(the only sound
       I will be able to make)
as you stroke
   my iambic pentameter
             in the heat of frothed-up
                                                     ache

we are this heroic couplet, you see
        even if the meaning seems veiled
           no need for simile or metaphor
               as I feel your chest rise
                              in deep inhale

we are a natural paradox
       so many ironies abound
         discordant harmony
is our synaesthesia
     in visible darkness found

and I love this delicious enjambment
as your aura invisibly slips
                               into mine
our lines have no beginning,
                                 no end
    as we undo
          the boundaries
                      of time
Explicit!
synaesthesia-The production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.

en·jamb·ment
inˈjambmənt,enˈjam(b)mənt/שלח
noun
(in verse) the continuation of a sentence without a pause beyond the end of a line, couplet, or stanza.
Be Slain
What a wonderful beauty you are
Sleeping just in a perfect serenity
In between now there is but no bar
Let us be together to touch infinity
Let me touch your soft skin to know
How fabulous your looks are to see
Let my love take a glance in the show
Whatever circumstances could be
We will remain together in delight
Our pleasure always to surpass pain
Your light will show me all in night
Love just need beauty to take be slain
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
.

The driver says,
" move down the bus "
passengers with blank looks
because
nobody gives two *****
it's a case of ' I'm alright jack '
even though
there's plentiful room
at the back.

I get off and walk.

*******.
 Sep 2017 The Dedpoet
wordvango
If were I to see a way to not be me or
to see a day
I could be anybody
If were the day to only be longer
many things
might be
I see
If were I to see myself truly
I may be surprised
Perhaps I am okay
or the right time has come where
If I were to be a
an apple or peach or bean
and I was picked
by someone
maybe a fair laddie
put into her basket
taken home
might I sprout?
 Sep 2017 The Dedpoet
Mohd Arshad
Zqq
Always go for honesty
Dishonesty will never compel you
To hang your face in shame
If the Little Dictator was alive?
He would admire Trump and his squad.
Conquer and divide, would be his motto.

Gather your group together through intimidating factors.
Support the violence of one and blame the other.

If ****** was living.
Whew! Just like now, we would be in a heap of trouble.
Except in America vicious hate always get kicked down.

Even if ****** was living.
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