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 Jan 2014 Dumb Baby
Becca
The waves go marching two by two
In the deep ocean blue
As the whale splashes and spews
Yet, The waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two
As the whale splashes and spews
And seagulls cry and the wind too
Yet, The waves go marching two by two


The waves go marching two by two
As the seagulls cry and the wind too
And a child rowing in his canoe,
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two
And a child is rowing in his canoe,
Where the waters are big and ado,
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two
Where the waters are big and ado,
And the ocean vast and a child subdue,
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two,
And the ocean vast and a child subdue,
As a child’s last cry and the sea brews
Yet, the waves go marching two by two

The waves go marching two by two
As a child’s last cry and the sea brews
A child dies in the deep ocean blue
Yet, the waves go marching two by two
 Jan 2014 Dumb Baby
Tim Knight
Venus sits below a contrail necklace
whilst the moon above sighs,
a ring around its lips guiding
shoreline ships back home again
to be met by merry wives.

Walking with the swell in their socks
the sailors tread on land,
trembling souls and uneasy hearts
make for nervous hands.

Their faces have greyed under
a stubble mist, grown out of a
no-mirror-broken-razor rage;
to kiss is to make red,
to be back home is to sleep in a bed.

Tight canyon cheeks are stretched-
flat canvas peaks, tanned bronze
by a sun that runs among
northern hemisphere, north-east sheets.

Chipped lips miss the taste of salt
so drink up the malt and take a rest,
not long from now he'll want
his mistress back, the woman
of the swell, this ocean's mademoiselle.
for the sea.

From coffeeshoppoems.com
 Jan 2014 Dumb Baby
EJ Aghassi
i am 7914 days old as i type this
and those days have been a blur

but nonetheless,
from the beginning-

those countless hours
spent on earth-

to this very
moment in time,

i don't think i've ever seen a more beautiful smile
 Jan 2014 Dumb Baby
EJ Aghassi
lead me
i long to taste the sunset

let kindred psyche
intermingle
as quiet breath
escapes yearning lips

tired lips
longing for a place to rest

dilated senses
coalescing
in essence
listening to moonlight
make silent messes
in tireless expression

and i want to truly taste
what makes you,
you

transcend concrete
sensible
surroundings, dear

humbled in
the arms of your sweet song

moving in closer
stilled

all things lead to this-

you beautiful sound
 Jan 2014 Dumb Baby
Bambi
Abducted
 Jan 2014 Dumb Baby
Bambi
I'm forced to the ground.
Im laying down.
My hands, and feet are tied.
I'm wearing a blind fold.
My back rest against something hard, like metal.
My legs rug against each other, as I try to escape.
I feel a hand rub down my side.
And one on my face.
I hear laughing.
I feel them touch my legs.
I stop fighting, knowing I cant stop them.
I feel a pinch in my thigh, it runs deep trough my body.
Then my eyes start to close, knowing they injected me.
I wake up blindfolded.
I take the wrap off my eyes to find i'm on the side of the road.
With a big, white, *****, revealing shirt.
No pants, or underwear.
I blush, groaning, as I start my journey to find home.
On this day, I remember it so
‘Twas only  twenty years ago
That he,
He was standing by the sea,
He was standing next to me.
That I,
I was chasing the air,
I didn’t have a care.
It was this exact spot that we met
And what a day we had:
Splashing water, finding starfish, and
Taking long walks up and down the shore.
He held me tight,
Then we parted the night,
And from him I heard nevermore.
 Jan 2014 Dumb Baby
Bambi
Flower
 Jan 2014 Dumb Baby
Bambi
My life as a flower.

I shall wilt in fear.

I grow towards death.

I crumble the fastest.

I die by suicide,

not **** spray.

— The End —