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Horses tethered endlessly on Latton Common
Bored an lonely
Left for days
Do their owner really care? or just go their own ways

Neighing to each other
Though the others are out of view
They are lost from sight behind the trees
And feeling pretty fed up and blue

A stranger comes and cuts them loose
And off they run together
Neighing catch me if you can
Let us run free forever
A lone tree stands out
Against the stormy sky

On the far side of
The lawn in our garden

Surrounded by snowdrops
Quite a pretty picture!

Keith Wilson March 2017
He dreamt he was Sappho's trusted companion,
To whom she shared her love's poetic lessons.
And then came this moment of revelation;
He longed to be a woman and make love to her.
Things are not as they seem  at the outset,
That part of him madly in love with Sappho"s secrets
Didn't really know is it her body, soul or poetry
That made him go mad with an intoxicating pleasure.

The other part of him in love with himself  more,
Protested"I desire her like a man does a woman"
Love is insane often, it is hidden within the masks worn.
In every passionate love affair, is a river of fire to cross.
Love puts him in a dilemma,without any resolve at sight.
In a life ensconced in fantasy, he is steeped in a  love stupor
If ever he again wakes up, he'll try to make lasting peace,
Slosh in the poetic wine of Sappho and desire her all the more.
JP Pyper

There's fire in my soul.
From the heavens she flowed
She betters my best.
She bridles the beast.
I feel her heat in every set
I touch her flame in every rep.
It burns
It purges
She leads me to perfection
She enfolds me in her affection.
I feel her fingers of fire
Blaze through me
As she trace each fiber
And she sculpture every muscle carefully and patiently
A never ending flame in her embrace
As I raise the weights to touch her again and again.
And I die to self each time we touch.
I wrote this poem in the gym. I have a cool pic of it on my face book wall you can find me in my link below through my volunteer work Everyone hurts in the gym  the way you see pain will determine if you grow or fold. If you like my poem please show your appreciation by having a look at my volunteer work. https://www.gofundme.com/volunteer-work-to-help-our-oceans
born ugly and wick
a monster and a beast
but what's behind
the story of yours?
hidden beneath those eyes of gold
you wear scales as your skin
but is it impenetrable of pain?

In the eyes of gods
you were wronged
but it was them
who made the fault
always be remembered
etched in the pages
of history untold
a merciless and vicious fiend
not a young maiden
who desired to be loved
but was taken before she could have
her story which never been told.  Medusa
I move the curtains
The sun is bright
Jasmine's body is fragile at night

پرده های اتاقم را کنار می زنم
آفتاب روشن است
تن یاسمن در شب نازک می شود
The sweet never grows old
Or so it has been said silently and fortold
But one never knows what fortune may hold

Fortune, the misguided traveler
Whom, winds wildy send
That,in dandy-lionic fashion is fortune's fend
All the troubles of tyrants have brought to bend
There you find him, dicingly deciding
Riguriously rolling away, not minding
This carousing of carelessness
Is what bought and sold him his business

And business is good
The lifestyle and the luxurious lude
All was pefect, even the mood
But that's the aroura allure
Falling into flooding failure

And business is too good
Lucious conditioning can have one fooled
Fortune is not to be mettled with or tooled
Now it is time for this traveler to be leaved
All the misspoiled one needs is his soul to be retrieved
Luckyliy the lucid fortune's duty has been relieved
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