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434 · Oct 2015
Discards redux
Joel Frye Oct 2015
I hold my
sexuality
with pursed lips
and *******;

a wry smile
belies
a life of
joys and regrets.
Joel Frye Aug 2017
The deepest bruises
stay numb for the longest time;
self-preservation.
Romeo: Courage, man, the hurt cannot be deep.
Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well,
nor so wide as a church door,
but 'tis enough, 'twill serve.
"Romeo and Juliet", act 3, scene 1.
419 · Aug 2015
cuppa
Joel Frye Aug 2015
One senryu today
awakens, braces; a second
quenches spirit's thirst.
418 · May 2015
I'm not sorry
Joel Frye May 2015
Apologies are
unnecessary; nothing
sorry about you.
To Madds, from one of your biggest apologists.  ;)
417 · Jul 2015
Coward's prayer
Joel Frye Jul 2015
Please walk through my fears
with me; I feel alone, and
death is real tonight.
It's dark here tonight; tomorrow will be better.
375 · Jul 2015
Existential cord
Joel Frye Jul 2015
there's craft enough
to last my lifetime;
any artistry left?
Feeling like the old fartre Sartre tonight.
Joel Frye Jul 2015
To truly know the fire,
one must taste the ashes.

To truly feel the burn
one must know the flame

To truly burn with fire
casts off the brightest light.

and in the ashes lay
the taste of another day
This was a "call and response" dash-off on one of Helen's poems, "Unrestrained".  Check out the comment section; you can see how it came together.
357 · Jul 2015
Reprieve
Joel Frye Jul 2015
Cut yourself the slack
you would allow your best friend;
be kind to yourselves.
sticks and stones may break my bones,
the names i call myself will **** me.
342 · Sep 2015
Friends
Joel Frye Sep 2015
Some for a reason,
some for a season; even
lifetimes come and go.
All things are transitory.  Doesn't mean I have to like it.
341 · Jun 2015
On Father's Day
Joel Frye Jun 2015
A day of reckoning, where I must face
the bridges others build, the bridges burned;
to understand what gifts have come in grace,
and underscore those loved whose loss I've earned.
321 · Jul 2015
She doesn't do poetry.
Joel Frye Jul 2015
I write
leaving her
memories
I know
she'll never
read.
Joel Frye Jun 2015
three days of freedom
full acceptance of full self
from friendly ould soul
It felt like visiting my home planet.
282 · Oct 2015
Just For Today
Joel Frye Oct 2015
I will put myself
in the future, looking back
at the present pain.
A response to Mike Essig's "Problems With Prognostication".  Sometimes, it's how I get through the day.
256 · May 2015
It's our day
Joel Frye May 2015
Been called a mother
often; best of the day from
one to another.
The ones who call me mother won't be sending a card, however.
205 · Jul 2020
Une nuit enchantée
Joel Frye Jul 2020
Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat,
jaw agape and panting. Such a sight;
a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.

Charming evening's prelude to a night
where passion grinds your voice to feral growl,
jaw agape and panting.  Such a sight.

The gentle purring now belies the howl
from shattering release that takes you whole
where passion grinds your voice to feral growl.

Your strong yet silken legs enfold my soul,
as you recover life from petite mort,
from shattering release that takes you whole.

No need to contemplate what's still in store,
I'll hold this waking dream until we sleep
as you recover life from petite mort.

Tomorrow's work and worries all will keep,
I'll hold this waking dream until I sleep.
Naked, moaning softly, bathed in sweat,
a perfect beauty I'll not soon forget.
a terzanelle pour votre plaisir.
184 · Jul 2020
Autumn
Joel Frye Jul 2020
Some people change their
colors and fall away; a
few are evergreen.
Transferring poems from an alt account.

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