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 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Gaffer
My god, red bra, orange pants, and green socks, I’m making love to a traffic light.

Get on with it.

I can’t, where do I start.

What does it matter.

It matters a lot, if I start with your bra, do I stop, or do I drive on knowing three penalty points and an eighty pound fine are coming my way. Do I start with your pants, amber gambling, if I start with your socks, then that’s it, I’m away.

Well. what do you expect me to do.

I expect you to dress appropriately for the occasion, I mean, Gok Wan couldn’t fix you.

Well, if we’re in an insulting mood, I don’t like the tiger pants you wear, especially as tiger’s are nearly extinct.

Oh god, did you really say that, I’m going out with a *****, 0.5 wit.

What does that mean.

It means you’re a half wit.

Well, I was going to get naked, and put my duffle coat on to get you excited, but not now.

Just what every guy wants, a naked girl in a duffle coat.

Some guys would die to see me naked in a duffle coat.

Do you know, you’re right, I've now got this fantasy in my head, put on an orange hat, and wow, pelican crossing.

Get knotted, and I tell you now, that’s the only action you’ll get tonight

Well, in that case I’ll just have to create a fantasy

On he went with it, hallucinating vividly while she stood there, unarmed and furious.

Hell she was already *****, maybe she could save the situation. She looked down at her pants.

You know, you could still drive, if you have already crossed the line.

His eyes opened quickly, as if trying to catch her lying. He considered it...

Lose the bra and the socks

Lose the tiger get up

Both coming halfway, they now stood in the living room, one more naked than the other. Still a little insulted she went on to caress his member.

He, too stubborn to show his pleasure, gazed at the ceiling, feigning boredom.

Furious she slapped him across his face with a high pitched shriek, picked up her things and walked towards the door, getting dressed on the go.

Realizing he had gone too far and that he was now all up and running, he tried to bring her to other ideas...

BAM went the door.

She'll call.

Paul Gaffney & Lily Nurmi.
 Jan 2016 Sirenes
jayebird
Right now the only feeling you know is
A troubling trembling tormenting your gut
Creeping it's way into every gaping space,
Every pore that craves a name

Floods force their way between your golden temples
Your kingdom
Your presence, with
Radioactive pollution that leaves you
Struggling for air and for your own words

So sit back down, love
Don't feel rushed
Just give into gravity
Open your ears
Your jaw and your fears
Allow the musical medicine,  
The strings of silence and peace
Move your mouth to open
And breathe

Now you may
Taste the millions of magic molecules
Dancing all around
Notice how they satisfy the ache once evolving from your mouth

They travel down a dark tunnel
To reclaim a familiar sensation

And now for the moment we've all been waiting on
Fill your balloons surely
With the magical gas
Those everlasting fumes
Create homes in your warm, cozy embrace
But only for a moment before
Returning to the vast unknown

And always remember what I told you,
That even the oxygen all around you
Is temporary compared with eternity

And you must trust me when I tell you;

You don't belong to the ideas they've made
They don't really own you
Like your head may portray
It only takes charge when you listen to your outsides speak
Or, rather, scream

And remind yourself everyday;

The back of your head has answers
The back of your hand can't explain
Allow yourself a breath of fresh life and
Don’t allow your skull to outweigh your soul
Lose this shell you've outgrown and
Discover every heaven and hell
Within the depths
Of yourself.
about the power of meditation, calming anxiety, and appreciating the great emptiness/wholeness that is yourself. also my first poem on here, so that's cool
 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Keith Wilson
I  walked  past  my  old  house  today
it  had  changed -  new  modern  windows
And  doors.

The  garden  looked  the  same
Although  it  wasn't  as  well  kept  as  I  remembered  it.

I  passed  the  old  Co-op  shop
Where  I  started  work  at  fifteen.
Sadly  it  is  now  an  antique  shop.

I  climbed  Woodbank,  a  steep  hill  in   the  village
The  landscape  had  changed  little
Except  for  a  motorway  cutting  through  it.

The  old  canteen- where  I  used  to  deliver  groceries-
Had  disappeared  without  trace.

Also  the  indoor  tennis  courts  had  gone
Replaced  by  new  bungalows.

Yes,  a  lot  of  changes  have  taken  place
Since  I  left  in  1957.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.  
      
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 Jan 2016 Sirenes
Keith Wilson
..Her  bravery  was unsurpassed.
She  was  example  to  us  all.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
There are a million reasons to say you don't love, but a million others to prove you do so,why is it that you deny saying it, is it a trick or a magic spell, to deny is to hide who you are, but the trouble is when it just reflect in your actions, there are a lot of ways you can hide them and a lot more excuses to tell you have never been before,but is it because of the fear that you run from love or the want that you graciously hide to look perfect, or is it a sad story of yourself or a friend that lurks behind whenever you think of love,is it just a veil that you don't love or truly can you be without love...
A parable of enduring love hereafter , my soul applied to song , voiced on the wind by the very instrument of God ...
My heart in her receivership forevermore , my star in the Autumn night directing me home , a ravenous , emaciated vessel having found benefit of welcome shore .. In the grace of eventide , gulls cry , explore the surface of the oceans , faithful in their travails across the tumultuous waters , birds that long for the fidelity I propose before you , my one and only ...
Copyright January 27 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2016 Sirenes
crystallaiz
12am* and imagining
a play on the dark ceiling
1.30am and relieved
for the 5 hours before light
but slumber is a deceptive guy
who lingers just out of frame
3am and wondering
when the sun will rise
end this torture
of lying awake
wanting to sleep
but being disturbed by
slices of daytime memories
haunted by the
ghost of tomorrow
6am and fatigued
wary of sleep that
comes in loose scraps
the sunshine peeks through
and it's time to live out
last night's tomorrow
which will metamorphose
into tonight's insomnia
I've been having more of these nights recently, and it *****. Big time.
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