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 Nov 2010 Oik
Keiran ODonell
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Until the sea waves wash into the dead of night
Gathering enough jewels to wear
My life will touch upon the shores of light
And my thoughts will always be there

My treasures whirl around the earth as I speak
Clouds rise into the hours beyond
Life’s river flows slowly yet is never weak
Eliciting my emotions to respond

Far and fast reaching is the hand of nature’s power
I can hear her calling in the wind
My eyes seek to see better in every hour
Releasing dust that made them blind

I see no scarlet time when life could be so cruel
Yet few now remember our sea
But I still watch her gathering all her jewels
To wear upon her waves for you and me

Idle hours are gracious into the dead of night
When sea waves rush upon the shore
As jewels fall from heaven replenishing my light
Flowing life’s river into me once more
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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 Nov 2010 Oik
Disarme
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 Nov 2010 Oik
Disarme
Long time ago
I was the one that I'm now
Without regrets
Now I stumble
In the quiet existence
Of the old nights
I now live like this
Within the great *****
By anonymous bodies
Within the great depths
Of a dead bottle
And me the cause of death
Lullabies of broken visions
My old days dreams
Where they are?Where the **** are?
Down into my praying acts?
That's the questions
Of an uncoming yet life
 Nov 2010 Oik
ju
Please?
 Nov 2010 Oik
ju
Can I come to you as I am,
in secret-
brimming with the need to be held?
Can I lay hot whispers on your skin
then taste how they make you feel?
Can I show you how to touch me,
how hard to press?
If I cry
can I hide salty tears
in the soft curve of your neck?
Can I bite, ever so gently,
before I scream?
Can I be your lover,
without you loving me?
Can I, please?
 Nov 2010 Oik
Erica Jong
You call me
courageous,
I who grew up
gnawing on books,
as some kids
gnaw
on bubble gum,

who married disastrously
not once
but three times,
yet have a lovely daughter
I would not undo
for all the dope
in California.

Fear was my element,
fear my contagion.
I swam in it
till I became
immune.
The plane takes off
& I laugh aloud.
Call me courageous.

I am still alive.

— The End —