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 Dec 2017 K G
wordvango
hells yes
 Dec 2017 K G
wordvango
to my delight,
   for I was only six months away
      from letting her know
           my dreams and desires,
she asked me
    out of the blue
        to lunch with her
            sit-down, not buffet;
as she proffered
    the offer her eyes
           kind of sparkled
               and she tilted her head
to the left, touched
    her hair... now this
          was unexpected a tad urgent
               as I rewrote  
                 the novel-erased all my fears.
She touched my forearm gently
     and I saw
              sparkles and fireworks
                   and candlelit dinners
as all that
     would utter from
               my mouth agape
                     over and over again
was hells yes....hells yes
 Dec 2017 K G
Dahlya
Recrudescence
 Dec 2017 K G
Dahlya
New hands smoothly grazing
Where yours once were
Finally the feeling
Of a fresh start
And the sound
Of a brand new laugh
That makes my heart skip
In a different way
Than I felt before
With the adrenaline rush
And wine stained
Chapped lips
Came a warm feeling
And a new comfort
Intertwined on the couch
And white smoke
As I fell into her smile
With my head in the clouds
And arms wrapped around me
A safe new home
Precious and untainted
By old memories
 Dec 2017 K G
Pagan Paul
.

The special speculative speculum
examined an orifice one day.
Upon its initial inspections
it was clearly heard to say

'I've been in some holes before
but this one takes the biscuit.
I should go in a little deeper
but don't know if I should risk it.
For there is a blockage here,
one I would rather not disturb.
I should really try to describe it
but I am struggling to find a verb.
It was always going to happen,
one day it would come to pass,
when in would walk a patient
with his head stuck up his ****'.


© Pagan Paul (14/12/17)
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 Dec 2017 K G
Druzzayne Rika
Years pass but I am still stuck behind.
 Dec 2017 K G
beth fwoah dream
the stars parade,
the moon curves into
silence,
the night broods
in a frosty sky,

footsteps follow
like the witching hour
in her emerald
caves,

kiss me, sweet boy,
let me rest
in your arms,
sing a song of
love into the
night tide,

sway with you
in a ghostly
circle,

sunken like
a blue pool
beneath the
stars,

where our
forever begins
in the unravelling
of the old moon.
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