Page Seventy Three: Favorites

in my dream of spirals
we meet on the stairs
at the shoulder of the world

may i? i ask as i gather you in my arms;
in our cloak of words
our filigreed cocoon of thought

here, in our dawn of skin
we shine softly

and spill from a thousand kisses

through an open window

.

#poetry

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

Earth Accepts

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

nivek

Earth Accepts

Sun will keep shining
Moon will speak to lovers
Earth accepts our burials

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

Starlight

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

BianchiBlue

Starlight

My love is starlight
falling into the luster
of a waxing moon

#love #haiku #moon #senryu #starlight

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

Two kinds of people

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

Victoria

Two kinds of people

If life were an ocean,
you would be a whale,
and I would be glass.

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

SATELLITE MOUTHS

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

Alexander K Opicho

SATELLITE MOUTHS

You loudly speak as a mouth for hire,
Your eyes look but a proxy of alien vision
You ears hear as delegated organs
Your wholesome body is a satellite machine
Commercially angled for foul prosperity
Going in contrast to the holy covenant
With the Poor folks of your forlorn land,
Can’t you realize one time in future
That satellite organs shift in effect
With the shifting balance of the global fortunes,
It is only the voice of gender and the weakly voiceless
That suffers no withdrawl, it comes from eternity
And it will echo persistence beyond the confines
Of the satellite mouth in the poor world
That has destine in the horizon of money
Moral manipulation in contrast to fortitude.

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

The Road to Silence

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

John F McCullagh

The Road to Silence

There’s a troubling trend in the land of the “Free”.
Many things go unspoken; they’re just not “P.C.”
Crimes are committed and no one is shocked
when they go unpunished and lips remained locked.
To speak truth to power is to risk mockery.
You’ll be labelled a racist; that’s just not “P.C.”
So much as gone wrong In the land of the “Free”
It would bore you to list the whole sad Litany.
If ever you wondered just what you would do
In a time when great evil was threatening you?
You need no longer wonder. You didn’t stand tall.
On the sad road to silence you said nothing at all.

It has been 21 years since Vince Foster "committed suicide."

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

Close

Jul 2014 Page Seventy Three

Amanda Fletcher

Close

Stain my naked body
With your blood, clear.
It a not the first time I've absorbed your foreign nature,
I've been doing it for years
Through your body,
Through your mouth
dripping with the liquid sensation of your lonely soul, grinding away the essence of physical feeling with physical feeling, hot, your hollowed out, it's purposefully misunderstood by you
But not by me.
I see inside your holes, I've always been able to,
And now, finally, your looking into mine.