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 Jul 2016 PrttyBrd
b for short
In the quiet hours
before the sun,
I shed a thousand
layers of you.
Dead, heavy skins
flutter to the ground
to decorate my ankles,
until suddenly,
I’m light.
So light that I float
and, as I rise,
breathe in
the whole universe.
I see colors—
new to my eyes.
I feel safe here,
knowing there is
no happiness
like mine.
© Bitsy Sanders, July 2016
Isn't there a better way?
O'er this snakeskin shedding,
Than this slow emotional death
Looking for cartharsis
Never to be?

Please, make me, me.
Release me from the birdcage,
And tell me where to dream.

Ah, I look for a tool of my own,
Somewhere buried in the dirt,
Because I am a plow without purpose,
A sword in peacetime.

Sheathed, but mostly lost.
Meaningless, but not wandering,
and so there is no journey,
no art.


Stagnation. Ah.
And a slow morose breath.
Just one long, inhale
For no greater cosmic purpose,
Than the exhale, fleeting.

What a beauty, she said in my agonizing reverie.
Smiling, turning, leaning,
Oyasumi, Good morning.
And the sun's lights ne'er did beam.
The morning stayed dark.
I died, there
heart still beating.
 Jul 2016 PrttyBrd
Mike Patten
Mistaken for a wise man,
never true to his word,
thieving little *******,
never going unheard,
he thought it was his,
he knew that it wasn't,
still pretending he owned it,
for caring? he doesn't,
his box of tricks just fooled you,
you shouldn't be ashamed,
there's a list of all the ones who've fallen,
to him,
to me,
you're just a name.
 Jul 2016 PrttyBrd
MRQUIPTY
elephant silently
steps past
slumbering
baby
by
trees,
by
wind,
humming
lullabies.
 Jul 2016 PrttyBrd
MRQUIPTY
bride
 Jul 2016 PrttyBrd
MRQUIPTY
almond eyes lowered under cover.
hands stained red with dirt are held.
wantonly, widows lift veils, waiting
for sheet flagging a ****** crossing
four line challenge
 Jul 2016 PrttyBrd
SE Reimer
~

think again if you believe
light is but a rapid blur,
consider that the spark
that lives between
two lover-friends, is light
exchanged in slow fashion;
the slow burn of a campfire,
the sparkle of her passion,
the flicker of a candle,
whisperings of the starlight,
the way a moon beam
bends the tides,
and makes her eyes twinkle;
each my confirmation,
of light that moves
so satisfying slow,
allowing flames to ever grow
ever higher, higher,
kindling sparks into a fire,
for love that lasts
is not a spark alone...
no,
love’s passion is a bon fire,
a sunset setting sky aglow;
an ever-building slow,
to effervescent ether;
a gently flowing kiss,
a living, colored tapestry
of drifting twilight mist;
this the speed of light...
my heart’s desire,
mirrored in my lover’s eyes.

~

*post script.

love at the speed of sunsets and star gazing;
evenings spent round the campfire
with only the light of the fire,
the stars and that sparkle in each other's eyes...
falling in love, all over again!
 Jul 2016 PrttyBrd
jeffrey robin
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A loveless Nation

( everyone claiming to be so much .... " in love ! ")

)(


But then :

All the movies are about zombies and vampires !!!!

( our true selves appear ! )

)(


The only thing we do

Openly

Is to destroy ourselves

We do it openly but not

Honestly

)(

We call our immaculate hatred

" LOVE ! "



All the better to hurt someone




Despite all the claims to love and respect for

All our fellow poets here

The fact that we purposefully distort Reality

in our works in order to confuse each other

Is a sign of total disrespect and hatred !

This disprepect and hatred

Is our real feelings for each other




Why should a poet give a **** about what your so called lover feels about you


When obvously he or she

Don't give a **** about you )????

Such is our daily dying in the public square !

Muddy ****** uselessness

!

I love you


(?so ******* what?)




We only talk of love for a purpose !!


Sick and demented !!


But a purpose !!!


( to cause and spread pain )

Yep

that's as ugly as we are





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