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Feb 2017 bex

wordvango

long hair around my neck
a red complexion
my grandfather would have never
approved of my predilection
for words instead of action
he stands in my memory so tall
white haired then and chiseled
face and faction
a man of Cherokee stance
and action, had markers and hates he stood
fast to, no other way to act he said,
kept Grandma pregnant
her whole life, until she had that attack,
and lay paralysed her last years of breathing,
then he kept up with her nurse,
and climbing pruning trees till he was 93.
He fell fast , one September,
like a limb he had pruned from an oak,
fell hard to the ground under
a hot sun, his whole life devoted
to family and heritage.
He might not approve of me, being so
magnamious in forgiveness.
It has to end some day, though.

Feb 2017 bex

Hold Me Tight

Feb 2017 bex

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

Hold Me Tight

Collect my broken pieces
off the floor,

Gather my tired soul -
unlock my heavy heart's door.

Hold me tight
and never let me go,

Lift me high
whenever I feel low.

Protect me from the sources
of my anxiety,

Let me dwell within your heart -
my soul's only safe and secure society.

Fold me
into your warm embrace,

Cocoon me--keep me forever safe.

By Lady R.F ©2017

Feb 2017 bex

On Your Feet ...

Feb 2017 bex

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

On Your Feet ...

Invisible current whispering , tapping me on the shoulder then screaming , Oya's dominating the dawn in her fiery gown
Windows thumping , porch chairs bumping ,
thunder rumbling , tall pines touching , cattle running
Water Oaks were shedding , horizontal wind chimes were flailing
Sheets of white lightning flashing , needles flying onto cars , junk from trash cans flying over well houses , pole barns and pickup trucks
The stormfront is passing , Mother Natures heaving breath is taxing , I'm off to bed part two , cracking the window to hear the sprinkles , adding a blanket , snuggling with a pillow , bits of rain tapping hypnotically , back to sweet
Wednesday morning unconsciousness* ....

Feb 2017 bex

Cigarette

Feb 2017 bex

Gidgette

Cigarette

I wish I was his cigarette,
Have him breathe me in so deeply
Wrap his lovely lips around me
Set fire to me, And
Burn
Slowly for him
To be the thing he holds
In his artful hand
Oh, what a lucky thing
That cigarette

I sneaked a cigarette this evening. It was heavenly. Happy Valentine's Day to me;)

Feb 2017 bex

Even in the garden.... of inspiration

Feb 2017 bex

Keith W Fletcher

Even in the garden.... of inspiration

Even in the garden of inspiration There will be no second chance..
..to redo that first dance

So don't always wait for the invitation
To step up...to step up and not miss
That awkward and electrifying build-up of the first kiss

What glory will be won by implication
That creates some obstinate need to win it
If you surrender raise the white flag and are still late by 1 minute

Will you be able to dispel the inclination
That persists in what if's.... you had done this
Or might some ironic twist allow something else to miss

Even In The garden of inspiration
Where dreams of  butterfly parades
Lends color and pattern and beauty that never fades

And the artistic squirrel renders artistic deviation
By showing off the scrolls which he carefully unrolls
Depictions of treeless wastelands
beyond his controls

As the squirrels all gather  to witness his creation
A sad vigil they sit the branches where so often each one dances
I stand chastened by guilt felt
the pain in the eyes - as each one glances

From the barren depiction to me and at our symbiotic relation.
We destroy forests, water... air ....
taking more than our needs
This line of solumn tree dwellers
give back forests by hoarding seeds

So even in the garden of inspiration..
..I cannot see how it will all work out
When the squirrels all stop dancing
And the butterfly parades wilt in the world without shade

Even in the garden of inspiration I can't see past the destruction and decimation
To what should be our greatest creation

And I wonder - if we even care
To really really really look at the state of disrepair
We have allowed ourselves to take for granted
What the animals and birds and fish allowed us to share.