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I let mosquitoes **** my blood.
Fatigue pulls down on my eye lids
as I watch them.  My eyes shut.
Happy and bleeding,
my skin borrows my sight.
Greedy mosquitoes getting drunk;
drunken mosquitoes singing songs.
On my elbows, thumbs and toes
I see them dancing,
I see them floating toast.
Rude mosquitoes. They leave;
they never pay the bill.
With the taste of my blood
they fly away and hide.
I open my eyes, "Here we are!"
Red dots eveywhere and I.
We see them the next day.
Fat mosquitoes. Around they lie.
We want them to wake up but
dead mosquitoes just won't listen.
They just die and die and die.


@mosquito 05/25/2012
 Aug 2013 Robert G Page
Chris T
Diner
Hidden
In a cloud of
Blue nicotine
Sits near
Our home
Serving up grease
Burgers and fries
To men
Women
Gripped by
broken hearts
Bad luck
And rain
The cook, waiters,
Stare at the food
Mad eyes
Wishing
For some change that
Will never come
Through those
Yellow
Doors the newly
Dead men, women,
Walk in
Ready
To order fries
And burgers, shakes,
Diner
Opened
Forever so
Take your good time
Uh... Hey, it's something.
(2013)
If, from a distance so vast
With the spell you have cast
A few words from your lips
Makes my heart perform flips
Imagine, what you do in my arms
 May 2013 Robert G Page
Bluelips
How delighted I would feel,
To be the ocean wave singing softly.
Rolling towards a haven safe,
Embracing every shore so gently.

How released I would feel,
To be the eagle on the morning sky.
Carried by the wind beneath my wings,  
Gliding away without a sigh.  

How thrilled I would feel,
To be the sun breaking through the dark.
Swaying upon the surface blue,
Leaving gold with every spark.

But I am caught in silence,
And I cannot my wings perceive.
As glowing coal dying my beams they fade,
Yet my whispers will retrieve.
O’ woman….
Such an enchantress be you;
In your smiles,
You live warm!
You live charmed…
You enliven the aura of the Heaven!

O’ woman…
In your hands,
You hold the scepter; you rule!
You make and feed
You care your fawn,
You tend pain
And you pleasure thy lord!

O’ woman…
Your eyes, as mischief sparkles;
So does many dreams; Glitter!
Wake up…
Make them all true!
Go reach out the stars…
Give them some of your twinkle!

O’ woman…
In your being,
You paint a galaxy
Alive as if it were Lord’s scheme alone!

O’ woman
Heed yourself
Shed not those tears…
They be a waste
Don’t stain your pretty face…
Walk, trudge and explore
That pace of life..
In your mere presence;
You make
Everyone’s living possible!

O’ woman,
You be the gem…
Shining bright and true!
Preach your worth;
Priceless in measure!
This is dedicated to my office colleague... who is battling difficulties in her personal life.. May she find her peace soon! :)
 May 2013 Robert G Page
st64
1.
to give a chance, to an attending unsophisticate
await proof of whatever revered worth wanted
seeming to have little or no life experience
means not there's nothing to give

time-trenches furrowed in mire too deep . . .


2.
assume nothing so easy of another
chickety-choo, just see it through
fine particles of gray comet's tail ricochet in the eye
friction desired, yet not always

there is some pluck, you know . . .



3.
you see, as many a soul-straggler roams
some may not shine as bright as desirous fit
but (amongst other things)
actually, they do have something others crave

still unconverted, slow-releasing grit . . .



4.
no crisis here, only eager groom-in-waiting
cheerful chevy, too bright on wooden words
zigzagging to capture all-elusive allure
banish each espiegled scab

clip-clop, tear not off old wounds.



5.
So, even as half-regarded not good enough (yet?)
nails screech on board, turbulent cadence
tips dig deep into sinking blades
grant that chance not only to let make, but to make a mark . . .


for strangely, I already know.



S T, 16 May 2013
ever applied for a position, only to be told... not experienced enough....?

gimme a chance!

must graciously accept, never say never....might get that call again...


.... good enough!
(or only, cos someone else no longer can or .... got the boot...lol)

must one conform so??




'need'

why, you could never own
even if I gave you what I want
I may not have what you want or seek
but what you need

ere facile discard of life-slice
mark well thwarted spot
in event of fire . . . knock out glass /
of water
knock on wood.

grant it
do grant it.

:)
 May 2013 Robert G Page
FrannyFoo
Where would you like to meet?
the library
Really? Okay... When?
1:00, unless you want to get lunch before
Lunch? Nah, I'm good... I... don't... eat...
well I mean, yeah totally, cool
yeah.
totally.
cool.
I mean, we can do whatever.
No yeah, library, perfect place for a date.
Yup, You don't know how to propose a lunch date.
Kay. See you then
bye sweet

I love that about you.
I crave these conversations,
I know they make you blush.
They make me smile.
You wanted this date to be perfect.
And so you chose a library.
Chose the place you would be most cozy.
Chose the place where we had our first kiss.
Yes, I remembered. How could I forget.
See you then, my socially-awkward, beautiful boy.
 May 2013 Robert G Page
FrannyFoo
I can't help but wonder
How he used to cry.
Did he wail at the top of his lungs?
Or did he silently weep?

I can't help but think
About what he called his parents.
Mother? Father? Jane and John?
Or some sickly sweet pet name?

These thoughts fill my mind
Along with his contagious laugh.
His smile, his eyes,
His dying breath, soft, broken.

I plead for them to leave
Go, get out while they still can.
Before I explode, as he did,
Into undefined pieces of flesh.

I never knew him,
The man he wouldn't grow up to be.
So why is it that he had to leave
And leave his image with me?

Be at peace,
That is all I want,
Just do it without my help.
Without the added pain.
Keeping all those in Boston close to my heart, stay strong <3 . Also for the eight year old who was killed.
 May 2013 Robert G Page
Tori G
Vicky
 May 2013 Robert G Page
Tori G
crash, crash!
Come on, you know
You want to....
Just crash

Everyone has that voice
In their head that's supposed
To give them good advice;
Mine is not like that.

She takes over sometimes
She is my naughty side
She is so vile and snide
She always wants control.

Vicky is her name
And I hope
I never become
Her....
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