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Feb 2014 Robert G Page

Waste

Feb 2014 Robert G Page

Reagan Leigh

Waste

Waste away with want
caramel-ed skin and chestnut eyes
Tortured through thoughts
rough hand and judging glances
Need and want
no distinguishes
Rigid and brisk
No longer the same.
No longer mine.

Feb 2014 Robert G Page

Pucker Up

Feb 2014 Robert G Page

TinaMarie

Pucker Up

I could kiss you and like it

          Pressing slowly

Thrilled

     by the softness
               of your flesh

Compelled

     To ****
          Upon your upper lip

     And bite
         Gently upon the lower

Surfing the tidal waves
          of your tongue

                    Synchronizing auras

I'd breathe you in

       Absorb your energy

And exhale life

I could kiss you
                  And like it

Indeed Love it
                  And make you Mine.*

©Tina Thompson
01-18-14

Jan 2014 Robert G Page

Sperm doesn't make you a father

Jan 2014 Robert G Page

Chris T

***** doesn't make you a father

I was six:

On the steps
Of the small
Carousel

Stood the old,
Greying haired
And mustached

Man in a
Ratty suit
Smiling and

Anxiously
Peering out,
Waited for

Me.

"He is your
Father, say
Hello please"

"Hello" I'd
Said to the
Stranger who'd

Introduced
As father
Yet I hadn't

Met or seen
Before or
After and

That's where it
Ends.
The one,
The only,
Memory
Of him.

Good riddance
I suppose.

I found this one in a notebook. This is a 2012 poem.

Dec 2013 Robert G Page

Spinning

Dec 2013 Robert G Page

Tonya Cusick

Spinning

I was dumb,
I was strung.
I was up then I was hung,
Step on the chair,
say a prayer,
and let go.
A floating spirit, I am from here to there.
It is fair, that suffer comes along,
From the choices I was coerced upon.
I have been reborn into satan's spawn,
And this is a rampage that I am on.
I was spun.

Dec 2013 Robert G Page

Awakening

Dec 2013 Robert G Page

Joe Cole

Awakening

The trees stand stark and bare gainst winters lead grey sky
The snow lays cold and deep and the earth asleep doth lie

No bird song heard no little things move across the land
The earth in hibernation, a long sleep as winter makes its stand

I wake one morn in early dawn and warmth has come once more
A small bird sings, a green leaf springs from natures open door

Once again the land awakes and life begins anew
And the bitter cold of winter has vanished like the dew

Dec 2013 Robert G Page

Misunderstanding your silence

Dec 2013 Robert G Page

Furtuna Sheremeti

Misunderstanding your silence

We walk together
and hug each-other from time to time,
watch movies together
and we laugh
and sometimes cry
but rarely talk.

It's like that.

I look at you and I read between the blinks
you look at me and you hear the words coming out of my smiles
it's as simple as that.

The only problem is that sometimes
at night
when you're quite near
and I can hear the beating of my heart
and the silence of yours
I wonder whether you love me or not
whether you can live without me or what
and I get scared
and wish for more words
because I see that silence
can easily be misunderstood...