Answer my destinys call
Where doth my future fall
looking deep in the crystall ball
my journeys step stall

fear of failure fear to fail
eludes the victory heart frail
broken dreams in lifes trail
a ruderless ship broken sail

conjure thy magic crystal ball
Show my way in summer and fall
let not fail the hearts call
Courage to walk tall

Through the misty glass I seek
thunder storm lighting streak
Shining sun brightening souls weak
Whispered pains in ears doth speak

show my way let not fall
hold my hand hear my call
give me strength good for all
conjure thy magic oh crystall ball

They showered together,
lathered each the other,
soaped up
and then

turned on the tap,
washed off and up;
he moving along
her spine his finger,

moving on around
to her *******,
O boy, what a laugh,
better than a bath;

she washing along
his chest hairy,
soaked, then down
to his orchestra stalls

and Moby ****
washed and soothed,
and he kissing
in his blindness

with water,
her cheek, lips,
forehead;
she licking under

his chin, his jaw,
tongued, kissing
his upper lip
(blinded by

water, too),
then he began to sing,
baritone,

some Italian
love song,
not a note wrong,
his hand moving
along her ****
in circular motion,
she filling up with water
and deep emotion.

The mattress...

We've come along way
Getting that mattress just right
Growing up with box springs
Bare metal in the box on the bottom
On top was mattress filled with something that felt lumpy
But once a month my mom would flip over that mattress

AND THEN

Everything was boxed in
Finally you couldn't see the springs
But they were added to the top mattress too,
I know that because I felt them start to work their way out.
But never fear there was always
A sheet of foam that looked like waffles
that you could throw on top
And getting flipped over, down to once a year.

AND NOW

Comfort began and they looked pretty
I should be able to sleep the whole night through
They must be Sealy....
But waiting for that comfort to begin CAME AGE
No more flipping that mattress over
now I'm just happy if I can flip out of bed

But I'm happy to say that I have a memory pillow
But I'm sad to say that I think my memory pillow
is absorbing my memory....

By judy

Yehudit places a tin
on the shelf,
then looks at me.

Don't finish until late.

What about after?

Need to get a bus home;
I get tired.

I watch her
as she moves to get
another tin
to fill the shelf.

When's your day off?

Sunday and half-day
Thursday,
she says,
looking over
at the store manger
who is talking
to a customer.

I work most Sundays,
I say,
can see you
Thursday afternoon,
I guess.

She carries a box out back,
and I wait by the shelves,
pretending to be
interested in soups.

She returns
with another full box;
she puts it on the floor
and opens it up.

I finish at 1pm;
meet me by the café,
we can talk there
and maybe arrange
to meet another time,
she says.

Ok, I’ll be there.

She puts tins on shelves,
eyeing the manager
who walks on through.

He doesn't like us girls
to chat up
during work time.

Maybe the *******
hasn't got girl
in his life,
I say.

He's got a wife
and daughter.

He's back
and gives her a stare.

I best go,
I say,
see you Thursday.

She nods
and I go,
giving the manager
my John Wayne stare,
but he just looks away
and doesn't care.

I'm a raindrop on glass
Just one in a million
I rush to the flood,
passing the other raindrops,
stopping for nothing
Once I hit the ground,
I am no longer a raindrop

I become a puddle
Waiting with the others
We watch mother nature,
joining other puddles,
growing stronger
Once we're big enough,
We are no longer a puddle

We become a stream
Going with the flow
We slide down the street,
rushing next to each other,
searching for the end
Then we find it.

We fall down the drain
and separate from each other
I'm lost and alone
in a dark place
I don't know where I am
or where I'm going
but *I'm still moving

There is no threshold  .  .  .
Lines between earth and heaven,
When is shrub a tree?

That night, enhances burning
Lock onto broken heart
Where wounded dream
Forced to speak

Eye, bruised lower fold to fold
Century Mark
The stones on the shore of the sea
Utterly obscure tunes

From a distance, past the blue
Knocked
Slowly
Known any fragrance of flowers

Slowly open the door to go
As if the old house filled with Haggard
In which, the dust off Your Pictures
While erases the dust, Your Smile

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ধুলো মাখা ছবি
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যে  রাত বাড়ায় জ্বালা
ভেঙ্গে ফালে মনের তালা
যেখানে আহত সপ্ন
জোর করে কথা বলে

চোখের নিচের ভাজে ভাজে  কালশিরে  
শতাব্দির চিন্হ
সময়ের পাথর সাগরের তীরে
একদম অস্পষ্ট সুর

থেকে থেকে নীল কোনো দূর অতীত
কড়া নাড়ে
আস্তে আস্তে
চেনা ফুলের কোনো সুবাস

ধীরে ধীরে দরজা খুলে যেতে থাকে
পুরনো ঘরটা যেন গুপ্তধনে ভরা
তারই মধ্যে ধুলা মাখা তোমার ছবি
আর ধুলা মুছতে  তোমার হাসি

@Musfiq us shaleheen

She said to him with all affection,
"You are my kid."

He said to her smiling,
"So, let me take a nap in your lap,
to finish this kidnap.
So that we will be missed by others,
but we will never miss each-other. "

1084

At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.

At Half past Four, Experiment
Had subjugated test
And lo, Her silver Principle
Supplanted all the rest.

At Half past Seven, Element
Nor Implement, be seen—
And Place was where the Presence was
Circumference between.