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 Jun 2013 Susan O'Reilly
Sinai
If you would read my poems
and ask what they're about,
I would lie
and say
not you.
Papa bear whistles
Mama bear sings
Baby bear jumps
and he yells out loud!
Papa look what I have found!
a yellow hibiscus for mama!
Papa bear grins
Mama bear smiles
Baby bear struts with pride!
Mama bear, Papa bear and baby bear
are enjoying their walk in the woods.
Every now and then I see her face
Eyes a carmel caress just like before.
Never been in that way before or since.

I have looked in many faces, nothing
Made me ache and melt.

I could look into her eyes endlessly
I swear, and lose myself .
I wonder if she knew

I was afraid to say
On the chance that it woud change.

When she spoke I hungered for her eyes
When she laughed I hungered for her eyes.
They so mezmerized. I hungered for that too.

Those eyes are gone and closed
I last saw them crying.
She turned and walked away.

What a fool
What a fool in youth.

In dreams I see them slowly dying
Shuttered windows.

The dreams they left me.
Many years have past.
I know my slice of hell exist
In living out my days to miss
Those eyes will never hold me near

Will never be again
Never be my friend
Never hold me.close.
And carress.

My purgatory burns
Softly and becons.
True story.
 Jun 2013 Susan O'Reilly
chels
echos bounce off of the
brown wooden walls
in this room;
i am stuck.
a constant ringing -
reminder of a time
that once was.
i survive through
dates carved on
bridges in front of
waterfalls.
you avoid eye contact -
and i notice.
we are swastikas
and *** leaves
drawn in permanent marker
on the
insides of
desks.
we are phone numbers
scrawled on
bathroom walls -
do not call me for a good time.
we are cigarette burns -
               on purpose.
 Jun 2013 Susan O'Reilly
st64
There once was a ship a-sail
Out on the open sea.

Sails harness pure and open wind energy
See 'em flap this way and that-a way.

Sweet ride forever on, safely on to harbour
Oh boy, are we havin' some ssssswell fun..or what!


S T, 05 June 2013
No capsizing, ok.

Just a nod to all sailor-poets out there :)
Like you, Liam! Thanks a heap for fun inspiration....

Ultra-cool saying I read somewhere:
The mind is like a parachute.
When closed, it's useless!



sub-entry:

"knee-scrapin' the edge"

1.
yes, come on, baby
get on now, let's ride.

take you on the highway
go knee-scrapin' that superb edge.

yeah, lemme take you for a ride
only that way we can.

I'll make you scream and squirm
and let you fly on southern winds!

2.
oh, how we feel that thrill ...together
harmonious crying out ....

oh yeah, baby...your hair flowing
we're sure outridin' the winds!

:)
 Jun 2013 Susan O'Reilly
Robyn
I have a friend named Forgiveness
Who doesn't feel forgiven
I have a freind named Almighty
Who's never felt more weak
I have a friend named Loyalty
Who doesn't seem to trust me
I have a friend named Flighty
Who doesn't lift her feet
Your first letter came, when I was so lonely.
My days grow more and more productive, I forget to write you back.
I put it off, until you send another,
and another.
You see, I've been waiting for the day I see you again.
But I have been waiting too long for my love to return.
I wrote you a letter but did not address it.
It's been a few days, and I'm awaiting my love to come around, once more.
Your letter gets shoved aside, waiting.
For her.
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