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Mark Toney Oct 25
Hale-Bopp’s fly-by
midnight stroll St. Simons beach-
lovers gently kiss
5/1/2018 - Poetry form: haiku - In 1997 my wife and I were taking a midnight stroll on the beach in St. Simons Island, GA, while the comet Hale-Bopp was flying by. Good as time as any for a kiss, yeah? Hale-Bopp is due to return in the year 4380. I wonder where we’ll be then? - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Mark Toney Oct 19
Hale-Bopp’s fly-by
midnight stroll St. Simons beach-
lovers gently kiss
5/1/2018 - Poetry form:  Haiku - In 1997 my wife and I were taking a midnight stroll on the beach in St. Simons Island, GA, while the comet Hale-Bopp was flying by. Good as time as any for a kiss, yeah? Hale-Bopp is due to return in the year 4380. I wonder where we’ll be then? - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Arcassin B Jun 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


I begged and begged,
it still didn't sale,
you ran away , i brought you hell,
the time is changing , still i wanted you.
you told me them lies,
they believed you,
disgraced my name , like plans for you,
that day time stopped , now I ******* hate you.

It can't rain all the time,
i nearly lost my mind,
and though it always does,
you only did the crime.

you failed all of us,
and we trusted you,
pure female demon,
filled your own virtue,


I begged and begged,
it still didn't sale,
you ran away , i brought you hell,
the time is changing , still i wanted you.
you told me them lies,
they believed you,
disgraced my name , like plans for you,

that day time stopped , now I ******* hate you...
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/06/it-cant-rain-all-time-97.html
Terry Collett Mar 2018
Bernice turned in the bath:
Ariadne was watching her
every movement. The red
hair once cropped short, had
now grown long again, the
eyes peered at her tiger-like.

Do you have to stare at me?
Bernice said. No, I don't have
to, but I like to. She continued
to wash herself aware that
Ariadne was still peering.

You can wash my back if you
must watch, she said. Ariadne
took the sponge and began to
soap Bernice's back. Like being
a child again, Bernice said, like
when my mother used to do
when I was little. Ariadne
sponged gently, over the back
and under the arms and down
the ribs and around the front.

I can do that area, Bernice said.
So can I, Ariadne said. She sponged.
Bernice sat there childlike bemused.

Didn't your mother bath you when
you were a child? Bernice said.

No, she Ariadne, I had to hurry up
and not take so long, or she'd hit
the back of my legs with a wet hand.

She never mentioned her father;
Bernice knew that was taboo.

She handed the sponge back to Bernice.
There you are, job done. Shame,
I was beginning to enjoy that,
Bernice said. Ariadne smiled.

Anytime and anything to obliged.

She left the bathroom. Bernice
finished off the bathing. Her mother
had to be bathed herself now since
the crippling disease. She sighed.

She got out of the bath and stood
drying herself with a towel. Some
days she wished her mother was
well enough to bath herself somehow.
Terry Collett Jun 2017
Tessa put on
the Mozart Requiem CD
and relaxed
on the old sofa
in her student room.

Molly
was sitting there
beside her
having watched Tessa
move from the sofa
and put on the CD.

How her hips swayed
as she walked
and how
she knelt down slightly
to open
the CD player top
and slip in the CD
a sight of thighs
caught her eyes.

I love this Requiem
Tessa said
I want this
at my funeral
or rather
the first aspect of it
not the whole of course
or people will
have fallen asleep.

Molly smiled
hopefully you've
a wait before that.

Yes I hope so too
Tessa said.

Molly wished
Tessa was sitting
on her bed.

She was last time
she came
and it was a buzz
sitting there beside her
knowing that in
a different world
they could have
made out.

Only Tessa wasn't
into girls
but that boring
boyfriend of hers
whom she said
she loved
but who was probably
having it off
with any girl
willing to
at his university
if she knew him.

I prefer Jazz  
Molly said
but won't bother
having any music
or hymns played
at my funeral
as I won't be alive
to hear it.

But you will
be there in spirit
Tessa said.

I don't believe
that nonsense
Molly said
once you're dead
you're dead.

Tessa frowned
how can you
believe that?
How can you
believe nothing?

That's how I am
dead means dead
Molly said.

The Mozart
played on
as Tessa lectured
on about her faith.

Molly watched
her lips speak
and her small *******
move beneath
the tight pink tee shirt
and Molly
thought Tessa
a little teasing flirt.
TWO STUDENT GIRLS IN 1997
Terry Collett Aug 2016
She no longer wonders
What her husband Brian
Is doing or where he
Goes or if he misses

Her; she has Una now
All to herself, no more
Sharing her *** life with
Brian and his quick fix

*** and his annoying
Sleeping afterwards sad
Routine. The last time she
Met him for a talk and

Tea to discuss their plans  
For divorce, he sat there
Moodily smoking and
Stirring his tea with the

Spoon provided in the
Café and gazing out
The window at the rain
Running quickly down the

Windowpane. On what grounds?
He’d asked looking into
Her eyes, the lips she once
Kissed, unkissable now,

The dull wateriness
Hanging in there in his
Big blue eyes. Grounds? I’m in
Love with a woman and

******* her to heaven
And back, she’d replied, her
Voice carrying over
To other tables where

Old couples sat and who
Stared back at her softly
Tut-tutting. After a
Few meetings and him then

Knowing that she’d not be
Coming back home to him,
The road to a divorce
Was agreed and he sat

Back in the chair in the
Café with that sad eyed
Puppy kind of stare. Hope
She burns in hell, he’d said

Bitterly, maybe then
You’d come back home to me,
Nuala, and forget
This folly of *******

Women. Now she sits still
Beside Una on their
Shared big bed, feeling the
Closeness of her flesh, the

Warmth, the smell, the love shared,
The sense of fulfilment
After a good seeing

To. Dublin was all right,
But she wanted to go
Further south, away from
People who might know her,

People who pointed and
Gestured and muttered words
Behind their hands in shops
And stores. Una kisses

Her cheek, the lips wet and
Warm, her hand rubbing her
Thigh, the memory of
Brian healing over,

His image like a scab
She seldom picks at or
Touches. As she kisses
Una’s arm she senses

All her flesh tingle, as
If set to wires of
Electricity, as
If kissed by angels, touched

By God, seeing heaven
Through parted clouds, and the
Memory of Brian’s
Last pathetic **** fades

Like melting snow, with this
Deep nowness of love for
Una, brave new world, this
Inner fire and glow.

(2010 POEM.)
TWO WOMEN AND THEIR LOVE IN 1997 IN EIRE.
Terry Collett Aug 2016
Nuala had left Brian,
he'd found out
about her and Una
by following her
into Dublin
and watching her
and Una meet and kiss
and followed them
back to Una's place.

Nuala knocks on
Una's bedsit door anxiously.

Una wide opened eyes
what you doing here?
what did you forget?
Una says.

Nuala is red eyed
and tearful:
I've left Brian
or rather he told
me to go,
Nuala says.

Why?
What happened?
Una says.

He followed me
into Dublin and saw us
and he guessed
that something
was going on
and we rowed
and I confessed.

She stops and stares
at the floor.

Come in,
Una says.

Nuala goes in
and Una shuts the door.

Did he follow you
back here?

Don't think so,
I didn't think,
Nuala says.

Una looks out
the window
onto the street:
can't see him.

Nuala sits on the sofa
and cries softly.

Una sits next to her:
what will you
do now?

**** knows,
can I stay here
for a few days
until I get
some where?

A few days?
You can stay as long
as you want,
if you don't mind
sharing my bed
and what I have,
Una says,
will he have
you back?

I don't want
to go back,
I want you,
Nuala says.

Una smiles:
you can stay
here of course.

Can I?

Of course,
Una says.

What if Brian comes
and causes trouble?
What about my things
I left behind?
Nuala says.

We'll go get them together,
Una says,
he didn't touch
you did he?

Nuala shakes her head:
no he never has,
not even after this,
he just said to go,
and I packed a few items
and left and got
the bus and it was
like my world
was upside down.

Una kisses her cheek,
and goes and gets
her a coffee
and chocolate cake
and says:
eat, this is
an emergency
for fecks sake.
TWO WOMAN IN DUBLIN IN 1997
Terry Collett Jul 2016
Nuala opens
the front door
sees Brian sitting
in his armchair
drinking a beer
smoking a cigarette
without the TV on
which is rare

you're home early
she says
entering the lounge
looking at him
brooding over
his can of beer

where'd you go?
he says
looking at her

went shopping
in town
she replies
I told you where
I was going

she sits on the sofa
uncertain
of his questioning
a mood behind it

who'd you see?
he asks

people
and shoppers
why?
she says

you saw her
didn't you?
he says

who do you mean?
she says

your friend Una
he says

Nuala blushes
naturally
before she
can try
to control it

o yes
I bumped into her
while shopping
Nuala replies
her mind panicking

why'd you kiss her?
he asks
his eyes studying
her features

kiss her?
she says

yes you kissed her
he says

women do kiss
each other
as friends
she says

on the lips?
he says

how'd you know
where I kissed her?

Nuala stands up
walks to the window
looks out

I followed you
into town
saw you both
you went off
with her
to some bedsit
and went in
he says coldly
what'd you do there?

she gazes
at the passing  
people below
at the passing traffic

why'd you
follow me for?

a game at first
I was going
to surprise you
in the shops
but then
you met her
and I followed
he says
hardness
in the tone

she turns
gazes at him

what did you do
while in her bedsit?

we had coffee
and a talk
Nuala looks
away from him
stares at the people
outside again

you were there
too long just to talk
and have coffee
he says

what are you
suggesting?
she says
acting offended
gazing
back at him

something weird
going on
with you
and her
he says

they stare
at each other
a silence comes
between them

all right then
I love her
we've made love
for months now
Nuala says
her voice shaky  

he reddens
and opens
his mouth
to say something
but nothing comes

**** off
to her then
get your stuff
and go
he says
after a few moments
reflecting

she looks at him
her world beginning
to unfold
and fall apart
as if someone
had pierced
her betraying heart.
A MAN AND HIS WIFE IN DUBLIN IN1997 AND A BETRAYAL
Terry Collett Jul 2016
Brian sits
numb and waits
for his wife

to come home
he'd seen her
in Dublin

with that girl
that Una
holding hands

he knows now
where she goes
when she's out

not with him
he'd followed
her out to

see where she
went for fun
spying game

kind of thing
then she met
the blonde girl

that Una
and they kissed
he feels sick

can't believe
what he saw
then they went

off together
to some place
some bedsit

and went in
he opens
up a beer

and sips it
she was here
that Una

a while back
staying here
what's happened

to my wife?
why'd she kiss
that woman

on the lips?
is she queer?
he recalls

him and her
having hot
*** last night

she willing
lying there
having it

he sips more
of his beer
what to do?

what to say?
how long for?
and then what?

he feels sick
sits and waits
sipping beer

slips his mind
down inside
to first gear.
AN IRISH MAN FINDS OUT HIS WIFE IS SEEING ANOTHER WOMAN IN DUBLIN 1997
Terry Collett Jul 2016
Nuala lies beside Una
in the small bed
in her bedsit

they had just had ***
and were
lying there smoking

my Ma died
Una says
I got a letter
this morning

o sorry
Nuala says
turning to look at Una
when?

last weekend

couldn't they
have said before this?
Nuala asks

no one talks with me
it was a friend
who wrote to me
and said
Una says

were you close
to your mother?
Nuala asks

no she shut me out
once she found out
I was ***
Una says

how did she died?

cancer like my Da
both heavy smokers
Una says
stubbing out
the cigarette
in the ashtray
by the bed

Nuala takes a quick puff
of her cigarette
and stubs it out
in the same ashtray
leaning across Una

they kiss
then Nuala lies back
beside her again
and hugs her
when's the funeral?

I don't know
can't go anyway
too much trouble
from the others
Una says

that's sad not going
to your ma's funeral

that's how it is
Una says

what was your mother's
last words to you?

go to hell
and she walked out
on me and slammed the door
and I left
Una says

maybe she'd forgiven you
at the end?
Nuala says

no Ma never forgot
nor forgave
she'd not do that

there is silence
birds sing from outside
hum of passing traffic

I'd best go
Brian will be wondering
where I am
Nuala says
she kisses Una's breast
and gets up
and dresses

Una watches
wishes she could stay
and comfort longer

she watches as Nuala
brushes her hair
and stares back at her
in the dressing table mirror
and mouths a kiss
to her lying in bed
and Una keeps it
captured in her hand
and to places it
in her head.
TWO WOMEN IN BED TALK OF A LOSS AND GRIEF IN EIRE IN 1997
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