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Jason Feb 5
Overcast and delicious
Wonderful yet suspicious
Flowers blooming
In a sky without blue
And even the grass is
Shining like new

On a bed of ash
I dance with the flames
I'd tell you again
But it's all in the name

My hands grow tired
From tending the fire
But the highest of heights
Exists to inspire

Passion drifts by
Feelings so high
I can't help but notice
The pain in my side

Destruction so swift
Catches my eye
Helpless and ******
I let it slip by

I'm sure that they know
Facts left in tow

Frailty is shattered
Mindless and battered
I reach for my faith
To withdraw scattered

Ages of time are
Sprinklings of dust
Seduced by sound
And tempted by lust

Why free the soul
To shackle the mind
Taken as whole
Cast out as swine

Show me the way
Pointless to say
In a box to exist
A strange-fated twist

Wanting to feel
A feeling of want
Questions and answers
Dance about and taunt
©1997 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Oct 2020
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Bewitched by the charming graces of my private hell

Honesty, leave me be, that I should never kiss and tell


Soul to the winds, body to the flames

Salvation is ash, destruction a game


Spirit starving, though gorging be

Whether passion, love, or ecstasy


Only eyes am I

No hands to grasp the things I see


Only prayers am I

Never to reach the powers that be


On bliss' wings I soar upon high

A slobbering slave of darkening sky


Mind for fire, heart for dust

My remains trapped in a body in lust


The master plans the subjects scheme

The circle of life, the cruelest theme


Only eyes am I

No way to catch the tears that fall


Only now am I

Too late to save one from the fate of all


At the end of my rope I dangle and twist

Should I climb for the top or cease to exist?


Reason and sorrow to sweetest wits end,

Ignorance and wisdom dance, twist, and bend.


Grey rains fall and tired eyes swell

Never again to kiss or to tell
© 1997 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Jan 29
Darkened dioramas seen through fading sight,
Wistful shadows of tormented light.

Twilight sifting through waking dreams,
Leaving me bare and clutching at seams.

We once flew on high with spirits of air,
We made light with the sun without a care.

Now I live only at night, sleeping through life,
Disgusted by struggle and sickened by strife.

Living for death but only dying my hair,
Heaven cancelled for the rain in the air.

So I gather my strength and I wish for the power to heal,
But when I give her my heart she says the magic just steals.

I've traded my eyes for a vision of sight,
And traded my soul for a photo of light.
©1997 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Mark Toney Oct 2019
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 2019
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
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