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Rita Sailor Jan 24
with all the ******* we did
you could've thought we might at least got some of it right
                                                      
                          but i felt twice as much when he took my hand tonight
                          i pulled away, of course...
                          at least i'm on a learning curve
Styles Jan 22
We made love
through poetry
our lips touched
and our bodies moved fluently
as your words poured over me;
Beautifully.
Anton Jan 12
inside a shed 
by morning backyard
deers and bears
hidden on hunter walls
beyond hut opulence
outside
i met a man
he stepped
waved bushy sigma brows

second-hand jacket
my pocket empty
those zero cents
on whiskey-***** cockt
5th bar i left it
to met a stranger
new browny magma eyes
dripped melty gold

stood meters by
shook labor palms 
sing out those lungs
on oat hill
go chop a tree
my happy stance
shift vale rocks
do **** a deer

torched leaves in bonfire
we sipped those days
two metal cups
bammed twice
a wet mouth sprint
same cement walls
flat hardwood floors
now cubing
5 foot 8 i lived

tall blonded chicks
barbed brunette gals
on high heels 
in Kenzo odor
crash easttown guy
i see through hallway mirror
a tanned skin liquor
i met near neighbour court 
asks my piano fingers
for a melty gold
Rita Sailor Jan 8
i moved down the street
across the pub you've done your drinking at
the new guy's sorry to say
your name doesn't ring a bell
                                                  guess five minutes is five munites now
Anton Dec 2018
empty goal posts
by football court innery
ball went off the borderline
mene grandstands
were fascinated in a weird way

0 drop 8

countless kins, buddies and one-night-stands
were rooting for Mike 
to rip apart his rival
and slay the entire match

0 drop 9

it's morn, half past eight i believe
blank atmosphere,
in here blank sheets which had to
consist of essay:
senseless lifeless words
disconnected one from each
delivering 
not sick undersides 
and layers -
but fiction, 
blatant litters
how xistance's bliss
Mike's task
for belorussian language sessions
nought
forgotten papers lurked in dirt

0 drop 10

ball hit nest
fame is a bee
it lands here
till it's sugar honey
guy
a head of football crew
collected glances
spawn romances
red and blue

lost.

crowd
a cloud of anger
his breath frozen
he glanced on angles
anxiety sipped beauty off his eyes
sandy path
forward to home
slow steps
few secs
and he alone
ignores their calls

day after Mike hides

mates
fume factories
cafés
clouded

fine
he rewrote the essay
Anton Dec 2018
I check
           my program code
I search
           for step I lost
few letters
           ink PC ***** screen
I moved
           from lentils
                             in a bowl

loud whisper
                    tells to deaf
I itch
        to spread
                       my blue in air
dull eyes:
               mirror pictures distinctly
up down
              down up my hair

birches
          and
                cold college court
hidden gravestone
                             and
                                   snow scratched text
rock off'd
               my narrow shoulders:
I
wrote
          that name        

dim morn
                rainy fog
we see    
           and act
                       like we don't
read,
        have
               your shady angles
               in a palm
you fit
          in my triangle
we both
             nuls at matematics      
                                           and speechless

took it
wardrobe
                gained another cloth
backpack
               got weight
it's hard to go

but I still
              run in maze,
                                  I cut the ropes,
you the only exit
                           and I miss it

do you?
Anton Dec 2018
tight slim underwears
fit you
birchy midtown square
holds you
true-colored thinkings
tie you
land under free jumper
shows you
lite weather smile
masks you
curreal midnight eyes
oxidize me
Go to sleep,
my love,
and find your happy place.
Go to sleep,
my love,
i'm sure I'll be okay.

Rest your head,
And darling stop panicking,
I can feel your whole body shaking.
Rest your head,
And know,
That my heart is truly breaking.

Relax,
My darling,
let me handle all thats coming.
Relax,
My darling,
While my heart is numbing.

Close your eyes,
My dear,
And let the light carry you away.
Close your eyes,
My dear,
No need to be afraid.

Drift away,
Sweetheart,
I promise you'll feel nothing.
Drift away,
Sweetheart,
We both knew this was coming.

Goodybe,
My angel,
My beginning and my end.
Goodbye,
My angel,
Until we meet again.

Sweet dreams,
Just know,
I love you more than life.
Sweet dreams,
Just know,
T'was an honour to have been your wife.
Sara Kellie Oct 2018
I'm here.
You lost your way kid
and I can't see you no more.
Did the lights go out?
Did the mist decend?
You lost your way kid
and I can't see you no more.

The light's back on
and the mist has gone
. . . and I'm here,
so I can see you once more.
I'm here kid.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Inspiration from 'Leave a Light On' by Tom Watson.
Every year it's the same troop
Who seem to show up in a group
Relations that you never see
But, still they are your family

Gifts are opened, clear the floor
Then you hear them at the door
Relations that you never see
Except to eat your food for free

They never write, they never phone
All they do is sit and moan
Relations that you never see
They don't look like either you or me

Every year it is the same
They burst on in, don't know your name
Relations that you never see
Thieving hospitality

We don't know where these people live
They always take, they never give
Relations that you never see
That's how it will always be

Merry Christmas, how's the folks
Drink your drink, and smoke your smokes
Relations that you never see
Fulfill their Christmas dream for free.
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