yellah girl Oct 2017

growing up, i lived on the
highways between FL & KY
either in the cab of my dad's truck
or the backseat of my mom's ford.

streetlights became stars, &
the stars became my universe
i saw my first meteor at 3am
on the road back from TN.

Halloweens were spent in the cab
with Bugle's on my fingertips,
cackling like a witch.

Christmas was an adventure,
stuffed into the backseat between
blankets & winter clothes.

breakfast was a McGriddle,
lunch was a bag of chips & soda
from the gas stations & truck stops,
and dinner was my favorite, always
at Cracker Barrel, beside the fire place
surrounding by my family & others.

the highway is my home, &
i wouldn't have it any other way.

Looking back, I see now that I had a very nomadic childhood, either traveling across the state lines with my dad or my mom, moving every 3 years when the bug bites.
George Anthony Sep 2017

bathing in the light of the sun,
surrounded by the beauty of the world
by night i'm gazing at the stars
awash in the glow of the moon
and i love my little galaxy
this universe, created from fantasies,
existing solely for me
what god exists that made you all my reality
my sun, my world, my moon and stars
and the planets between, unique and
alive, so alive despite no signs
of yet loving life
if i were a god i'd make it so
that you all fell in love
with life and love and happiness
and they fell for you, too

...
You come alone in the silence
Yet I see you
Love you
In the darkness
.....
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Joe would invite Sara to his apartment
To take off her clothes,
Relax,
And drink Tea with him
Naked
As he composed his Poetry
Sara was used to men
Constantly desiring her,
And she wondered why Joe was content
Just to have her around as company?
"Joe,"
"Don't you ever want to do anything with me?" she asked.
"All you ever do is ask me to take off my clothes,"
"As you pour me a Cup of Tea."
Joe's reply was curt.
"Sara,"
"Tea is more romantic than sex."
Sara had to admit that he had a point.
A lot of her sex had been crummy.
"I think there's some truth to What your saying, Joe."
"Usually men serve me Jack Daniels before we have sex,
"And I don't enjoy Either too much."
"By the way,"
"What do call this Tea?" Sara asked.
"Oolong," Joe replied.
"Oolong," Sara liked the sound.
"We can all get Along drinking Oolong."
"I think just like  sip this wonderful Tea,"
"And,"
"Instead of being your Lover,"
"Act as  your Muse."

AMOGH MEHROTRA Jan 2017

Oh! yes infinity exists
The rage that turned to care told me this,
I saw her as the light
I allowed her to ignite
She was the first
To love to care about
But deprived of her love
That he demanded in return
We shall meet somewhere out beyond
Infinity, infinity she said
But how to tell her
every thing she says defines that word,
Oh yes infinity, it do exist
The lovers shall meet there..
In less time for each other.!!

Leia R Dec 2016

my love for you is like the heavy beating of a falcon's wings
it is the sun that shines over the white-capped mountains
it's rays peeking through the valley just to lay upon your face
the rushing waters of even the greatest rivers call out your name as if it were a prayer upon their fluid lips

l.r.

Many Feminists would say
That Romanticism is preferable
Over just plain old
Porn.
After all,
Pornography objectifies women.
Women are more than things.
Unfortunately,
Excessive Romanticism makes one
Stupid.
Sexy images
Sharpen the mind

Tamara Fraser Nov 2016

A warmth I can’t equate

to anything that

blossomed and I could touch as real

in my life to date.

Watching an ocean dance at twilight,

shifting and settling into myself;

a return home

after a long retreat.

Filled as much as one can,

living in a partly broken glass.



A warmth I can’t equate,

that smile that kept the streetlights,

still humming on their own,

late at night.

An absolute joy,

to see me,

that kept the sands still and made

the waves unafraid to keep crashing on.

The light brightening settling eyes,

on me,

like the happiest moment

of any day,

is when I’m right there,

walking along your way.

A warmth I can’t equate,

settled side by side

wrapped in fresh air and

twinkling planets high above,

breathing down a clear night,

on souls forever fixed

in an achingly sweet moment;

watching paths cross,

almost collide,

with words of love and loyalty,

grace, beauty, adoration, bliss,

transfixed on the glimmering promise

of single coloured roses

as gifts

for a sweet girl

you say

and a whimsical romanticism not dead.



A warmth I can’t equate,

how unearthly beautiful

you let me feel

in your eyes;

love professed on empty beaches,

showered attention on a

long-time lonely girl

you melted and folded

into a goddess.

Love professed

for a patched-up

lady singing melodies,

and holding herself together

with decisions scorching her back,

confused nettles of feelings and

obligations, allowances,

grievances and sadness

bearing a weight on her slender shoulders;

She’s a creature holding aloft all the

wonders and hearts of decisions left to face.



A warmth I can’t equate,

as I am

the protagonist always

failing to make the right decision,

lost and redeemed and burdened

in every instalment;

no one has made me feel as wondrous

and special,

in all the times I’ve had lovers sit before me.

But this protagonist,

has not had the greatest

trove of romances, nor the heart

to carry much more fears;

pieces are given away,

in every extended touch and heartbeat,

so please beware,

what’s left.



A warmth I can’t equate,

right now, lost in every state,

but hope I can at least reciprocate,

in some way after healing has mended

and stitched

and time has played it’s course to warm cold feet.

This lady is afraid,

of how quickly you might have fallen,

for all her wise, sad songs.

A sweet, unsettling fantasy made reality.



But she knows.

Of this warmth.

No one can really equate.

I wanted her, but she didn't want me.
I loved her, but she care  for me.
So, I simply kept her photo on file somewhere,
And used it
To write lousy romantic poetry.

I am just composing this poem
Before the End of the World
To show you how much I love you
Even if
It don't make no difference at all.

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