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Lewis Hyden Nov 2018
The other day, I
Tried to eat a
*** of yoghurt.

Lacking the tools,
I called up
To my mother:

"Mum! Where
Are the spoons?"
The fatal words.

Now, every time I
Go online, all the
Adverts are for cutlery.
A poem about advertising.
#22 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.

© Lewis Hyden, 2018
Salmabanu Hatim Nov 2018
We have been married for fifty years,
Seen many seasons,faced many fears and tears.
What was mine and yours,
Has become ours.
We are a pair,
Everything we share,
Equally and fair.
One bed,one blanket and a hot water bottle between us,
No complaints, no fuss.
We share a spoon,
When we have soup at noon,
A sip for me,
A sip for he.
We share the spectacles,
I, to read aloud the bible,
He to read the newspaper which he is able.
We both listen to each other,
He sometimes affectionately  calling me mother.
We share the dentures too
For solid food that needs to be chewed.
He wipes my face and I his,
As sometimes tears stain the cheeks.
We hold each others hands tightly and pray,
We stay together as long as the Lord may.
oar
an oar
that her
canoe bade
by spoon
when park
saw the
river boat
upstream and
she was
saddle the
bridge then
transfer ride
near edge
with my
pickup nudge
her but
seasons end
Shadow Dragon Jun 2018
Your mother spoon-feeds you happiness.
But at some point
the happiness becomes rotten.

So she cuts your meat in pieces
and feeds it to the therapist.
In hope of answers.

But she will never find the knifes
cutting slowly in your mind.
For you are hopeless.
Poetic T May 2018
What is life without ice cream,
          for with every spoonful
troubles melt, tears dry up.

No matter your tastes,
                ice-cream is life's
answer to every problem.

And all you need is a spoon
                                  or a fork,
some are freaky like that.
Kewayne Wadley Aug 2017
She felt my thirst.
Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air.
I had no idea what was about to happen.
The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life.
I felt comfort in her hands.
The places that were cold were no longer.
I've never felt a warmth like the one she provided.
The softness of her hands.
The way I sunk into her eyes.
For the first time I felt special.
Like my voice could finally be heard.
My thirst forever quenched.
Head driven first into a glass of milk.
I drunk until my head swelled.
Her hand never leaving my side.
Although I drunk my body remained slim.
No matter how self conscious I felt she reassured she would always smile.
I swirled in emotion, an eternal need that would forever be purpose
Kewayne Wadley Jul 2017
The one you seek, hides.
You linger about searching.
Pink packets of sugar.
A grille
about grease
that string
If she's
only a
remnant where
those cars
were too
fast and
nights were
long and
days with
times that
children played
then here
along my  
street again.
Colm Jul 2016
Reaching out,
I pull her closer to me than ever,
Her back to my front as we mold together.

Like a pair of spoons on a table top,
My arm around her waist to stop her every shake.
Embedded in my warm embrace.

I hear her breath caress the air,
And smell the fragrance of her hair.
Little does she know that I desire whatever scent she wears.

Obscured by shadows her sleeping face.
I need not see to know that she,
Is in love at least with my embrace.

So tender and so tremendous.
Her warmth the most magnificent,
Of every feeling to be expressed.

By sleeping beauty I'm the beast,
Her heart a steady soothing beat.
Though intoxicating as she may be,
I only desire her next to me.

Don't wake me please from such a dream,
For she is the fairest girl I've seen.
With longing eyes of crystalline,
And a whisper soothing as a stream.

How could I ever let her go,
Perhaps if somehow she did know.
That my embrace holds all of me,
And to break that bond is to shatter me.  

Though the clock may say it's time to leave.
I hope that in my embrace she'll stay,
Forever right here next to me.


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