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 Apr 2014 tanya
witchy woman
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Oct 2013 tanya
Frank Cotolo
Hold on
 Oct 2013 tanya
Frank Cotolo
I felt the weight of the world
and carried it through a tunnel
with all my might
and there you were,
a bit beaten, a bit frightened
and yet ready to set your senses aflame
so I dropped the world
and embraced you.
 Oct 2013 tanya
Cedric Cox
Hold On
 Oct 2013 tanya
Cedric Cox
I am in need of someone to hold!
Hold on, maybe not. I have someone holding me!

Thank you,,Jesus!
 Oct 2013 tanya
Alan Dickson
I have a million things to say.

Yet I keep silent.

I pepper my conversations with pregnant pauses --
Uncomfortable breaks which throw the whole thing off kilter
and send the other party slinking away.

Much later I practice what I might have said --
Something remarkable or brazen, hilarious or incredibly insightful.  
But it's much too late.  
Like a show horse balking at a gate, I arrived at the moment of truth

and chickened out.  

I could have made the jump, I just lacked the necessary courage.  

I marvel at people who are so
comfortable in their own skins that they can
talk with ease and aplum in any situation.
  
I envy them.  

Truth be told, I hate them.  

Don't they know I have something great to say?  
I'm just a little slow on the draw...
Okay, a lot slow...
But I do have a million things to say.
Tiny thoughts pass my mind
As i wait in my head for a bus that isn't coming
And so with my downtime
I will believe that something good will happen
Then i drift away

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