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 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
Madeon
Men with difficulty forgive and forget quickly.
Women easily forgive, but never forget.
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
Madeon
It may take only a few seconds
to hurt someone that you love
but it may take a lot of years
to heal this pain.
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
Madeon
Easier
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
Madeon
There is nothing easier
than to complicate everything!
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
Madeon
Meeting
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
Madeon
Difficult is the first meeting
When nothing to say
And the last
When everything is said
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
Alan Brown
a lustrous moon glossed in mist
shines on impatient lips longing to be kissed
while a thumping heart drowns in the dark,
weighted by a romance devoid of spark.

her heart is as restless as a dove,
starving for infatuation & love.
his heart is empty & cold,
living life only to grow old.

the hazy contour of slender hips  
dissipates as candlelight is extinguished by his lips;
her quick footsteps & the click of a door lock
are drowned by the steady ticking of a clock.

tonight she spreads her wings to fly,
eager for takeoff & sweet goodbye.
unchained, she is finally at ease.
abandoned, he shrinks to his knees.

He cries.
& so she flies...
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
ryn
Misaligned
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
ryn
These words must go out.
I can't keep them in.

There was never the right time.
There were never favourable conditions.


But tonight...
The words have formed,
the heart willing,
and opportunity ripe.

Let fall the contents so carelessly...
So they may be caught by magnanimous ears.


But so many variables need to align
in sync.
So many delicate parts to click nicely in place.

Tonight was a chance grossly misread.
I conveniently indulged in signs that had me misled.

So again I swallow...
For tonight no ears are ready.
 Sep 2017 Tinker Bell
ryn
Red is the life
that runs thick and fierce
through my veins.

And black is the void
that unscrupulously and
tyrannically consumes it all.
When  you  are  young.
The  village  seems  only
one  field  away.
You  can  skip  it  in  no  time.

Middle  aged  it  feels
two  fields  away.
And  is  getting  a  bit  
of  a  bore.

When  you  are  old
it  seems  like  three  fields
Almost  Impossible  to  walk.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2017.
She glides unto my conscious
Twirling skirts
Flashing arms
Dancing with fireflies

Falling into summer time
Swirling waters
thunderstorms
Kisses in the corn field

Waiting on september's promise
Whirling ferris wheels
State fairs
Wild turkeys over there

Still I search for that heartbeat
Mirroring mine
hurrying . . . caring
. . . daring
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