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Oct 2018 rpeter

Robbie Jean

I do not know you
Old patriarch of time
Whos gossamer hands turn water
Into my wine

That I uncork with revelation
And drink with great faith
I’m baptized by pleasure
That only you can create

But the blood of your own
Is my liquid of sin
Glass after glass
Through my holy veins, it swims

Lord i’m now by the toilet
The old porcelain throne
And I'm down on my knees
But no prayer is forlorn

So I heave away
Your sacred grapes are wrathed
Deliverance of wine-soaked sadness
Confession at last
Later drunken hymns
Will arise from my bed
I’ll moan out your name
Not my lover’s
Instead

Two hand-crafted thighs
Bound together by grace
Spread open at once
By the devil’s embrace

And the same snake that tempted
Poor Adam and Eve
Slides back in his cave
Slithering with greed.

#devil #sin #god #blood #drunk #addiction #confession #lover #***

Sep 2018 rpeter

That one night...

Sep 2018 rpeter

Noone

That one night...

I know my texts don't excite you anymore,
But you are polite enough to reply it anyway
And if I call you, you'll receive it too
But I know you cringe when you hear my voice
Just for the night , you needed me
Just for that one night
The night's already over
But I m not over you yet

I remember everything, so clearly in my head
How beautifully you sang, & I sang along with you
How you made me laugh, laugh & laugh so hard
How you held my hands & we tried to dance
How your lips blew life to my cold and dry spirit
How the butterflies in my stomach fluttered
How my cheeks turned crimson and I looked away
But you kept on staring at me
Like you wanted to fall in love...

I did not undress my body that night,
I undressed my soul
I put it right in front you
Just in its purest form
I let you see me,
See all my imperfections
I told you all my fears,
The secrets I hid inside,
I thought this is it,
This is what I had been looking for,
My soul was happy
And thought it had found "THE ONE"

Little did I know, it was only for the night
Just for that one night
So tell me who do I blame?
Blame you for setting up my hopes high
Or blame me for believing the truth like lie
Or should I just blame the night?
The night for lasting just awhile.......

Jun 2018 rpeter

We Come to the Coast

Jun 2018 rpeter

Jeff Stier

We Come to the Coast

The sea is resting now
after a long day
gnawing at the edge
churning in deep hollows
ever so slowly eroding
this peaceful coast

Sand is the issue
of this marriage
sea and sky
combining to
make the land large
in its retreat

A handful of sand
to the winds
my life
to these tides

Apr 2018 rpeter

Psalm-105

Apr 2018 rpeter

walterrean salley

Psalm-105

A little flower
Planted in God’s garden--
I grow,
Nurtured by his hand.
Betimes the morning dew descends,
The sun beams,
The rain pours.
And scattered winds
May cause me to bobble.
But still the motley colors
Are radiant and fair—
For I stand in his courts
Amongst the others there.
A testament to God’s mercy and care.
His compassion is enduring.

Apr 2018 rpeter

PATTERNS

Apr 2018 rpeter

Lori Jones McCaffery

PATTERNS

Where the sunlight splashes through
The barely moving branches of the Magnolia tree
It makes a fascinating pattern on the patio.
Amy Lowell wrote of patterns in a lovely, angry verse
When she was writing about how she hated war.

I bend to trace the patterns with my toe
And focus on the possibilities of now
With monster canons rolling down the boulevards
And goose-step imitators marching by
While in the stands a devilishly evil Buddha smiles.

A zephyr gently stirs the leaves
And all the patterns rearrange again
I look at them with half closed eyes
And I can’t find the symmetry
That I saw just an hour ago.

The Kraken still is held by chains
And though he gushes fire and venom
The patterns on the wall contain him
As he thrashes to replace the sun
With a new one of his own creation.

Amy walked a peaceful garden path
In dappled sunlight long ago
Creating lines that live today.
I trundle down a brick-lined walk
And hope that I will have tomorrow.
ljm

An ode to little rocket boy and Bozo

Mar 2018 rpeter

A Perfect Day

Mar 2018 rpeter

walterrean salley

A Perfect Day

In the ship of life, sailing o’er the sea of time.
Tempest raging, billows tossing, jolting the brine.
Launching, now, into the deep—from the tranquil shore
Sailing t’ward a promised land—a land forevermore.

A battered ship nears the land of perfect peace and glee,
As midnight furrows heavy brow on tempestuous sea.
So pow’rful a storm—thunder, lightning, ship-toss.
And so intense the gale—might everything be lost?

Sailing until dawn appears against celestial glow.
Thus, a golden day is born—heart could never know.
In harbor there, the ship docks and the anchor’s cast.
Stepping onto heaven’s shore, my soul is safe at last.

Home at last. Home at last. Nevermore to roam.
Thank You, oh, my blessed Lord. I am safely home.
(8/2017 rev)

Visualizing the journey from earth to Heaven.

— The End —