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 Apr 2016 Emma
Brent Kincaid
Sounds rather risqué, right?
Like an unmentionable body part.
Not a person you might care about.
No the other half of your heart.
Not my partner or sweetheart
Not my husband or my lover.
Any of those titles above
Will appropriately cover.

No, they call me your friend,
Your little buddy, your ‘thing’.
That last one I always suffer
As particularly insulting.

But, not my watchacallit,
My whatever, or such euphemisms.
They hit me like less than kind
And disapproving colloquialisms.
I mean, how would you feel
If I referred to your wife like that?
Calling her your sidekick or
Something like a stray cat?

I have no problem with asking
How my honey is doing today.
After all, that’s really who he is.
He’s my sweetheart every day.

So, think for a moment, please
Before you begin to speak.
Your lack of sensitivity can
Only make you look weak.
Just because we didn’t choose
The path you chose to take
Doesn’t mean you’re better than I
So, give this bigotry stuff a break.

He’s my partner and sweetheart
He’s my husband and my lover.
Any of those titles above
Will appropriately cover.
 Apr 2016 Emma
Torin
I
cannot help
the hands
that touch me
when they
could heal me
I know
its a distant
language
written
on my soul
I wasn't
made
to
understand
but she reads me
and I feel
her
more than
     Anything.....
                               My greatest wish
                               I couldn't say
                              is by her
                              spoken
                        ­        my greatest hope
                              is only
                              that I could
                             hold her
                            forever
                               that we'll make love
                              while we're
                             still
                             young
 Apr 2016 Emma
Jack Jenkins
I forgot when I
Plucked you
From the rose bush
You had thorns

The blood dripping
From my heart
Reminded me
You still hurt
One more cut to trade
to keep
to scar and weep
one more bond
I made.

We hide them inside men
because 'big boys don't cry'
and the secrets that tie them
untie 'til they die
men.

Why then cut when a
handshake
will do?

And yet pain is a release from pain

(Oh Doctor Freud
won't you say that again)

But it's true and you know so,
at the first cut
you go slow
and deep
another bond you make
a scar and release.
 Apr 2016 Emma
Tom Blake
Elevate and extricate me
From
This disconcerting and turbulent
State
Immerse my being
Into a state of Felicity and equanimity...
My body has ( like many)  been
BEATEN
Long enough by this infernal world.
I want
To Rest!
I
Don't want to see no more
PEOPLE
Being persecuted
Humiliated, duped,
Lame, blind, insane, in PAIN!

This euphoria I seek
I not only want it
For Myself
I want it
For Everyone.

Lord, hear my plea....
Accommodate
Me.
 Apr 2016 Emma
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Six Word Story XIII
 Apr 2016 Emma
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You need not ask,
I'll go
Wish you well.
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