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 Apr 2017 Winn
Pagan Paul
Romantique
 Apr 2017 Winn
Pagan Paul
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She bestowed upon me her lacy favour,
     tying it about my lance,
     so my fortitude should not waver,
     and doubt lead me a merry dance.

She crowned me with a kiss as blessing,
     sealing it to my lips,
     with grace so soft and caressing,
     like a breeze touches sailing ships.

She gave to me her most cherished gift,
     surrendering up her chastity,
     with joy I feel my spirits lift,
     at the thought of her next to me.

She anointed her wish on my beating heart,
     so gently as to sleep,
     her private desires locked deep within,
     and secrets for me to keep.


© Pagan Paul (01/08/16)
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 Apr 2017 Winn
SG Holter
Sun not even threatening
To set on this
Spring
Evening, and through her
Window facing the
Backyard I only now realise
That the maple tree must
Have been
Blossoming for days.

I suppose I was too occupied
With nonsense to
Notice.
Let's go, she whispers.
Let's forget about holding
Back, being rational, being so
******* realistic. Leave with
Me and just love.

I might.

I might already
Have come.
 Apr 2017 Winn
The Dedpoet
Black soul
      Scattered night
Tearing the pain apart,
The reality awakens
Into the dream and asks,
"Who am I?"
A shadow forms.

Asleep in a bed or rain
Life sings melancholic bliss,
The sparks surrounding dark,
A flicker of moments.

Many handed thoughts
Interrogate the clarity,
Entering by manipulation,
Only the pain is real.

I soak in the ethereal
And speak in a mist,
The emptiness understands,
I return in a blood language.
Dedpoet
 Apr 2017 Winn
Mary-Eliz
Viewing
 Apr 2017 Winn
Mary-Eliz
They don't go down easy
these words meant to soothe
they'll come back up later
with bile
churning and roiling

"asleep"?
"peaceful"?
platitudes!

"time heals"?
banality!

like the hapless frog
suspended in his jar
awaiting the curious blade
of the laboratory scholar

this unnatural heap of flesh
****** dry
then
pumped with chemicals
smeared with freakish makeup
collects the gawking stares

or the brief furtive glances

"Look!"
my mind shrieks
you came to look
but
you don't see

Memories
you say

This memory
this scene
this awkward scene
will play in my mind
like the test pattern
on old TV's

fixed there
humming its eerie monotone
in
black and white
I have always hated the idea of trying to make a dead body look "good".
I remember when my dad died people saying "he looks good" ...I wanted to scream "He doesn't look good! He looks dead!"
I plan to be cremated.
 Apr 2017 Winn
Autumn Rose
I saw the world through
eyes of glass.
Ghost, tall and thin.
What I can't see, please tell me.
- Little petals, white and rosy.
Flying in your garden
You really can't see the beauty
in everything,
I don't even think you can see me.
... But Cherry Blossom
on a moonlit night
 Apr 2017 Winn
Mary-Eliz
Left Behind
 Apr 2017 Winn
Mary-Eliz
Too much

death
sorrow
grief

friends
family
loved ones

plucked from life
like lily or rose

gone in an instant
petals of memories strewn
as we look back
on life's path

all is surreal

in those times
let us turn
to those
not yet chosen
for death's bouquet

let us strengthen each other
struggle together
to find
a core of peace
deep inside

may we love more profoundly
accept life more fully
be more conscious of those
remaining

Perhaps even say
the things we wish
we had

to those who left.
 Apr 2017 Winn
Mary-Eliz
Lifting Up
 Apr 2017 Winn
Mary-Eliz
Be gentle with one another
the world is harsh enough
Be gentle with one another
think the best without judgment
pass on praise and caring
softer words chosen carefully
Be gentle with one another

Be gentle with yourself
accept your faults and imperfections
Be gentle with yourself
think the best without judgment
Let your spirit be free, your heart peaceful
Be gentle with yourself
listen to the voice inside...
but...

   only when it lifts you.
I  went in a different direction for "be kind".
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