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onlylovepoetry Apr 2018
zelle ma belle

(zelle is an interbank system for sending cash in an instant to someone else’s bank account)

sent her an unexpected $250,
at 4:00am, of course,
a check-plus for her life,
because she revel reviews her day at school,
as special person day, teaches them well, and
anointed, appointed unsolicited confirmation by them
“as part of our family”
how they crave her body, her touch, at scary movie parts,
her kitchens diner size menu,
her refusal to ever disappoint,
her candy drawer supreme,
her crayon color visions which they execute,
her zen sense of their moods,
and for me,
for calling them without hesitation
my grandchildren

indeed more here hers than mine
she asks me why the $$ and poet doesn’t lie
but thinks quick at 7:30 am while bed prone,
“you won Nana of the Day award”
the only (grandparent) on the floor with two kids in her lap,
for the magic show,
all the rest,
benched, chattingly adultry things


she thinks on it and says
“ok, I accept!”

p.s. also,  I have yet to inform her of the (my) elimination of a
crystal champagne flute while doing my manly cleanup  from Friday night lights dinner pink champagne celebrating  
le weekend’s arrival


olp
Brian Oarr Jul 2012
"And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger."
                                        --- Leonard Cohen

I'm the most surprised person on the planet.
Your coming to see me off at the airport
has my mind scratching glass seeking words.
Why is it that in this relationship,
you seem to have gotten all the speaking parts?
You're well aware that I have loved you
for the better part of two years,
bottling that emotion, afraid to pop the cork.
Your eyes implore mine, rotating like
a searchlight over Baghdad seeking
the stealth laying carnage to your heart.
Twice in the last week you've made it evident,
the Grail was mine, but for the drinking ---
That and finding a shorthand for adultry.
I'm guilty courting the love of a married woman,
made worse, you're here at my departure
telling me we aren't free to choose who we love.
I know my desire must die of thirst,
so I turn, boarding pass in hand,
the last words I ever hear from you,
Write me! --- Thirty-five years later I have.
Mama earth Mar 2018
Past didn’t last
          Spell
               Cast
                        Super fast
Hell
       Real
               Can you feel
  Last meal
                 Sealed deal
-Brooke Alison Ilene Anselment©️®️
Sin
young lovers not doing any loving
falling asleep in the strangest of places
whisper tiny secrets into unfledged ears

motel bedrooms along massive stretches of pavement
adultry violence addicton
a loss of innocence never recovered

i pass by these moments at 65 miles per hour
unsure of their reality
towing the lines between sleep and a coma

life's worth a split level with a pool and a two car garage
wives spitting in their loved ones dinner
rejoice for the middle class!

sin runs in the family
like water overflowing from a gutter
don't tell dad i went into his hunting room

you kiss like a priest, hard and shapeless
distance isn't what changes you
and besides i'm tired of you passing out in my bathtub
Jonny blaze Apr 2017
Never did i know she would come on to me. A married woman and married man how could this be.

It started out as a kind gester to take her out never did i know it was I and not her husband she was thinging about

She threw herself at me not thinking with my mind but with my **** to me it was ****** up but to her it was all a game just a trick to get me trapped.

My marrage going up in flames but my wife doesnt want to leave me unlike this crazy woman who see's herself replacing my wife like im her gains

She told me if i cant have you no one will.
Not wanting or ready yo leave my faithful wife the crazy one caught onto the deal.

Dime me out and tell the public hit me with adultry these days are dwendling down my times coming to a end quick.

What am I to do now take my life nah thats too serous not even something to think about. She wants to end my life end my career she is txting me now it her or me choose wisely and not out of fear.
Letting the entertainers know
we are all night to participate in a little show
la dee daad eed addad ddad
make waves and take another templatate, yours is here, is it lost yeT?
dadadadadadhahdhaha
make we sing your favorite turnes, I won’t pass judgment by you
la deee dadadad dee daw
they knew you for a second, but now its gone and over
magical little msysterioes, I ca’t begin to tak ebhte first step towards majesty, charisma, adultry, fantasy, calligraphy, oceanography, the study of maps and languages blah deee dee blah blkah
good ideas that start off good **** then don’t follow through the bullet of the gun barrrelll very well
youy’re on a tight stretch, a little mystery, you missed your mating call, granted you are tall and this situation is impossible, make your grave while you stand, take a shotgun to the head, the few applause, they were a couple in front and they really meant it, take it with an upper lip you twit
what was it that I was even saying?
Lets get gritty, I need a sigh and a smoke
Molantwa Mmele Feb 2016
The language of gestures
Left me wandering in cold captures
With my soul stranded
Standing in the sea shore
Watching you riding woeful waves
Crossing the ocean of anguish
Swimming towards the cold moon
Perhaps a tomb will be your home soon
We both thought death shall do us part
But deceits fed you with  forbidden fruit
To spite your warm heart

As
Silent words were articulated loud and clear
In the atmosphere
Severely rending my heart apart like a rifle spear
Still I remained calm and sincere
Trying to conceal my pain and fear
In that silent disastrous storm

They mingled with their eyes and fingers
Nodding their heads furtively
Behind my back
Unaware that my eyes were listening
My eyes cought you in adultry
And my mind wanted to stone
your heart
But, who am I?
Because I have sins too

And the memories
Of yesterday disappeared
In a blink
Like today should be the first chapter of Genesis
Perhaps it’s just a queer neurosis
Of imaginations
That tells me
Nothing existed yesterday, or
Maybe she was just a beautiful mermaid
Of the wander land
And now she is gone
And gone forever

— The End —