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Alex Salazar May 2017
Dear Azi, I'm full of broken thoughts.
My insides are like a box of matches.
The moisture from my sorrow, wont allow combustion.

I get up every morning with a tourniquet in my hand,
seeking the self in the vestibule of my childhood.
Your caveats no longer reach me.
But, the sweet carousel of your laughter still does.

Each loss is a new vulnerability.
A subscript, for a long past bludgeon.
The only whisper that still holds,
is the one that tells of your past love for me.
Mystic904 Oct 2017
Dil em tang shuda azi dunya awlay che kunum
Purson maikunum, ini aale now ra che kunum

Naona ika thur nako da chaye janum
Aftiden da chaah, maigin awlay che kunem
_______

Heart's feeling full of this life, what to do?
Asking hence, with the newbies, what to do?

Dip not fully the self, hey dear you shouldn't!
Drowing in the well de despair, crying what to do?

c. Teeri
Stanley Wilkin Dec 2017
Gloria was a grump,
delightful Felicity a frump,
Sara a bit of a chore
Liz liked gore,
Azi cried alot
Jill cared not a jot
for anyone, I learned
Cecila's stomach churned,
Roberto enjoyed her food
In public, Edie was rude,
Faizi liked to laugh
Katie liked to ****,
Esmeralda loved to ski
until she broke her knee,
Toni drempt of fame
but ended on the game,
Jen constantly made love
worn out, she resides above,
Queenie liked her drink
spent her days throwing up in a sink,
Julie adored her kids,
both are on the skids,
Siham adored money
was always miserable, never funny,
Frankie cared for wealth
spent a fortune on her health,
Jasmine was dour
more nettle than flower,
Ruby liked to cook,
Cynthia preferred a book,
Fill wanted to marry,
she eventually met Barry,
Aysha had great beauty
and was shrewdly dotty,
Anna was a shrew
which everyone but me knew,
Kath used excessive perfume-
smoking me out of my bedroom,
Pauline constantly showered
while Jackie always glowered
at strangers in the street-
where Carol and I met
on New Years Eve 2011
and for a month I was in heaven,
until my short affair
with nimble Clair,
Toni ate sparingly
lean meat and leaner celery,
Jo ate five times a day,
No one got in her way
of food, while Chris ate
tons of icecream, getting stuck in a gate
one day when off to work,
I took the opportunity, like a ****,
to leave waving goodbye
from my car. Why?
Essie was beside me
and again I needed to be free,
which a month later so did she!
Mitch bought me another
borrowing it off her brother,
who much bigger than me,
once more I was impelled to flee.
Suzanne in France
lead me a dance,
having other men every day
when I was away,
while Adalene
worked on my brain
and Genevieve broke my heart,
briefly, when apart
holidaying in the Alps with Jean
until her curiosity done
she came back and apologised,
and thereafter we thrived,
and would still be together
had not Heather
seduced me one day
when Genevieve was looking the other way
and did not see
Heather kissing me
by the pool
in Dakar, Senegal,
or making love
in rainy Vaduz,
holding hands in Bern
near a milk churn
having a bit of a lover's palava
in Bratislava.
When she found me with Ruth in Moscow
Genevieve told me sharpely to go,
I went. Ruth went off with Jean
and I took the first plane home,
meeting Jess in Heathrow
we took a taxi to Wivenhoe,
living there a year,
where fattened up with calorific beer
dressed now in grandad fashion
I started making a sullen impression
on even those who loved me,
but still, good reader, I needed to be free
so here I am now with Daphne
the final woman for me.

I met Adele in my son's first school
so, reader, I guess I'm just an unstructured fool,
for along came Celeste, Diane and Frick
making me still a colossal p......k.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2020
and i heard about,
bon jovi:
like...
"yesterday"...
******* salted
jimmy memes: and shy-oat-it!
b'cooz:
bubbly mummah
doz watcha woo woo on
and with: know 'ooh?
texan grizzly...
and the chainsaw and...
all the rest of...
             cup-cakes...
sold: mid-Michigan state...
and... oh wow!
a ******* buffalo!
and he's termed not:
princey ol' lord and all...

  it's called a princley michael:
subsiding with cain...
and more of cain...
and some more: cain...
and h'anerica: cain first...
and cain's thirst...
and... lobotomy me one
via Iowa...
because: retards h'american:
fwist!
bozzos and bogus: alright?!
FIRST!
        
none other... than the most tiresome
contraband...
and... latex worth of smiles...
and h'americans attempting
to reinvent europe:
as if: this continent...
was... somehow...
they could ever originate from:
and within?
ah ha ha!
who are... the native h'americans?!
you ****** within the confines
of the hood: maine...
new england... h. p. lovecraft "spontaneity"?!
you native... *****?!

no... i'm pretty sure...
you're as much native... european....
of h'american...
as i am: "native" tumbling into...
eskimo-canadian-thinking...
or native h'american...
   the goldberg barbarism of the variations
is native: of the sparrows of
the paddy sub-continent of concepts
of: leisures acquired via
new york...
of which: there are none worth citing...

always those interludes with Bach...
and... crescendo of nibbling
at the artifacts....
  like... the cherished:
breaking of bones...
                       bach by the goldberg structure
of: by these bones...
here:
the cringe... nonetheless..
here: the... horrid... exercise in:
                            mince!
Coperită-n ale apusului măiastre straie,
Sub veghea ochilor cerești, în noapte
Susurând prin sufletu-mi dorinței pâraie,
Buzele-i de sânge mă cheamă-n șoapte.

Lângă codrul cel bătrân, sosirea îi veghez,
Coborând pe raza lunii, amară fantasmă,
Căutând-o, pe cereasca boltă, navighez
Cu sufletul îmbibat de a codrului mireasmă.

Ai nopții chitariști la vals ne invită,
Pe ringul de smarald, pășim tăcut.
Luptă cu dorința, pierdută la ispită,
De mi-ai da, să fie aievea… Un sărut!

Dar, tu, nu vii, nu treci al meu hotar,
Pieptu-ți mereu cald, azi, făr-de suflet este.
Un îndrăgostit, în al codrului vechi altar,
Privind spre cer, la a noastră poveste.
stranger Mar 2021
și noi vorbim vorbim
de azi până mâine
râdem murim,
cu sau fără companie.
dar noi vorbim.
iar când dormim
atmosfera miroase  a mine și tine.
și cu toate dezamăgirile,
golim rapid iubirile
și ne regăsim pretutindeni.
tot vorbim,vorbim
la nesfârșit, cât de teluric
visele ce le primim
cu sau fără merit
ne șoptesc șovăielnic
că nu vor să-mi achit
ura pentru tine.

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