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Stu Harley Feb 11
no
matter
where
i
am going
when
faith
grabs hold of me
and
it
leads me
to
my destiny
Racquel Davis Jul 2014
In a dream,
Or a nightmare,
Everything seems            out           of                           place.
Things start out right,
And then,
                                    You’re dropped into an ocean.
               You’re naked and drowning,
          Sleeping and awake.
        Slipping away into a panic,
     Floating on a wave of  d i s c o n n e c t.
Grasping for anything,
     You hold on to thin air.
Feeling good with just that,
                                     The darkness grabs your s
                                                               ­                          e
                                     ­                                                     n
                                                               ­                             s
                                                               ­                              e
                                 ­                                                              s.
­Gaining visual on your position,
You swim a short mile.
      Lost with no vision,
You look outside yourself a while.
Your view from up above,
     The ocean seemed to move.
      God knows how long it has been
Below,
       The water blackens.
               You lose faith,    
                                                                ­    The darkness wins again.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
edited 11/23/16
Lyn Senz Nov 2013
Pete is lying on a beanbag
underneath a cover white

hears a rumble from below him
wakes up with an awful fright

then a hand comes by and slaps him
grabs his head and holds on tight

poor Pete's always getting beat on
almost every single night!


©2012 Lyn
CK Baker Mar 30
Once it grabs an idea
or learns a new fact
it stretches its seams
and never looks back!
Inspired by PoetryJournal, who fills the HP pages weekly with these savory tidbits!
making love with no love
(kissed her with his freedom)**

<•>

a new person in an overnight stay in a strange,
aptly named,
bed and breakfast

and

you do all the same things that just feel good, careless loving
that comes from practiced renewable remembering,
kiss her neck for hours, drink in her crescendoing cooing

rename her Appalachia, bemused, wondering why,
she gasp-asks, when your tongue traces her odyssey body
from her Georgia to her Maine, then no need to explain

it all feels familiarly strange, imbalanced, shaky, loving the thrill
of your first solo bike ride, an invisible hand letting go,
the wow of walking the line of new freedom and
old responsibility that you have walked on both coasts

carry on, love is coming to us all lyric, enacted-recalled,
loving yet another
long cool woman in a black dress with unquestioning

how to explain to her, how to yourself, loving with no loving,
and the best you can stammer is it is like writing a poem
with too many commas or none at all

she laughs you up with one mouth lingering,
then one amazing kiss on your heart
and nose,
grabs a piece of toast and gone girl,
then you are returned to alone, to the dreams that
may or may not have occurred and two hands overflowing with
too many commas
and none to keep
<•>


11-18–17 2:54am, somewhere
“kissed her with his freedom”
Cactus Tree by J. Mitchell
11/18/17 2:54am
matt d mattson Nov 2013
In the twilight night
That casts shadows to the day
The cold creeps at the October edges of my single pane windows,
And seeps into my cheaply heated home with newspaper insulation
It catches my toes, and walks up my white hands and grabs my face and nose
The cold grasps firm and goes deep

And in the chilly dieing light  
I found a picture of you laughing, tucked into a book I was going to give you
Suddenly I am dragged back to the moment when I fell in love with your soft native eyes.
And your freckled cheeks drawn in an eternal smile
I loved your black hair and your carefree way

The cold is not cold enough for this,
I open a window and the back door.
I finish my drink to the whiskey sharp bottom,
I cast off my blanket and sit as wind comes in.
The cold is not yet cold enough

I add ice and ***** to my glass
Hoping for Russian absolution
But in the freezing flesh core of my sad meat suit,
As the temperature drops to negative numbers  
My stupid heart still beats for you
And the cold is not cold enough for this.
SilentAce Mar 2015
She feels too little
He feels too much.
They meet in the middle
Only one mimics touch.
He says he loves
She says that too.
He asks, "do you mean it?"
She replies, "of course I do."

He compares her soul to the beauty of life.
She makes him a sandwich
Convinced it will suffice.
He grabs her hand and places a ring
She smirks and shrugs and says, "sure thing"
He wants an argument and a play of words
She looks out the window as nothing is heard.

He brings home gifts and recited affection
She portrays acceptance and calls him perfection.
She is the poetry that pours out of his mind
He is the man she chose to pass the time.
Hand in hand they both look fine.
Others envy the farce, they shine.

One believes it true
The other knows it's a lie.
The sociopath and the poet
A oddity at best
He loves her more with each second passed
And she can only pretend.
I was reading an article titled "How to Tell if You are Dating a Sociopath."
So of course I accidently stumbled upon inspiration for another write.
Doug Miura Aug 2018
An attack every 3 seconds
1.5 rapes a minute
"It's not going to happen to me!"
Your thoughts too?
Don't prepare
Are you stupid?
Ask yourself
Is that me?

A person attacked every 3 seconds, 1.3 rapes per minute! Muggers scan the crowds watching for aimless wanderers dressed well. Someone that is not paying attention to his or her surroundings that isolates themselves in an alley or parking lot becomes a target. Parking a van next to a woman’s car and having her help his disabled self was how serial killer Ted Bundy abducted his scores of victims. Get in through the passenger side or have someone walk to your car with you if see a van next to your car. If you think this is being paranoid then you may end up dead! Criminals scan parking lots for women sitting in their cars. In parking lots buckle up and go or make the headlines!  Victims & support, 1/10 prosecutes and recover almost over-night; because prosecution win or lose makes you feel like you didn't just take ****. Visit rainn.org to chat one on one with a trained RAINN support specialist any time 24/7. 78% of rapes were by someone victims trusted! Avoid humiliating men. 1.3 rapes per minute! If on the street avoiding attacks is best. Be very vigilant, 9/10 attacks from behind. Always walk against traffic and watch for stalkers in cars. If threatened I put my hand into my coat pocket and say, “I have a gun!”  It stops even multiple attackers but watch for hidden assailants.

If an attacker grabs your arm, quickly twist it towards his thumb, while using your arm against his thumb. Immense attackers simultaneously jab your held arm’s elbow at him and the leveraged movement frees you. Get it right and your wrist will be free easily. If you see a punch coming aimed at your face, bend your head down so he'll break his hand hitting the top of your head. You can also bend your elbow and use the shield formed to block blows. Surprise counter-attack! Press thumb against four fingers, hard, and you have the Kung Fu "Crane." Jab or swipe it quickly at your attacker’s eye, hard! If jabbing aim through your target, at the back of his head so when he pulls back you get his eye. Strike the front of neck, kidneys, *****, and stomach. Kick no higher than knees or he’ll grab your foot! Attack! Attack! Attack! Crowd him so he can’t hit you well, & weak points are vulnerable! Smash with your head, if you somehow miss. When his head goes back, crush his ***** or throat hard. Scream, "Fire! Fire!" and doors will open! "Police!" only, people hide! Yell “Call 911 Call 911!” and sirens will make him run! If you have to stab him, say you thought he had a weapon or he’ll say you attacked him, & you go to jail! Rely on yourself in emergencies! Be sure and call 911 first! 2nd caller goes to jail! Police will not listen to the 2nd caller! Date safety: Meet your date at the place you’re going. Don’t allow isolation or let him drive or he could take you somewhere to **** you. Practice hard until instinctive or this won’t work! If you have been ***** the only thing that will work is a gun but saying, “I have a gun!” has always worked for me.

Tasers work against most but are only 60% effective against drunks & druggies.

If you see a stalker don't go home! They are seeking your house so the can break in when you’re gone and ambush you. 50% ***** at home. “I'll go with you to protect you" a ****** lie! To train for powerful self-defense hang a short chain with a 35-pound punching bag from a beam in the garage. Strong rubber holds it to a wheel and tire resting on the ground. Use leather gloves on your hands and for power put weight behind punches to hit the bag and make it swing away. Block punches with your arm bent like a shield and practice with a partner with boxing gloves & protective gear to make you both strong.  

Search self-defense videos for excellent demonstrations.

©Doug Miura May be copied for private use and not for publication.
Self-defense Training
Ben Jones Feb 2013
There's a fella you've all heard of
From a sandy foreign place
He was sent down by his daddy
From somewhere in outer space
He died and he came back again
Then he hit the dusty road
Now he's there for me with a helping hand
When I've almost dropped my load

Jesus is my barman
I munch his salty nuts
He fills me up with lovin'
Till it rumbles in my guts
He's my one almighty Hoover
He ***** off all my sin
To all my tricky crevices
He bravely enters in

He eases through my tightest spots
He's always got my back
He lubricates my passage
Down the narrow winding track
He tinkers with my plumbing
Removes my stubborn stains
Then with his holy implement
He firmly rods my drains

Jesus is my bell-boy
In his elevatin' craft
He pushes on my button
Then he takes me up the shaft
He's my fire fighting saviour
When flames begin to roar
He grabs his mighty helmet
And he breaks in my back door

He's captain of my ******
Commander of my boats
Don't worry if you're sinkin' fast
Cos Jesus always floats
If you're cold and need to light a fire
The lord is right and good
There's one thing he's remembered for
It’s always having wood

Jesus is my dentist
He drills me with his bit
He fills up all my cavities
Then I gargle and I spit
And one day when it’s legal
We'll end our secret fling
With his ring on my finger
And his finger in my ring
A country/western style song about loving Jesus...
Kurt Carman Feb 2017
Its in these waters, when I was merely a Parr
Or as you might refer to me as a fry,
This wise but young Brook Trout cruised the slow water with my kinfolk fry.

Moving to and fro hiding among the biome vegetation
The sunlight supported my living space and warmed my growth rings.
I dart in and out of the oxygenated seams which help me flourish.

Some days, I had to use stealth to outwit the pine marten and warblers,
I shadowed the cattail and watched them fill their bellies with those around me.
But I felt fate had a purpose for me to be something special.

And When the time was right, I'd ****** myself above the water into the night air.
The large circle of orange light filled my eyes and the night sky was filled with luminary.
I imagined what it must be like to live outside this riffle domain.

This morning, through my refractory vision I spot some floating objects,
And through an inherited sensory recall I can see these are hatching green Drakes.
I immediately shoot to the surface and fill my stomach, then swim back to the undercut for cover.

As the years pass by and maturity abounds,  I find my self settling in behind a large boulder
Right at the tail out of the back eddy, providing me with an ample food supply.
And it's here I prefer to live my life in the slow current, content and peaceful.

And one day as I swam into the current seam, I spotted what appeared to be,
A different looking terrestrial hopper with yellow belly,  so I make my move.
He's not moving much so I decide to raise my head above the water line and sip.

As I grab the hopper I start to slide back behind the boulder,
When I feel a pinch, as if someone try's to pull me towards the surface
I fight with all my might but this force proves to be stronger than I.

It's now I realize a human reels me towards the shore line, and I'm fearful.
This one called a human, grabs my tail and places his hand on my under belly.
Pulling me from my home, he dislodges the hook from my mouth. I gasp for oxygen.

He looks me over from nose to tail, smiles and says how beautiful I am.
He looks me in the eye And says " This was a wonderful fight my friend, enjoy the rest of your life,
He places me back in water, gently reviving me and finally lets me swim away.

I dare to turn and look back at him for a moment and as he continues to watch me,
I hear him say " I fish, knowing everyday on this stream is a gift."
Support catch and Release
Amanda Ray Nov 2017
His wolf like allure makes her howl inside
Her gaze succumbs to his, driving them wild
His love she recalls, from some time ago
Her smile is quietly stealing his soul
His eyes could consume her in just one glance
Her heart will not deny his inviting trance
His kiss grabs hold of her deepest desires
Her soul burns for his love, wilder than fire
His breath warms her skin with every taste
Her trembling legs wrapped tight around his waist
His love so deep, she just can't get enough
Her passion unleashed with every ******
His fingers trail her spine, sending shivers
Her whole body surrenders and quivers
His gentle hands on her neck helped her feel
Her sweetest release, his energy's real
His and hers, two bodies, truly one soul
Hers and his
Tristan Brown Oct 2018
Man quiets his voice
Silence's spotlight open
Nature grabs it quick
Caitlin Mar 22
Time takes my hand
And gently brings me to my feet
It watches as I stumble
It teaches me to speak

Time watches me grow to an adult
From a child
It takes a step back and once again sees me stumble

Time grabs my hand
And roughly knocks me off my feet
It yells at me and screams
Why'd I waste it with defeat
Doshi Mar 31
The house was being emptied
as we exchanged laughs
talking about
our first cigarettes

Tattered books, toys, plans
placed on the curb for grabs
while I timidly reached for his hand
hoping that new memories
could mask those
of the twelve years past
Panda Feb 2018
Listen

I know I'm not
What most would see to be sane

But you see
I don't see
How faking a love of romance and passion
And beautiful things

Can truly be so bad
If it's the only way he'll stay

Best Friend of my universe
The only person
I couldn't imagine a world without

When he laughed
And then nearly cried

"I don't love you anymore"

I saw the pools of hurt arise
I knew right then his words, all lies
And knew that this was my last

Chance

To keep him in my life
And as I'm selfishly afraid
Of being alone again
I took it

"I was afraid"
I swallow my self loathing away
"Because I love you"

The hope swells, he smiles wide
Laughing, he grabs my hands

"I knew you loved me"

Pang, I shut off my emotions
As he grasps my *******
And slobbers his lips on my own

Boom, my head beats in disgust
Goosebumps rising in panic
My every nerve ending wanting to run
I smile at him when he says

"Tell me you love me"

I feel bile rise, why do I do this?
Is flinging my clothes to the floor
As he leads me to my bed
The necessity to keep my last Friend?

****, why do I do this
Again and again?
Self destruction behavior, big surprise

Right?

But I swear I've never stooped so low
But I've never felt so alone
But I can't recall loving a man
But I've never rejected lust
But with him the touch is rough
But now I'm 3 months pregnant
But it's with a person I choose
But he thinks all this touching is normal
But I can't seem to ever say no

"I love you too"

I refuse to loose you my friend
Not ever again
No matter the cost
I miss friendship, innocent friendship in which you were you and I was me.
Evie Dec 2018
the hand from nightmares
that grabs you and squeezes until you pass out crying
lives in my room
each year since birth
i became closer and closer with it
first when i was a baby we were strangers it was still a little shy
then as a child it started crawling slowly out of the corners and looking
i was curious
next as a teenager i rearranged my room
i was closer
and it was so happy
i felt that disguisting smell all the time and those fingers
grabing at my body and breaking and
cutting skin
today i realize i haven't felt the sun in a while
it has been stealing pieces of my heart leaving me in eternal winter
i have no skin and not a single free space on my body
wounds wounds wounds pain and ice
but ... since existence
it has been there for me
suddenly those fingers turn into my mother's hands
i just want to lay my head down and let mom touch me
coddle me like an infant
i don't remember where or who the hand belonged to before
i felt my eyelids dropping
sleep tight little angel
no one stopped me
suicidal
Traveler Sep 2018
I can’t believe you could be so  extremely unfaithful to me
You’re almost my brother
Is my wife up for grabs on the side

Something I never told you buddy oh pal
Once when I was working with your wife (My sister in law) she questioned me about her attractiveness  and how **** I Rated her to be
I knew right then your beautiful wife wanted a kiss from me
I’ve watched her for so long, after all she is my sister-in-law. Yet I’ve seen her clear,
And because of you I kept my distance
A gentle man
Gives no resistance
If you do have my wife
I assure you
Your beautiful wife is mine!
You can have her back later
And one of my future rhymes.
Traveler Timothy

Drunken brother-in-law
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