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Odysseus Nov 2012
Dim sunlight coming through the curtains of my window this morning,
the ambiance feels just a little parky…
I stretch my arm to the opposite side of the bed,
nothing…

I believe I went back to sleep…

Woke up again moved by the sense of my obligations, half awake revolving…
My body longing for a touch of her calid smooth skin at daybreak,
coldness...

As of to reach her my eyes search for her,  
my hearts looks for her, but she is not with me.

Did she get out of bed before me?
maybe she's in the family room (like she calls it),
drinking a coffee and reading her book.
I feel a smile drawing in my face accompanied by a warm feeling of content.

I want to go join her, my nymph.
Perhaps she's just laying there unclothed on the ****,
or perambulating through the apartment doing her thing,
my muse,
that beautiful body of hers, seductive and alluring yet innocent and tender,
physique of a greek goddess.

My cellphone rings, it is her…
confused I hasten to get out the covers and sit in my bed,
then I glance at the picture of that hypnotizing graceful smile on my desk,
her farewell gift.

She's gone, I drove her to the airport yesterday…
Buoyed pot Feb 2019
Where to hide? Where to conceal?
I fail to understand this famine.
They have robbed my merry zeal
and now prevails the devil’s time.
Taciturnly they have eloped from my sight,
Bricks of blue is what they have left.
This is the lost treasure that has clanged to life in the night
Yet this parky night has failed to freeze my breath.
I agree to sign the fatal bond with the supreme
And still be sure of my inevitable victory
For I have made sagacious plans in the afternoon green
The rebels will soon begin to continue this story
Paul Hardwick Feb 2015
The parky told me
don't step on the grass man
I remember now his words
now its to late
skid marks under both feet
and you must feed that grass to
for in your mind it feed you
so don't be such an **** man
just don't step on the grass man.
True story      P@ul.
Jamie F Nugent Mar 2016
Maybe there are a few more drops
Of blood that we have not yet ******
From each other,
until we are
See-through skeletons
under ripped red umbrellas,
Bone dry
in our tailor-made threshold.

And maybe there are
Blacker bruises
we could paint each other in.

Deeper scratches you could give me.

And maybe we are not done
******* up our love through straws,
like it is a pink parky milkshake,
that will soon sour,
Maybe we should pour it away,
Maybe we should drink it down,
By the mouthful,
And just let it hurt.

-Jamie F. Nugent
sheila sharpe Nov 2020
shewereasnarrerasanarrer, but with cleavage to die fer
so she dressed in fancy spanks from Marks ‘n Sparks
‘cos she’d gorra job as earned hersen a bucketful of dosh
typing  jobsheets fer the Faktreh’s Senior Clerks
Now one parky Sat’dy neet,
our Peg the padgeowl chanced to meet
an Irish navvy wi a twinkle in ’is eyes
and ‘though Peg judged him as a Yokel
still she took ‘im dahn ‘er local
where they podged theysens
on stout and chips and pies
but Paddy got right larroped
‘as down the jit they galloped
and, chucklin’ sed  “now gisagleg
what’s behind them fancy skanks
did yer gerrem from them Yanks?”
but Peggy only showed a little bit o’ leg
but the navvy cut up ruff, and said “that’s nor ennuff!
I’ll ‘ave the rest – and I’ll ‘ave it right ere!”
but Paddy, tight jobber, never bought a dobber
and as weeks passed it soon became clear
to Paddy, the digger, that Peg’s waist  was gettin’ bigger
so, when Peg said, with a tear and a sigh
“There ain’t no bloomin’ daht
that you’ve got me up the spaht!”
Paddy skanked ‘er
- dahn the jitty - by and by!
A poem in Leicestershire dialect.  Read it out loud to get the effect please and let me know how you find it - oh, and have fun looking up all of the dialect words
Aleta Marshall Mar 2020
We are all hunkered down in our little parky...
Waiting for the "All Clear" from our hierarchy...
Trying to keep busy and staying calm...
Whilst the scientists try to come up with a virus bomb...
Some of us have been hangin' out at the pool...
Which on these hot days feels pretty cool...
But don't worry we are playing it smart...
Keeping the distance at 6 feet apart...
So don't fret about us or our routine...
Cause remember Covid-19 don't like chlorine!
Maheswari Mar 2019
Ignoring, fighting, and pushing people away from someone’s everyday life it is not vile and self-observed. It is selfless, struggling. As I don’t want others to be contracting for being surrounded by the hurt within me. It is indeed poignant. But I chose to be alone.
Being a friend to solitude. In the art of being on one’s own, i chose to surround myself with subtle things; drizzling dawn, parky wind, a quiet noon, starry night accompanied by The Moon. The moon that embellish my deserted nights, henceforth i knew i got one more companion that won’t ever leave me. A luminous circle up in the sky speaks through its light for me, convince me that i’m not really so alone.
“There are billion people just like you in the whole world, they’re just don’t desist to smile and keep their head up” said The Moon.
“How did you know that? How did you know there are more people like me in this world, in this filthy world?” I murmured.
“I can’t show them to you, but I’ve seen things that you haven’t see. I’ve lived for hundred years my dear, so that i have encountered so many things and people in my life” The Moon replied.
I still can’t believe that there are people who in despair of being alone but still manage to feel positive.
Then I asked “Aren’t you feel alone up there, in the sky that were so transcendental spacious?”
“I am. I was the only moon from the beginning, but gladly there were stars and various planets among the galaxy, and The Sun he might be alone too but he is so powerful and unbeatable. Everyone praise him for his light. I used to envy him, but that was a long time ago when i know so little about life. Even The-Almighty-Sun himself also has problems but won’t bother to tell me completely about it and i do respect for his own privacy.
“At a night time i saw people on earth who has a good life said the words of rage and cried in their sleep. Or people who haven’t eat for 12 hours laughed in tears by watching a cheap comedy-series. Both of the people got so many things run through their mind, so much sadness and worries but they spoke so little and smiled wider. I see that happiness is never an absolute idea and we never know what we want in this pointless circle of life, but sometimes you find peace in the midst of pain and suffering” The Moon explained.
I feel touched and stiffed at the same time. although the struggle did not end nor was it any less diminished, it somehow makes me feel better and sorry.
I outcry “Oh you’re The Moon, my dearest friend. For i have been blessed to know you!”
And ever since, the peace within the moon is the place for anyone in lonesome.

— The End —