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King Panda Aug 2017
a crocus opens and
closes with the stream of
midnight moon.

the playmate of exhaustion
crosses the room
in his heavy, black boots
to close the curtains.

goodbye, light.
goodbye, pride of lions
and boy transformed
into a werewolf.

a scratch
of larceny,
the cuddle of
maple leaves rotting,
the magnet spinning
in rocket-ship orbit.

all secrets held in
feathers,
in hair compounded
into strings of
black opal,
and limbs stenciling
comets around
five feet of woman.

nothing in the talk
can suffocate—a quick
and easy birth of
ecstasy and the emotional
sidestep into the dark
of slumber,
seemingly feminine but
dreams strong as
barbed wire.

when to sleep?

a question finger-written
on my chest.
Knit Personality Jul 2016
Gabb hath a tongue which still doth wag:
It flappeth like an e’er blown flag.
When I would list unto the spheres,
He puffs his words into my ears,
Scatters some thoughts, blows others away:
He hath ‘ nough wind to blow all day!

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KiraLili Oct 2016
She speaks
with her body
and it’s so
satisfying
to see her
curves and
instincts in conversation
those automatic
pulsing movements
responding to
caressing dialogue
goosebump murmurs
felt under my hand
triggered by
physical pleasure
******* heave and expound
clenched fists pontificate
while I respond to
the most rewarding
feedback
and tell tale
sign
loud screaming arches
as she wriggles
her lower half
and her thighs
sermonize
Just before
Her whole body yells
Bedroom Conversations
Undone Oct 2018
Today I woke up
And found a friendly kind of sadness
Sitting on my bed

It petted my head
Like I was a lost puppy
And lured me into its lap
With *****, familiar feelings

It spoke with sympathy
It laughed with mockery
And whispered words that tugged at my tears

I listened,
Obediently
As it spoke:

"What were you doing out there all alone?
How far did you get this time?"

"Aw, that's cute, that' really cute. Well, here we are again huh?
Not even what 6 months later?"
"It's okay!
Hey,
I'm not judging."

"Look can we get "real" for a second?"

"Whether you want to admit it or not,
you need me."

"I mean you don't exactly make it easy on yourself, do you?
Getting your self up on these high hopes that things will be different."

"You're not like the rest of them.
You don't get the same things they do.
You're just going to keep disappointing yourself."

"And that just doesn't make you feel good huh?"

"Well I'm not going to lie to you, I'm not going to make you feel good either."

"But I'm not going to make you feel as bad."

"Not only can I shelter you from yourself but when you're all alone others can't exactly hurt you, can they?"

"So let's just cut all this crap and come back to me."

"You knew you were going to.
You knew this was how it was always going to end.
Are you really even surprised I'm here?
What else did you expect?"

"I may not have his hugs or his words or his smile, but neither do you."
"We deserve each other"

"You deserve me."
Is it that obvious I'm sad?
onlylovepoetry Jul 2017
a companion piece to
miniskirts & high heels vs. poetry & yoga^
<•>

a couple of buds at a local dive bar, drinking Buds,
talking loud about technology
and other manly man stuff

attract attention for our conversation isn't bout sports,
get approached by long legs in high heels and a miniskirt,
with the best come on line ever
any woman invented,
"you guys know about computers, huh?"

later after reading twenty or so of her poems,
and learning the degree of difficulty of the
downward facing dog pose
(adho mukha svanasana)
she said:

tell me again how I
clear my cache,
change my font,
add more memory for new memories,
stop auto correct from making wont into want,
so I can happy write


"wont thy thoughts to my heart thereof"

so I obliged and then
the geek in meek wrote
his first poem

after first clearing the catch  
in his throat
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
Raise slow
or
Raise fast
Raise step by step
Reach to love
I'm here
The Moon said
In her shyness

Too fast can be I
Too slow can be you
Let's get together as
Synchronize soul
The Sun replied
In his boldness

Believe me
You were the witness
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Reciprocation
Marya123 Nov 2016
"Do you want to talk about it?"
You gently ask, seeing my sad face.
It's been a year, and though I could
Remembering is a disgrace.
Recollecting just makes it hurt.
Forming the words again is dumb
They're overused, now they sound curt.
To too many people I cried
To too many souls I have told
All my sorry, deep, dark 'secrets'
Some warmed me when I was too cold.
I wish I could say more to you
Explain why it's not escaping
Sometimes it's nice to not talk
Than destroy what I'm now shaping.
Terry Collett Jan 2016
It's Sister Lucy not Sister Bridget
who's the crush on the young priest
Father Joseph Magdalene said,

Mary said is she the one? as she sat
on Mags bed listening to music
on her record player I thought
you said the Bridget,

Magdalene sitting beside Mary
passed a glass of lemonade to her
and said nothing certain
you understand just the rumours
I've heard but don't tell
the parents or my ****'ll
be slapped for spreading the rumour,

have you a ciggie?
Mary said
putting the lemonade and glass
on the bedside cabinet,

Magdalene poked under the mattress
and took out a squashed pack
of 10 Woodbines and said
open the fecking window
or Ma'll know we've been smoking
and she'll have a moan
and passed the packet to Mary
who took a cigarette
and put it in her mouth
and went and opened the window,

Magdalene took a cigarette
and stuffed the packed
under the mattress again,

Mary sat down and said
have you a light then
or are we to fecking **** on air?

Magdalene took out
of the pocket of her dress
a box of matches
(liberated from the kitchen)
and struck a light for them both
and put the matchbox away again,

they inhaled and sat in silence,

the record played( Billy fury)
and they tapped their feet softly
and nodded their heads,

so what are you doing
about Brian Brady?
Magdalene asked,

what'd you mean doing about
I'm doing nowt with the ******
it's him who thinks I'm going
to be doing things the soft loon
Mary said,

you seemed to be encouraging him
the other day Magdalene said,

ah was fun only I'd not let him
near me in a serious way
no more than the holy Joe himself
Mary said,

smoke filtered ceiling ward,

a car backfired from the street below,

Magdalene leaned in close to Mary
I'm your best friend
and I get jealous of the likes of him
being too near to you,

O he's nothing to be worrying yourself
about him Mags he's just a loon
as boys are Mary said,

Magdalene held the cigarette
a way from her lips
and kissed Mary's cheek,

Mary sighed and said
he's nothing I just give him
the tease he'll get nothing
from my ****** money box,

they both inhaled and exhaled again
and watched the smoke
rise ceiling ward,

the sound of Magdalene's ma
downstairs singing along to the radio,

Magdalene's hand went on Mary's thigh,

a bright sun in a blue Irish sky.
TWO GIRLS IN IRELAND IN 1963 AND THEIR CHATTER TOGETHER.
Robert C Howard Dec 2016
Can we talk?

I'm new to town
and I'm certain that you and I
have not yet met.
Are you a stranger too?

It's rather soon to say
but I caught a beacon in your eyes
(or maybe hoped I did) -
wanting down those
Frosted walls of unfamiliarity.

Who knows what tales
we soon may say
of overlapping circles
of shared community -
of parallel victory and loss.

It's so soon to say,
but for now, accept this hand
as a token of mutual membership
in Pangaea's beneficent sanctuary.

Can we talk?

*© 2016 by Robert Charles Howard
Alex Jones Jan 28
I'm feeling drowsy
Not really tired
Just feeling lousy
Not quite wired

Don't want to die
Can't really live
Don't wanna lie
Can't quite forgive

Time moves too fast
Heartbeats too slow
Time leaves us last
Heartbeats must go

I can't do this
Neither can you
What to do
What to do
H    
                  E
      L
                           P
             M
E
Now the panting is subsiding
laying spent on silken sheets
and in the aroma of our love
we lay our heads to our pillows
as I stroke you as we talk

Our eyes dreamy misty and tearful
we start to talk in whispers
both with trembling voices
full of emotions and love
trying to contain the want and lust

All we talk about life
regrets that we had not meet sooner
then the joy of our communion
making our love legally bond
by the stars in the heavens

Saving to memory every tender moment
in gentle loving talk
proclaiming our love for each other
in passion and verse
in our sweet world of pillow talk


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
I don't know whether
is it love or jealousy
but whenever
someone unknown
try to talk to you
i feel like killing them.
Nassif Younes Apr 2016
The winter breath is winded
It's icy teeth are filed into a smooth breeze -
Warm but not quite that kiss
From summer's steamy lips
And I'm hardly ***** enough
To call this Spring.

This, my friends,
Is the nothing season.
The slugglish March
Into April.

The nights are no longer cold enough
For people to fake romances with each other
Just to have a spoon
And this is not quite the heat
That makes people hook up
To prove their summer body
Was worth the effort.

This is just
Nothing.
A time so desperately dull
That I'm stuck here alliterating
And talking
About the ******* weather.
Nassif Younes Feb 2016
Yeah.
That’s it.
Give it to me.
Oh yeah.
Just like that.
Wait.
What?
No!

What happened?
Are you getting nervous?
Self-conscious?
Do I look like a ******* mirror?
You’re going too slow
And it’s giving my stomach time
To stretch.
You’ll never be done at this rate.
You’re creating a monster
And you won’t like me
When I’m like that.
You’d better give me something soon
Or else
I’m going to scare all the women out of your bed
From under
Your bed.

Oh, come on,
Is that the best you’ve got?
Are you a skylight
In a blind man’s house?
Do you live in a universe with padded walls?
You have to let go.
Now.
You have to
Let your mind lose you.
If that pencil lasts long enough for you
To memorise the serial number on its side,
You’re done.
If you aren’t getting caught in a web
Of sharpenings
When you try to stretch your legs
You’re done.

It’s just the two of us now.
My lines are the bars
Of your empty cage
And whether or not there’s light in between
Is entirely up to you.
You think everything you say will be wrong
But there’s only one way to know
And we both know
That there is nothing more wrong
Than doing nothing.
I will make that perfectly clear to you.
If you do nothing
I will stare at you with my blank, blinding white
Look of symmetrical disapproval
Until your eyes burn out
And all you can think to do
In your helpless, hapless malaise
Will be to strike a match
And burn me black
Making sure we both hit the dirt
At the same time.

Now,
We don’t want that, do we?
Good.
So come on, my darling
Let’s go somewhere quiet
And you give me that
Rough and careless touch
You know I love the most.

I may never laugh
And I may never cry
But you will.
Ray Ross Jun 2018
I'd love you in the nighttime,
But you stay too far away.
I'd love you in the daytime,
But it's all harder to say.
Come climb into bed with me,
We can dance the night away.
Through your window, morning at three,
I'll climb in and kiss you someday.
Bring to my sleeping prince, some way,
All the words I had meant to say.
Tanya Feb 11
She had returned from her journey,
radiating bright, vivid
light.

Feeling better than ever.
Blooming.

Small minds
couldn’t handle
her flowers.
but the sun garden was hers to handle anyways .
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