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thou dwellest with -in
ma heart
like dwellest
twas yesterday
and
thy love cometh
like a fountain
burstin all the way...
twill be a living life,
when twill be a game of friendship ...
hasn’t ever struck you
that we or twill be one poet...
like none as tomorrow comes
and
this day dieth
was that not anointed yet say
some shalt
some day
Shakespeare
and
Loved
lived like none else
on the ma earth
till dis day
so be it today
The words no longer held at bay
now escaping from our thoughts
to form upon our lips
to spill forth but
Still not ready to use the word "dying"
Use kinder words that skirt the unspeakable
Death now again approaches our door
It is not welcome, We are not ready
Does the bastard have to be so cruel
Strips one of his dignity, enters with pain and fear
and utter embarrassment
Forced to keep others out, knowing they will see
An overdose of pills,
of heartache
and a nap
on the shrink's arm chair.
There's too much
to focus on;
so little time
to think on it.
It's like
an Olympic dash,
but the track extends
to the far future.
And I hear it doesn't end.
When there are no storms
to draw one's fancy,
one looks within,
at the hurricane;
in the mirror
a gorgon stares back blankly.
This is not a masquerade,
this is life.
Black hair parted to an edged obsessive glow
Gothic arch framing an alabaster face
mirrors her vulva captured in tight black pants
Sharp lines
severe
Tight breasts shark edged
Dog collar, Studded
Black, pervasive
Eyes, lips, nails
Standing, legs crossed.
Body shouting a defiant slouch.
A small woman on guard against an intrusive world.
eyes turned out in arresting poise
Waiting...
I watch you as you watch me
Your glaring eyes sink into my screen
And I'm all you see
All around you
Becomes invisible
Once i'm turned on
I've seen you laugh
many times
and cry on occasion
but usually you just stare
Motionless
Filling your head with my filth
I do have some worthwhile
things to offer
You just have to search
Dig Deeper
Hunt
And you may learn something
or expand your horizons
or even be inspired
Just don't stay too long
This is spring
beautifully musical...
spring is at the doorstep here
but tis still minus six...
perhaps a day more
winter may like to stay
if spring comes
can summer be far away...
then all of us will say
Global Warming by the way and
the scorching heat will burn our skin
soft cream we all shall apply ...
the ointments price will rise sky high---
then we shall say blast the economy
come rain and take the heat away
some one will say
let winter stay...
POETIC JUSTICE ITS JUST US THIS IS MY FIRST POST AND ONLY POETS I JUST TRUST JUST POETS IS A MUST ITS LIKE A SEXUAL THRUST THE EXCITEMENT FULLFILLED ENJOYMENT TO DISCUSS ON PAPER POETIC JUSTICE READS WITH A RUSH POETRY TO ME IS LIKE A CHILDS FIRST CRUSH.
No reprieve, no second chance
No turning back to do, undo
Time has passed her by
Without a glance
Life unfair, left in despair, no more ribbons in her hair
What had been grace and beauty
Now turned to songs unsung
And no one there to listen or to care
Fading flowers, empty hours
Potential unmet, doors now shut
Empty dreams o'er which to grieve
Life once sweet, now turned to wine that soured
burning candle flame!
(live visual..)
she is like a candle
cold but very still
held in a lovers hand
so very still ...
till she is lit and flame starts flickering,
she flickers,flickers too
but slowly ,silently...
her body curvaceous
wriggles within
the arms of her consort
now she can’t slip out…
the flame warms up gradually
the wax begins to melt
lover her lips does cement
with breezes
he softly does blow
to make her brightness glow
Fastidious
Starched shirt paisley tie
Both frayed
Worn with dignity
Suit shining witness
To countless years
Service
White silk handkerchief
Mottled as ancient cream
Shoes cracked
Polished to a glow
Meticulous
He is seminal
To the community
A profession
Of great regard
And universal need
His chambers
City Hall square
The town mendicant
Providing
Chance for giving
And receiving
Gratitude
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