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Spent

Submitted by lou on Fri, 2012-01-06 21:06

Memories like ashes
Blowing in the breeze
Separating and disappearing
A whisper
 
Thoughts of you 
Like tinder 
Burning me in your flames

Incinerating my brain
Leaving me breathless 
Insane

I construct barriers 
To keep you away
Too hot to touch 

DISMOUNT

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2012-01-06 17:02

water weary weather
dripping in slush puddle
dampness in the boots
and all the damned hub bub
rolling down the mall
we move against each
other like a worn old team
surviving lifes skirmishes
to now

A battered jacket and wary eyes
a ragged purse with no suprise
we pick and shop getting what
we want
knowing eachs backs
the strengths and the breaking
places

Quick Silver

Submitted by Eduardo Cruz on Fri, 2012-01-06 14:32

Quick silver
Can not out run
The nimble hands
Of time

The mirror never lies
It is my mind
That projects images
Through tired eyes

Reality
Is the mother of truth
From this point of view
I can never hide.

What have I gained
When youth has waned
Has wisdom entered
This cobwebbed brain

The days of molasses
Have gone away
Now life passes
Like the pouring rain

I've learned
In my middle age
To savor the moment
Like a decadent cake

Seasons of Desire

Submitted by docmaverick on Fri, 2012-01-06 09:16

Let me tarry ever onward,

may sleep's crystals land not,

upon my brow;

I never realized how precious

it would be

to find my cheek upon your bosom, until now.

~

Let me steal away

to where rays of sunshine light your hills,

your garden spills bounty upon my table,

and I'm able

to taste the fruits of our desire.

~

Darkness can awaken your shadows,

I squint to see

if your windows dare look towards me.

Night darkens blue,

and I recall the you,

VAGINA DAWN and three others in the night.

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Fri, 2012-01-06 08:07

i.
VAGINA DAWN

The pink vagina of the horizon
opens up to dawn
pale blue
eclipsing night.

Dragon power of darkness,
potent sleep,
draw up the blinds
take hold the day.

Glowing fresh with dew
the privilege of the few
when years have clocked their toll.

Throw back the sheets,
indulge,
the blue can turn to red,
or grey.

HERDMASTER

Submitted by scribbler on Fri, 2012-01-06 07:52

Poke and prod
with cane and rod
use a whip if you must

Move those unsuspecting cattle
from pasture to pasture
trade one confinement for another

Keep the grass just green enough
to keep them happy
(a bit of sweet feed now and then to keep them docile)

They're too dumb to know the score
too placid to ask for more
not happy........not sad
they think themselves content

Beautiful Lady

Submitted by pavankumar on Fri, 2012-01-06 07:37

O Beautiful lady with glory all over
I bow at your feet, which are covered with flowers

O Beautiful lady with six different faces
But with compassion as your grace

O Beautiful lady with a reason
But with the power of season

O Beautiful lady with love towards all beings
I pray you with all my bearings

O Beautiful lady with modesty as your ornament
But with greenery as your garment

O Beautiful lady who is as beautiful as a bride
And that beauty is your pride

China cup...

Submitted by Roscoe Lane on Fri, 2012-01-06 05:50

China cup…

From a china cup, she sips,
I try not to stare.
Fluid is her touch, mind trips,
wishing my lips there.

Cup to mouth with ease,
pert the aftershock.
Nearly on my knees,
life a timeless clock.

My heart begins to thrill,
amour is now returned.
Let the world stand still,
new love has now burned.

At last we share her smile,
each, nicely discreet,
Breath, hints of camomile,
gentle, nectar sweet.

Mad Professor

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Fri, 2012-01-06 04:37

911, state your emergency
Yes, I need to extract stupidity
Is there such a surgery

Excuse me sir, I’m a bit confused
Well, operator, so am I
See, my intelligence was abused

Sir, are you in any kind of danger
Not precisely but my sanity
Is being stolen by a stranger

Sir, are you taking any medications
Yes, I have a mini pharmacy
Which are good for his complications

Is, there another person in the room
Yes, an accredited professor
Who is disturbed I assume

Living In Doubt

Submitted by China Blue on Thu, 2012-01-05 20:52

If home is where the heart is
then I'm never home
If seeing is believing
then I've yet to be shown

I know not where I am going
not knowing where I've been
Dark, lonely and empty
are the places
that I've seen

I've lost myself
along the way
Some how, somewhere
I've gone astray

A gentle voice
keeps calling me
I know that voice
Is my lost spirituality

Like a lonely child
It cries
Please come back to me

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