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[RhymeFairy]

I walk alone.

The wheat plains,
call out. An echoing
question always,
unanswered. One day
one moment
time will stand still.
Call me home, cushion me
in her motherly bosom
to get a taste,
of what home'n hearth
truly are.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Paris has,

brimming fountains
long lagoons
lost loves
and eternal longings

I tossed the coin.
supposedly, to make
a wish.

boink, splash

when will the sinking sensation end?
weightless in water, as yet
undetermined
to wish

I watch
the waving
back

forth, is it saying goodbye,
No!

I shall jump in
and get my damn love back.

 

[beautyandwine]

Ideally

In an ideal world,
I'd never hide a thing,
and we'd be as open
as newborn stars,
letting everything shine
in awkward brilliance.

And I would never fear
what it is
you and I have secreted away,
these pocketed insecurities,
or what truths may be
misconstrued.

Because I want to be faithful
as the oldest stars,
those that guide you
on the dark sea,
and the truth
our Rosetta
that opens understanding.

And when your fingers
brush away the dust,
tracing the fine lines
of this soul as you decipher
the rhymes and reasons,
I only want
that brilliance returned,
that we may live
without fear.

 

[RhymeFairy]

this blank page silently sits
before me. keypad strokes
unhurried, for what's to be said
needs an audience.

one who actually reads
what is written.
not, between the lines,
for the boldness
of my thoughts are enough
to dry-heave a drunkard
from mouths to months,
turned inside out.

take the time. to taste
my verbiage of action
and my subject shall often lead
one in circles. then, reappear
at the beginning
where it all started.

the body of my write
is simplistic to be sure.
letters, tell my tale
of keeping the words
between the lines.
no shape shifting curves
to cause alarm,
anxiety or harm.

it is my right
to tell one and all
that the time has come
to feel. fill the empty
spaces in. capture
a moment
and make it shine.





sorry got a bit distracted and lost it at the end ~ night~

 

[beautyandwine]

Passing

A swift turn of your slender neck,
eyes of soft brown slowly rise;
the tiny curl of your lips is unmistakable.

Your cheeks widen as birthing hips
and our gazes meet in formal introduction;
a half-second of doubt hastily retreats.

Overly conscious hands rush to my neck
to vainly protect the warmth that glows;
too late, you've stolen a piece of me.

As I return your awkward smile I ponder
how you touch, without touching;
and why you continue to drive away in my mind.

(C) TDP 2007

 

[tungtied2u]

How long can I balance
perched like aChinese acrobat
standing on hands
supported by feet wobbly, uneven
frame wracked and rickety
back bowed with age and overuse
skin peeling from abuse
while the earth shifts slowly beneath

 

[beautyandwine]

Eyes closed
to the red dawn
angles rise
with sister Farenheit
planes smooth
and lengthen
retract, but not
retreat;
each arc exposed
to invite your lips.

 

[beautyandwine]

I want
to climb
ev'ry
mountain
peak, clutch
your hand
steady,
peer over
rushing
torrents
surround,
this wind
surging
drawing,
prodding
union
--the clear pool
below
awaiting
our release.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I want

to be drunk
not from squeezed juice, from strawberry
or peach. Obliterated on
in
with you, in mind.
I speak, spout out from soap box ramblings
albeit poor constructed.
My square is round
in circles I go. Puppy feet pattering
tail a'wag
springing from one step to the next, I pounce
on words, memories
of old. Maybe, that's the problem. I need
more. Of what your not willing
or able, or even wanting to give.

Nose pinched, eyes pouting.
I swallow my medicine of mediocre dreams
shattered, yet sheltered
from all knowing eyes. I sip
'n splurt, shouting out
to a damned world
for all the unhappiness I feel, knowing
you have been there before
and wallowed in it ...

...

 

[RhymeFairy]

you, play with me

popcorn mouthed
cheddar chez grin
visions of two, not able
to withstand the wait. daughters next door
laughing. a comical vision
while we sprawl out
for a luncheon, designed for us, two.
taking, giving.

denims shimmied down
ankles wide
diving deep. tasting passions urge. to
ride rough, as a clumsy carousel
of twin moons making mention
as we pay homage to quadruple home runs,
with triple bases loaded. run
my love, run.

away from this scorching heat
that makes a heart cry
and a soul languish
from cracked peanut shells
that show a foul ball thrown
and hit
into the out field.

~~ A broken puts a spin, on tha ball ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

we are early birds:


playing hen 'n peck,
climbing trees
to reach the plateau
of limb calming,
all consuming
passion.

lust
greed
giv'me,
gimmie!

big,
fat juicy worms
to play with.
slide,
dive down on. engorge
my wetted appetite,
with silken shreds
of mother nature,
in the buff.
a free for all involved.

come, show us
your slime trail.
watch,
growth and enlightenment.
to pleasure
and be
pleasured.


..

 

[vampiredust]

Language

"Language is a wound"

Amir Or

If language is a wound,
then I am covered
in gangrene; no dressing
available to staunch

the bleeding, each
greenish-yellow drop
building the structure

mouthing I want you now
as I feel numbness
making love to me.

 

[wildsweetone]

hmm magic.

magic.

magic.... let's see.... magic

in dreams you would follow me
carrying my luggage to the Caribbean
or Timbucktoo because that's where I will die,
one foot in the sea, one foot 20 miles north
of the Nile. my body would lay on mountains
and i'd feel the quaking of earth
as if she trembled in anticipation
of my cooled ashes.
i would collect moons
that i could dangle from my ears
hang from my neck,
tie to my toes to capture your eyes
to hold you mesmerised
while i scratched my last act upon your skin
with my bones.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Arctic shoulder presented.
A present to those
who come far, last
long. Stepping on toes
in mid-March. No way
to treat a lover of old
or a friend for life

 

[darkerdreamer]

He tasted that sweet taste again,
a lush sugary embrace around his tongue.
Teeth are gentle against the smooth flesh,
But the can't help it if they want to bite just a bit.
To feel that delicious sensation, sinking the canine teeth in just lightly.
He could almost feel a ripple across the creamy skin,
He wished it never had to end but he couldn't stop thinking in the back of his head:
I fucking love peaches but they never last long.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I am a frisky drunk
who likes to take advantage
of one. One, who will spend his time
indoors
digesting rooms, to desegregate
and keep
his distance. So, shoot me already
and get it over with. I get
the cold shoulder
while she gets his sun, moon
and stars. I tell ya, life
is not fair and frankly
it sucks.

 

[darkerdreamer]

Stalagmite,
was he the one on the bottom?

Whichever one was one bottom,
that was me.

Dripped upon eternally,
it seemed almost sad.

Eternal Chinese Water Torture,
but they didn't know.

He dripped,
but we both collected.

I got closer to him every day
as we grew.

A thousand year stretch,
I reached up as he drooped down.

We almost expected it
to be magical when we finally touched,

but there was no magic involved,
we were just one instead of two.

 

[RhymeFairy]

He told me it was a lady fish.
"Come on, smell it, I aint lyin'. "
Uncle Bob was always crazy.
I was too young to understand.
Crazy is, as crazy does.

 

[darkerdreamer]

i pull a power move, chameleon
shimmer and fade. camoflagued
and dangerous, dangerflagued.
red LED automatic sighting streaking
across the kind of dark and rainy
night that all ghost stories start
with. steam-powered juggernaut
smashing cityscapes, skyscraping
clouds passing out religious pamphlets
"Yashua Has Risen!" smiling faces
proclaim in grainy printing. regardless
on his current situation of a'risin',
we are falling.

 

[tungtied2u]

the name of the game
is Risk, marshal your wisdom
assemble your troops, take
a stand, await the outcome

opportunity is double edged
offers total domination
or complete annihilation
either way blood is spilled

the killing fields never lie fallow
but are in constant turmoil
swallowing whole human misery
spitting out green sprouts

folly breeds fodder
feeds the fields, sustenance
through sacrifice and stupidity
mans search for self fulfillment

dig deep, there is safety in trenches
as battles rage, keep your head down
these arteries offer life, the opportunity
to live, learn and overcome

 

[wildsweetone]

sagacious

piercing eyes read thoughts
know the motive behind each act
each deliberate stroke of the hand
on its downswing past the hour
past the reckoning of time
a bridge from today
to yesterday, not tomorrow,
as tomorrow is nothing
to count on.

 

[The_Fool]

sagacious

piercing eyes read thoughts
know the motive behind each act
each deliberate stroke of the hand
on its downswing past the hour
past the reckoning of time
a bridge from today
to yesterday, not tomorrow,
as tomorrow is nothing
to count on.

languid eyes
dream without pose
caressing hand lingers
on the upstroke
reckoning the time in sighs
bridging the time
between heartbeats
without counting

 

[wildsweetone]

languid eyes
dream without pose
caressing hand lingers
on the upstroke
reckoning the time in sighs
bridging the time
between heartbeats
without counting

it is just as well dreams are free
for the trip over the edge
will blind the deaf,
deafen the sighted
and the softening of hours
between one sigh
and the next sweetens dawn,
a soothing reminder
of the essence
of heartbeats.

 

[wildsweetone]

rats i want to edit that badly.

 

[RhymeFairy]

side note ~

rats i want to edit that badly.

I do that so much. I usually wanna kick my own booty.

Then I end up taking it to another thread and posting the edited version. Usually Free Thoughts. But that's what this thread is for eh ~ Good or bad, write it out. Love that concept and this thread ... welll the poets/poems here, do have a bit to do with it too