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[Syndra Lynn]

why does poetry elude me when i smile?

i need pain to tear the poetry from my soul
happiness dulls my senses
makes me clichéd and metaphoric
boring to my core

deep weeping floods it from my depths
pours it on my shore to see
sift through the pieces
to find the pristine shells of hope

 

[SweetMerry]

Take a drag on your cigarette
and kiss me in the open air

Propose marriage
on the spur of the moment

Love me when I am uncapable
of returning the sentiment

Just take a drag on your cigarette
and kiss me in the open air

Then leave

 

[Syndra Lynn]

Christmas missed

I missed you on Christmas.

I missed teeth on my nipples,
fingertips dipping
gently into the damp
drawn by desire.

I missed my breath catching sharply,
yours burning my neck.

I missed hands around my waist
pulling hips back to meet yours

I missed cock stuffed cunt
deep enough to tickle
the back of my throat.

I missed your energy just fucking the hell out of mine
until the spinning of the cosmos reeled
through screams that make neighbors wonder

I missed the taste of leaked come
licked off your belly.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Goodness it's a bit warm in here .....

 

[Remec]

Sorrow

I go to kneel, but
find I cannot remain
before the banks of
candles with dry eyes

and an unclenched
throat. Lighting one,
I turn to go, nodding
to the sister at my side

with her stark habit
and barren face, the
turn of her lips echoes
the pain in my step.

 

[RhymeFairy]

this dull senseless life

has led me a merry go'round.
too many times passing go and not reaching
the brass ring. check, not mated like a flower
wilted from drought, when
will my sun, shine again?

year after year, the same stories
were told. waiting has become
a slow death chant. sentenced
from darkened doors as ghostly whispers
laugh through the hallway, sealing my tomb
with one day,
one day ....




...

 

[RhymeFairy]

offf tha hipster as miss sara, says ::::




years turns to strawberries.
nights into lemons,
suckled with relish
as his salty lime
thighs, catch
my breathe. lips meeting
spread sheet wide, turn table
rodeo, rough ride
neigh .... yeahhhhhh

sculptured in sand, sailing
on the winds. clouds
turn to pillows as night negate
our disco ball
kaleidoscope dreams.
dreams
I relish with sour crout
'n weenies betwixt golden, furry
thighs. a few favorite memories
I thought to take
for walk.

my pet
for tha taking, squeezing
his red jelly cream, whipped
with delight, finger fucked, plucked
then sucked.
mine,
mine
my sweet tangy
lemonade, on a Sunday
afternoon ....




....

 

[RhymeFairy]

perfect union



flame leery lips, learned
long ago, breath
catch, snap,
release. my venus
to his fly trap, pop' n slide
letting out tha cream.
preserved

in leafy visions of moist
waves, crested
and ridden,
laughing, lounging
this hypnotic poison,
prescribed
for the perfect union
mismatched, though it may
be.

 

[tungtied2u]

father gave me tools
examples and instruction
tried to teach discipline
without resorting to blows

mother gave me love
a heart to hear with
soup, sustenance and salve
with soothing hands and voice

yet I sit here alone
unable to commit
uncertain of my future
afraid to embrace joy

what is it in me
that won't accept peace,
can't appreciate another day
sentences me to suffer

I am the fractured gem
the gnarled oak
the murmuring heart
only nature understands

 

[4degrees]

lost passion, hibernates
and hides away
hoping that the cold months
pass while consiousness
hovers in grays
and then it will be may
and then,
it will be may.
tonight was like that
with each bite of
that dirty rice
the spice that turns my
thoughts to some
Étouffée
that never will i taste
crawfish and shrimp are
all the same anyway
now that you're with me
always, i know nothing
is the same
change churns in a constant
pattern, making slight colors
colors like reminders
of ten thousand words
that were said, and
now remembered
in silence
my mind is quite but
you're always there
to replace or push away
proves to be in vain
because you are
in my veins
your ink marks me
to the bone, with
a million months to pass
it never gets easy
i am never easy with
the notion that you're gone.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Very troubling thoughts
chased me all night.
like a banshee in hot pursuit
of her lost souls desire.

I love you,
would do anything
for you, any time.

the kids worry me,
can I pick'm up
and move, without
the knowledge
happily ever after?

My concerns stated, my heart
given. Which road to take,
what option to peruse.

My heart has but one beat left,
to get this right. To go, love
and be happy or stay

knowing the road not taken
delivers the finality
of sleepless nights
forever ....



...

 

[Syndra Lynn]

father gave me tools
examples and instruction
tried to teach discipline
without resorting to blows

mother gave me love
a heart to hear with
soup, sustenance and salve
with soothing hands and voice

yet I sit here alone
unable to commit
uncertain of my future
afraid to embrace joy

what is it in me
that won't accept peace,
can't appreciate another day
sentences me to suffer

I am the fractured gem
the gnarled oak
the murmuring heart
only nature understands

I understand. Nice words. thanks

Syn

 

[tungtied2u]

Sin and salvation
make strange bedfellows
each offers their own brand
of redemption. A moments grace,
relief from the mundane
the onslaught of everyday existence

Where do you sleep,
does it matter which sibling
you lie with ? If the promise spoken
is broken tomorrow, what does it matter
as long as you make
through today.

 

[Syndra Lynn]

sappy valentine clichés? or can i find a single original thought...

I love you. That’s all. I love you.
What more can there possibly be?

You ground me in a way I have never been grounded,
and simultaneously inspire me to new heights.

You penetrate me in ways I have never been penetrated,
spiritually, emotionally and oh, so physically.

My love for you is as powerful as the ocean
and sometimes I fear I may drown in it.

My love for you is as deep, as inspiring, as beautiful
as the universe, and as frightening as its vast unknown.

I get lost in the joy of your hands on my skin. Sometimes I get lost
in the joy of just thinking of your hands on my skin.

I get lost in hazel pools when you look at me with desire
deep enough to drown memories.

I love being the woman who gets to lie naked in your arms.
I love waking to your face each morning.

You own my heart. You match my soul.
You thrill my body. You feed my mind. You charge my spirit.

I love the way you try to pull my spine through my navel
with the tip of your tongue.

You make love to me in a way that makes me feel
as if I deserve love. Thank you for that, Baby.

I love you. What more could there be?
I live to bring you the kind of happiness you bring me.

 

[sweet GA peaches]

Thought..

I go to kneel, but
find I cannot remain
before the banks of
candles with dry eyes

and an unclenched
throat. Lighting one,
I turn to go, nodding
to the sister at my side

with her stark habit
and barren face, the
turn of her lips echoes
the pain in my step.

For some reason I took to these words, and found them
stabbing in my mind, and these thoughts be-fell me:

And for whom the bell tolls
are we aloud ...to hear
with such ringing in our ears-
Who are we to question faith
when we've yet to answer
the call of duty,
for faith does ...
question all.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

What makes me feel I am good enough?
sinking into obscurity is too good
for those with wasted lives
years spent never learning
never forgiving
crowded by a past
never let go.
It's only pain of the heart
for gods sake
no-one tore your arm off.
The voice from long ago
and I now agree
No good
no good.

 

[champagne1982]

To have an arm torn off
is like being denied permission
to feel loss, anger and pain.

To be heartsore,
is like having your arm
torn off.

 

[goliathtamer]

Getting to know you...

Peaking at you from a distance
Your eyes catch mine repeatedly
Blushing with each dance of our lashes
The memory and dreams my mind has created
The night I met you...

Looking past the crush into your heart
Watching you bleed into my life
Warming your soul with my world
Smelling your love upon my pillow

Feeling the sound of your rhythme
Aching myself for your need
Tasting your desire is mine now
Dont ever leave is your mark

Peaking at you in close proximity
Watching you in the mirror without your knowledge
Feeling your dreams as they elope with mine
Knowing you more completely

And yet, I still love you...

 

[vampiredust]

And Its You I Need

My bones shift
whenever she walks
nearby. The sea
unfurls its muscles.
Gulls make a white
carpet with their bodies.
I detach the moon
from night's ceiling
and turn it into a discoball.
And we dance, dance,
dance to music hammering
out from my chest.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Best I've read all day

 

[denis hale]

my ears

my ears, my poor ears were burning. The aliens had landed and there were lessons lined up, like an audiologist pitch whistle bill of fare--right there, in the air, for the learning.

So I listened.

At first came a Close Encounters Of The Third Kind arpeggio, that famous pentatonic melody that also matches the first few notes of Jeopardy Theme, and I listened, as this hideous jingle got transposed to a new key every eight bars--first via Circle of Fifths, and then totally at random and sort of Chopsticks Chromatic... but I kept on listening anyway, dog eared in my enthusiasm--and even playing along with my amped-up cherry-red Factor 6 string bass--until this famous Alien siren song hit D flat on the 26th fret of my G String, and the E.T. creatures finally beamed me directly into their Orifice Probing Pod--which is where I was headed all along, apparently, which is where the music always changes, quite abruptly in fact, into a bass-heavy pastiche of Barry White and Donna Summer. The pain in my groin and ass is simply otherworldly, there is no other way to describe it.

But still I listen.

For the changes. For the changes.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Hey all ....

Bump


thinking ya'll remember how this goes ~~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

Thinking we need a short - to the point, Halloween Challenge. Free verse - let it go, kinda thing ... Just playing with words here. Been too long and let's just see ~~~


Awake, half asleep my forest
of dreams kaleidoscopic in
and out. a candy store of delights,
descends, overcoming
my subconscious. scouting
my favorite sweet,
while placing a call,

come my sweet

shop, share this nubbing jam
finger stirred. my witches brew,
whiffles- bemusing the senses.
whirling, swirling, a hypnotizing
halo of ginger-bread loaf - iced,
for bite. lollipop licks, lengthen
his yo-yoing slinky of life.

my peppermint pout - samples, scantly
touching tongue to tip, relaying
circles around his track, teaching
moderation in method, to sugar
up his licorice pole for another slow

come, my sweet

enjoy, crystallized confection, glazed in
a haze. mouth watering brittle,
dipped. diluted by praline kisses, melting
his pot as honey dew drops- slowly
trickle out.


.....


Grrr, not exactly what I wanted ( this is writing live, after all )but I have to get ready for work. Will work on this later ~ Just a thought if anyone wants to jump in, go for it ~~

 

[Remec]

waiting for dusk never
seemed to take so
long, I'm not sure Time
ever passes so slowly--
not counting the space
between bedtime and
Christmas morning--

but we ate a light dinner
and added some finishing
touches--a dab more faux
beard, a smidgen of extra
Karo blood or green fleshtone
to what had already been
disturbed by walking about
the house, or killing time on
the porch--pillowcase in hand

until Mom said we could go,
and off we went through the
neighborhood, trodding our
way amid dewy grass, up and
down driveways both paved
and gravel-lined to ring bells
or knock on doors shouting
the usual challenge and hoping
none of us would end up saying
the saddest words of the holiday,

"I got a rock."
-----

 

[RhymeFairy]

off tha hipster ~~~~~

I can look up pictures
I can listen to seductive, sexy
like music. I can fold clothes
and cook dinner - but what I choose
to do on this precious day
off is ... spend it - with you.

I know you're at work, I see
so many times in memory
where I snuck under desk
and demanded my
MY
satisfaction. You
were always the winner
the one who would
come up, with a
smile. I'm here ...

still listening to Neil Young, searching
for his heart of gold but ...
but,
but
I want to crawl into bed
with you. Cross your oceans, map out
every pore that makes you
you.

I recall our Walmart escapades,
Silver Springs and driving icy
back roads. It all comes down to
us,
driving each other - pushing
the bar above
and beyond. Taking

what we want. Showering
our universe with
every dream possible. I still sit,
imagining us together
taking the day by storm
and eating every morsel
of strawberries with cheese,
off each other. Still, I sit
knowing, tomorrow
is a new day and we -
have just begun ...


....



rambling in my old age, lol ~~