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Seren Apr 12, 2013

With Peaceful Easy Strokes

I mix the Grey
of ash and soot
into shade, ground
from between the leaves
of midnight and dawn


as the texture of you
begins the pale
to nothing 


as each lift of the brush,
and every dab erased you
from the canvas of my life,
I realize,
I am overpainting each
and every particle
of you


I meditate on the good
but with regret I forget,
for in the remembering
burns a nothingness


I remix the colour
with a rainbows spray,
and I fill the void
where you once stood


too long

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S.G. Blue Apr 11, 2013

Alcatraz Woman

Blue glass tiles measure dignity
being taken by rough hands
in one inch
by one inch
pieces.

Lay still.
Pinned under a dingy, double pane window
he hovers heavy.
He is the moon’s nemesis;
stealing all its glorious glow and leaving only darkness.

In the shadows he delivers his own dingy double pain,
forces it upon me.
Inside she.

Wide eyed and mouth agape.
Gasping, disbelieving
shallow rhythmic breathing.

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Geremia Apr 11, 2013

FLEUVES-UPDATE [French-English]

FLEUVES

Je suis un fleuve qui court
frénetique
comme un forcené fou
poursuivi
par ma propre folie
emporté par les vents
vers l'ínconnu
profond et noir
avalé comme une goutte
de rien
dans l'Océan
qui m' attend

RIVERS

I am a river flowing
frenetic
like a madman
cursed to flee
by his own madness
taken by winds
towards the Ocean
deep and black
a drop of nothing
swallowed
into a raging sea.

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Nordic cloud Apr 11, 2013

LOVE TOUCHES THE QUICK

When love touches the quick
of heart and muscle,
steers the mind
with seeming magical chemicals
that intoxicate the brain,
upsets the normal balance,
calm and sane,
this is the spark of creative fire,
that frees the phoenix of desire
and set all senses ablaze,
in psychedelic dances of physique,
like those myriads of semen, when let lose,
seek their way in desperation,
find their goal,
hell bent on achieving pure euphoria.

KA
Kwabena Agyare Apr 11, 2013

Our Daughter Returns from "no return"

"For they that carried us away captive required of us a song and they that wasted

us required of us mirth,saying sing us one of the songs of Zion"
Psalm 137:3 (KJV)

We kiss the sole of history
and sing an ode to the cast-iron "no return""conduit
as we bethink junctures of old -

The hand of despotism decreed;
lives were to be crushed,here in the dungeon
Our own betrayed us with a Judas kiss
and handed us over to the canines of the masters

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loved Apr 10, 2013

The Iron Lady: Margaret Thatcher

I wonder if anyone had forecast
her passing away...
to my mind thoughts continued to come
should I or should I not
compose a poem

and

Mark Antony came to mind
in Julius Caesar he hath said...
as Brutus must have

Here I come not to praise Caesar
but to bury him...

we must all leave our
differences and idiosyncrasies behind
after one has gone...

we all become equal bones...
devoid of flesh

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Geezer Apr 10, 2013

Yang and Yin...

The Golden Dragon of the Sun
chases his brother from the night

Through the hallowed heavens they race
It is more like play than it is fight

The scales of each fall from the sky
Silver scratches on ebon’ sheet

Amazing to our humble eyes
This delicious, wondrous treat

Black Dragon of the velvet night
pushes the moon across the sky

Keeps the silver disk from falling
making sure it’s high and dry

Golden Dragon of the burnished day
blows fire and warms the field

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Josephus Apr 10, 2013

Morning

Silently she sleeps.
Arms outstretched in random fashion.
Body innocent in naked frankness.
Hair, rich golden billows, cloak her pillow.
A smile. face calm. Eyes gently closed.
Breasts rise in time to easy breaths.
Sun, filtered through lazy leaves from
Old oak trees, envelopes her and plays
shadow games on her demerara skin.
I trace her wondrous lines.
She mews and purrs
And softly moves to bring my hands
to play where her body needs they be.
My finger’s tips are gentle, slow and soft

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Seren Apr 10, 2013

Chinadoll

I remember your hands

and their journeys

firm and sure

they planed my hips

smoothing thighs

to abandonment

 

you touched my eyes

asleep

as if you could see

the visions of want

in my dream

rimming my lips of the taste

lingering from my last meal,

(sometimes you)

 

your hands haunt me

like ghosts of themselves

where once, you would need

to feel the pressure of us

 

now,

you pick me up like fine china

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Geremia Apr 09, 2013

When Johnny Comes Marching Home

WHEN JOHNNY COMES
MARCHING HOME

And the troops
came marching home
in files of six and seven
raking
the city streets
like a razor's edge.
And when they passed
four turned their head
the ones on the end
stared straight ahead

The war was over
and the living marched
side by side
with the dead
and Johnny came home
again.