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docmaverick Jul 27, 2007

Breathless

Give me several million hours

and I wouldn’t have a clue,

how to write down in that time

all I love about you.

Give me a rainbow of colors

and bring the paint by the cart,

and there wouldn’t be enough paint

to capture the love in my heart.

Take all the angel’s voices

singing out in unison,

and the song would be for you

and would never be quite done.

For if you give me one look

or one smile, or a glance,

that’s all it takes for my heart

to flourish and to dance!

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docmaverick Jul 27, 2007

I Am Free

These times would be lazy

if things weren’t so crazy

and I wasn’t longing for you,

but, that’s it for these days

I’m living my bachelor ways

and moanin’, for all I’m going through.

 

Life’s a big circus

and I find no purpose,

in paying for standing in line;

it’s just that I’m only

not happy I’m lonely

I hope I don’t run out of time.

 

I’m feeling stupid

just waiting for cupid,

to shoot a love arrow at me;

as I wait for the day

my heart wastes away

O
orgami Jul 27, 2007

sub hero's

throw on that ragged camel hair jacket and head out

wind throwing snow in my night-face

fingers digging for spare change for the bistro

"aha!"  i feel that silken smooth luxury of money

 

lurid plows thunder past throwing slush like

great pawing bison

my socks are soaked but im delighted and happy

my shirt stale my pants need hemming

BUT who cares!!  I am a RICH MAN

 

such sweet chocolate eyes

she takes my crumpled note and drops

change like burning stones into my fingers

E
el_rochy Jul 26, 2007

mirror slipper

there’s something about last night i can’t remember

it’s something to do with a mirror, a slipper and going up the stairs

i logged the lines poorly

i gave you the only heart shaped flavour in the box

you thought it was a sign

i found the wrapper in the drain

wondered should i flush it, drown it or chuck it

 

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docmaverick Jul 26, 2007

Half

Completing half the needed schooling

or doing only half the work,

paying only half the total

of the bill, to the sales clerk;

using only half a map

with which to travel by,

these half measure you could do,

but of course, they wouldn’t fly.

Exerting only half the effort

to make a relationship complete,

only speaking in half sentences

or only crossing half the street;

signing only half your signature

or ordering half a piece of pie,

these half measures you could do

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docmaverick Jul 26, 2007

Harness the Wind

If I could only dance with you

we’d dance both day and night,

if I could soothe your soul

I’d make everything all right.

If I could sing you a song of love

I’d sing it over, and over again,

and if I could capture your heart

I would harness the wind.

If you were cold and needed warmth

I would be your fire,

I would quench your passion

by being your one desire;

and I’d do anything for you,

you are my best friend,

if I could share my love with you,

I’m sure I could harness the wind.

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docmaverick Jul 26, 2007

Cat-Like

When I was young I had cat-like moves,

was relentless, and had no fears;

now, all that identifies me with a cat,

is the hair growing out of my ears!

I’m old, and gray, and I’ve lost my strut,

I’m not quite what I used to be;

though I’ve mellowed with age, and my eyes have dimmed,

that isn’t what’s troubling me.

Now, I’m quite aware of my surroundings,

I know what side my bread’s buttered on;

I just can’t remember the total

of lives lost, before nine are gone!

I’ll tell you what finally consoles me,

Q
Quillsvein1 Jul 26, 2007

My Rubber Combat Girl (revised)

She had offered a ring, pressed close in passion’s heat against the birthmark beneath my temple known only to us. The proposal had been a long time coming; if it was hasty, I reasoned, so be it.  Suggesting a honeymoon near her home in a cozy landfill where birds had grown quiet with rain and oil, I hesitated. "The place where time sleeps," she said dangling a mistletoe of white tree shrubs over my head, ringing silver powder and bursting caches of hot moonlight. Drawing closer, we embraced: a body as firm, supple steel.

W
wellbelove Jul 26, 2007

6.20am


As I fall asleep
Within the crush of my dream
The clouds that broke this morning
Gently disappear.

 
I tiptoe through the shattered thunder
That lies scattered across the floor
Unlike so much that has drifted past
It can worry me no more.

 
The memories caught in a hurricane
Replaying all my yesterdays
I think of the fortunate few
Who can smile as they view.

LC
Lenny of Cohen Jul 26, 2007

Succulent

such succulent flesh
well flavoured
by the days sweat

invites me to explore
and lose myself
in the beauty and wealth
which emanate
from the core of your being

soon I’ll be clothed
in the bliss
ordained upon me
the richness
of your sex

waves of orgasm
crash their
erotic pain upon
my willing skin
I am a wanting
victim
in search of endless
flesh and pleasure

(C)2007.26.7. Lenny Gazbowski