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Questioning

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Warm and naked
In my darkened room
My feminine softness casually at rest
Across the soft quilting of my bed
Curtains open to the night sky
I contemplate the relativity
Of distance

Inches to the map
Hours to the travel
Days to the calendar
It’s all infinity to the spirit

That would happily trade
The cooling breeze of the fan
Across my body
For the feel of a someone’s
Heated breath
Across my cheek

The slightest of frowns
Crease my brow in fear
As my head questions
All of the unknowns
While gently splayed fingers lay
Between my breasts in hope
As my spirit wonders
In all of the what ifs

I stare at Luna
Thinking how easy it would be
To turn this into something
Of the purely physical realm
But somehow I know
My questions and wonders
Will be answered in its own time
For what was touched is beyond
What the physical can reach

And in a rare act of mercy
Luna lets
My heavily lidded
Eyes fall
Dreaming
Instead of questioning
The potential
Spark

Another Chance

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Oh my love, no, give not into these fears,
Know ‘tis naught but love in this heart that sears
My words do not flow as a poet’s would
I concede I don’t speak them as oft as I should
Yet my feelings for you are very much there
Let not jealous tongues cause doubts of my care

Mistaken was I to take it for granted
‘Tis now I see how your views were slanted
Say you will give me the honor of thus
Aye, I will prove there’s a chance for us
Come my love; please, let me start fresh, anew
From this dearth to an abundance true

Of always showing the passion I hold for you within
Love, never will you have cause for such qualms again

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Summanus

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Imagine I am Summanus

Thunder god of night

Full of dark promise

And surprise

Lingering in moonlight

Touching you

There

Reaching out with

Diaphanous fingers

Taking you to me

Let me gather you in

Gossamer arms

And hold you tight

Let my star-streaked tongue

Wax and wane

In supple poses

Over the blossom of you

And lick clean the soul

Of your body

Let my moon-body

Take yours

Mold the white heat

Of your passions

And form stars

Let me teach you

To suckle

The flow of the galaxies

from within in

For sustenance

You have known yearning

Known need

Known the hot darkness

Breeding fire inside

Let the chaos

Come

Our joining

Personified in

Aurora and comets

But first

Right now

Let me touch

The life at your lips

And hungrily kiss you

Into my eternity

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Of Plans And Raivenne

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Plans change and now my day is free
To vegetate?
No not
I.

Shades await this
bluest
sky.

I must enjoy
This gift,
Bye!

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Yes, another Zeno poem (Ten lines with the syllable count: 8/4/2/1/4/2/1/4/2/1 and a rhyme scheme: a/b/c/d/e/f/d/g/h/d). Because the day is too beautiful to stay in for anything verbose.

Enjoy your weekend folks – I’m outta here!

As I Stand Here By The Sea

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I hear Mama calling me,
As I stand here by the sea

The tides lap at me mockingly,
They flow and ebb and go so free.
The seashells call Come look. Come see.
They know here’s where I want to be.

The sand squishes between my toes
Locking me there because it knows,
Though I’m still held within its throes
The time grows nigh before I goes.

Though I hear Mama calling me,
I still stand here by the sea

How was this love aquatic cast?
Was I a mermaid in lives past?
I step in more, to make it last,
For it lulls me, these waters vast.

Slowly the sun starts its descent
Bright seas turn dark in increments,
Giving me more now to lament
And finally I do relent.

For I hear Mama calling me,
As I stand here by the sea.

The time has come to let it be.

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dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: New view for you
Write a poem based on a photograph.

They Won

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She locks them down deep in her heart
The pains that are much to hard to bear
Not knowing pains are living things
They too have a need of air

She paces back and forth
As her soul rips at the seams
The pains try to find a voice
But she suppress the urge to scream

The pains search in vain
Desperate for way to be heard
But not computer, pen or paper
Is touched to give her pains words

But pains are a force of nature
Pains finds a way to succeed
As she picks up a straight razor
And in little cuts starts to bleed

And but for a short moment
The pains do ease inside
Covers the cuts in long sleeves
A whole new way to hide

For days, weeks, months, on end
She and her pains do this odd dance
She suppressing the cuts of evidence
As pains sneak out when they gets the chance

And all the lies rapidly collected
To give her scars a blame
Only cuts deeper than the physical cuts
That can’t quell her personal shame

She refused to reach out
To those offering her their hand
But she just wasn’t ready
Wasn’t prepared to understand

That to accept help was not a weakness
On the strong who reach out survive
But in her head only pains say she’s living
That only the pains keep her alive

Over a year on a late summer night
The clock ticks about a quarter to four
And finds that’s she’s still cutting
Alone on the bathroom floor

And for the first time she sees her arms
The crisscrossing along her inner thighs
The fresh blood trickling from her wrist
And for the first time she truly cries

The avoided mirror reflects all her hurts
Only as painful as the eyes can see
At last her pains have found a voice
And now owned will not let her be

It suddenly felt like so many hands were on her
More than what could possibly be real
It was heart reaching out to all who touched her
Desperate for a chance to finally heal

For the heart’s not made to hold pain for so long
And her pains no longer had the patience to wait
Freed at last it gushed through every avenue
She’d finally reached out, but it was too late

"THEY WON" carved into an arm.

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No Name Yet

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Standing by the river of time
Each wave lap is second’s chime
Don’t really know if it’s coming or going
Just know that time is steadily flowing
By my feet rooted to this dirty shore
Comprised of tiles from my bathroom floor

And I know if I could put name to my fear,
I could find myself a way out of here

The sun will rise and the sun will set
And my fear – has no name yet

Feels like minutes, hours, days, weeks and years
Before I realize the river’s my own tears
Can almost feel the peace that I’ve sought
But the noise of the world just clouds my thought
Just need a moment to talk to the spirit
Ask for an answer and be able to hear it

If I can form the question to the Power that Be,
I know somehow the answer will set me free

The sun will rise and the sun will set
But my question – has no name yet

Trying to be the one voice among the chatter
Only to find out that it just doesn’t matter
We see the words that we did not say
Then close our eyes hear them anyway
Feels like we’re reading the thoughts of the mindless
Or looking at the world through another’s blindness
Reaching out to those who’d love to avoid us
Who else to blame for the mental coitus?

I’ve been standing here for oh so long,
the world goes on with the same old song

The sun will rise and the sun will set
And the song – has no name yet

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NaPoWriMo — Day Is Done…

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Time is oh so fleeting
Shorter than a sheep’s bleating
Many days in the sun, can still feel like none
Whether the grays are yearned
Or eventually earned
It takes years, some of fright some of fun
And we pray some will smile
For what’s left of their while
As Taps draws their tears, when “Day is done”.

NaPoWriMo — Thinking of You

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I stare out my window, crying soft in the night
Am I wrong to want you still? Don’t know – am I right?
Thinking over, yet again, what would I exchange?
Of all this I still know, not a thing would have changed
You and I, an explosive pair, completely blew
In a flash, our forever, was finally through
Sleepless yet again, I know, this is my penance
Solitude at night, for me, holds naught but menace

NaPoWrMo — What If?

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What if this fall of silence is as we portend?
Our cheetah lives left not much for the love
We tended to at such a slow caterpillar pace
That which was so fluid, has now grown stiff.

What if it’s lost in the daily push and shove?
Is it worth the time we give to this to exert?
The joy what time has washed away from us
These stolen moments with you do not replace

What if all that’s left is only that which can hurt?
And we’re too scared to escape this devil’s dance
For we haven’t given us a fair chance hence
For this to be the be all-end all of this litmus

What if this is our last and final chance?
Do we have what it takes to Loki’s face scoff?
When we choose to stare at separate walls
Than face each other in the quiet morning’s province

What if this love is a yarn of Cupid’s day off?
Can we just let it go – without a word?
Whose fault does it become it be then?
The nitty-gritty is do we fight or do we fall?

What if we’re at the crossroads of some lyrics I once heard?
‘Each new beginning is some other beginning’s end’
But what if it’s much too soon for all these “what ifs”
To spring to life as the keepsake “what could have been”