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Leathers In The Night

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She walks in leathers in the night
Mine until dawn’s rays are spun
Her smile holds chills, not warmth of sun

Her stance is bold, a thrilling sight
Trapped in her gaze, mind in a daze
A sham I pose, to give her fight

I brace myself when whip is spun,
Her leathers whisper in the night…

The leather whips hard in the night
Stung with the strike of the first one
I writhe in joy, I am undone

And when sated, she’s gone from sight
Strange in her ways, she never stays
There is no wrong, there is no right

Just memories I can’t outrun
And hints of leather in the night

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Double Challenge:

One Stop Poetry:
One Stop Monday Form – High Octains

One Shot Wednesday:
One Shot Wednesday – Week 47 Entry

Two Taps

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My job is thus: this terror end
It’s not for a purpose, higher
nor a matter of my desire

Though there are those I will offend
Pure steel my nerve, for whom I serve
A decade’s span, this tale to rend

The choice was death, I take aim – fire
Two taps I’m done: this terror ends…?

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Written for One Stop Poetry:
One Stop Monday Form – Octains

Look At Her

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Adipositivity image

Look at her…

A sea of creamy alabaster,
in quiet repose.

Sunlight dances along her features,
rays pirouette to touch her

Here!
The curve of her soft chin
As she raises her head to bask
in Sol’s warmth

No here!
On wonderfully cushioned arms
A comfort that can lull the most active mind
to quite solitude

No there!
Wrapping around her thighs,
so thick, supple, inviting
even as it protects there

Ah, there…
There even the light respects
the concealed yielding
that should always be
a tender secret

Beauty that would make
the likes of Reubens or Botero
simply wail in the dismal failure
to capture such

And I am blessed
blessed with the pleasure
to gaze upon her
to simply

Look at her…

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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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Winner! "The Perfect Poet Award 4 Poets" Week 43

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”.

Life, Chance, Death, Pain, Faith

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LIFE
living
existence

one day at a time
for the rest of your time
trying to be at one’s best

‘because the alternative sucks’

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CHANCE
fortune
in fate’s hand

opportunity
it’s not in your control
what turns the wheel, guides the die

‘life, the moment your eyes open’

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DEATH
finite
infinite

it is what it is
for as long as we’re here
It’s not as long as we’re gone

‘it is the great equalizer’

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PAIN
anguish
agony

in body or soul
and oftentimes in both
you bear the unbearable

‘it’s what lets you know you’re alive’

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FAITH
belief
conviction

the ultimate trust
is the substance of hope
evidence of things not seen

‘all that I have left in me now’

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Today’s Form: Clarity Pyramid

dVerse ~ Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight : Week 83

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”