Soft Love

Such is the rainbow
Not a dream.

He asks her to forgive
His temporary absence
His sudden grieve.

And he kisses her cry
With such concern
Such heed, so precise.

His lips so sweet
Go slowly down
Towards her knees
How he loves that inside
That between...

That she cannot understand
Perhaps
Because she does not see
As he tastes
But  she feels….
And titillates.

Such is his charm
Not a dream.

That’s when her cry
Becomes her smile
His veneration
So kind,
So alive
They could die
And would not mind.

That’s when they celebrate
Their harmony,

Their peace:
Immortality.

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   Some time, long ago, I posted this love poem which I now share again and recall… 
   I’ve added that new gadget to my sidebar ‘Most Popular’, which means not most commented, but most visited… Wonder why.

   This is not one of them. At the time it got 32 comments (and none was mine). It was then titled ‘Romantic’.

Thanks for reading and sometimes commenting. See you!


Dulce

Some Times

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When the light becomes mist
And these eyes cannot perceive.

When that voice

just a sound is
And his words are

but laments.

When waking up is

again dying

And that groove in the stomach
Turns off any glow for hope.
.

It’s then,
when,
Some times...

Smiling afflicts the soul,
Because it is cheating her.
.

It’s then,
when,
Some times...

Breathing becomes eternal
And the candle will not start
Because I am wetting it

With tears of ingratitude.

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Killing Time’Mounted Print by Alisa Gonzalez

Let Us

Naked
in pride
Beneath the music

Let’s
 fall upon our backs
Until the new blooms
Return
 
Let’s...
And dance
And not move
Beneath the music.

 Hands in chests.

Let’s...
With the nightingales
That declare and admit
 they fly -like I.
And on branches rest
To place a new  nest.

Let’s...
Beneath the music…

For
There is nothing else to live
But this

And the chain,
That joins the clock
To the hours,
Will break.

Let’s...

Today

For yesterday is too late.

_________________________________________posted for d'Verse Poets Pub

Back Down To Black

Again the monsters

Invading your dim night

Where no moon or stars

Getting down too deep

So deep that your feet

Buried in the mud

Cannot find a way up

Back to black

One more time

The bright light is there

But life’s too unfair

Maybe later

All you, go, fuck

This girl needs some more fun

While she can

Fun? What’s that?

Spending the night

down here

Sunk in my gut

Dark marsh.

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My tribute to the sweetest VOICE


R.I.P. --Amy

Back To Black
Maybe this time
White.

 

This Owlet

You screech all night long

From dusk to dawn.

Taking over

which your nest is not.

Seems I am your prey

Despite all those mice I gave.

You try to camouflage

 stealthily moving through the dark.

 I hear every movement you make

From miles far and high away.

Stop screeching, you,

And spread those wings ajar

Having now the same feathers

You and I...

Little Night Bird,

When will you learn to rest

   On your own perch?

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Owl by Jürgen Grafe

Get Out

There's still time

 Don’t give in…
Time…
To reach out and

   again begin.

Accept your shadows,
    Bury your fears,
Release all burdens,
    Take up the flight.

Do not give up

    for this is life.

Continue the journey,
Pursue your dreams,
Unlock time,
Swim in the sky.

Don’t  give up, please do not
Although the cold burns,
    and the fear hurts.
Although the sun is hidden,
    and the wind does not blow,
There's still fire in your soul
    Verve in your dreams.

A new breeze to breathe…

Because life is yours and so is that desire
Because there is wine and there are roses.
Because there are no wounds

 which time cannot heal.

Open doors
Remove bolts,
Leaving only the walls that protect you.

Live life and accept challenges
    Bring back your laughter,
Hum and sing a song,
    Loosen your passion
Unfold your wings
    And try again.

Celebrate this instant and return to heaven.

Because this is the time and the best time, the only time.
Because you're not alone, because I love you.

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 Translated and adapted from Mario Benedetti’s No Te Rindas

Image Just Keep Swimming, author unknown 

 

Countdown

Yes, I am so selfish

But I’ll be there

While you count every second

Breathing some new hope

You know it's all  lost

So do I, so will I

And I’ll be there

Living your life through me

But your pain

Does not hurt the same

In my head, my bones, my lungs

I’m selfish

But I’ll be there

And as you count your last minutes

I look at my watch

Longing to go

Play another show

Abandoning  you there

Trying to quit for a while

I surrender

Am so selfish, yes

And whilst anywhere

I’ll be there

Counting the hours

For you to leave this world

You forgot it all

I have not.

I’m so selfish

I’m still there.

__________________________________________________The Tenth Daughter of Memory

Traveller. by *angelreich

 

Empty?

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Nothing in that sack

You fool.

Thinking it is full.

You  are naked

As when born,

As when gone.

Where you go

What you do

That's all:

You. 

Just step on

Tightly.

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Materia: Earth’ Canvas Print by Patricia Ariel

 dVerse Poets Pub opens up today, a place to share your poetry, meet friends, receive feedback and get inspired…Have a go!

 

flow tears flow

Certain pieces of music
Always bring tears to her eyes

Even and

Especially

When some intense happiness
Is all around... 

Not because
The reminder is anyone
Or anything in particular
In fact, apparently
No reminder at all

That would come later on

It’s because that music
Literally
Moves her soul

And when that happens
She cannot help it
But cry
A huge world
Of inner agitation
Arises, and as she cries
She cries on... 

And thoughts about
All the reasons
Why she’s cried
In all her life so long
Begin to flow.

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The best EXAMPLE, ever.

Poem>  First written and posted  on Nov 1^st 2009, then  titled " When She Cries"

Image* dancer * by franzi

Another today

Today this I might

Feel like that queen

Sea-born

Night-loving

Most desired.

Apparent and unseen

I might right now

Feel gold crowned

Illustrious

Lustrous nails

Laughter-loving

Most desired.

By even those…

Reverent minds

Persuading

The most inclined

And also the least sharp.

So I’d be

Aphrodite

Encircling it all

Joined to harmony

For life.

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Image by redbubble.com

today

what once was

once again will be

and those who were will be again

and the things we do

and are around us

 are the same they used to be

and will be again

kissing, observing, caressing

with the same mouths, the same hands

all we have to do is look to understand

walking the same path

 traced

foreseen

 millions of years ago

and from now on.

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Paltry

Beyond belief?

There he was

Through the glass I saw

He looked at me

But did he see?

I blushed and to smile

 I tried

Adrenalin motionless

And I felt oblivious to his eyes

As to the other  guys’

How come

I did not give a damn?

Focused on my nails...

Needing  filing.

And perhaps

Polishing as well…

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Young Woman Walking Throu, The Guandian

transition

And as the ivy grows

So do my words

And so they tangle

And ramble

As I find myself sitting

By his side

Not far away but

Looking at the way

Having so little to say

Except for

Hey

I keep missing you

Mate.

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Gluttony

Only when you go to sleep

Will this need to eat and drink cease...

And as you dream

You’ll want it all

You’ll want much more.

Your mouth,

A door to hell and paradise.

And you realize

Your vigilance

Your sobriety

Your self-control is now

Ruined and extinct.

Grievous disgust and guilt.

And you call pig the one in the mirror

Craving to get rid of an anxiety

Which you forgot how long ago...

An anxiety

Which no love or sport

      will ever call off...

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‘Spinderella Soap: Frogs Legs For Dinner’ Mounted Print by Minaz Jantz

Acedia

Why cry?

Tears left home long ago

Why cry?

I need to close myself up

Unaware that’s where I am

Need to go away, escape

Unaware I am already there

Yet this feeling

This numbness follows me

Far and wide

Why cry?

Can’t walk and if I do

My heart weighs so

Bearing this melancholic strain

Isolation and alienation, my friends

Why cry?

No matter how much the bells toll

Or just because

Reminding me my life will also

Soon be concluded.

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Woman on The Wall by Linda Gregory