Silence

Interminable lines

Threaten 

The little peace that might

Reside...

Red tape

Banks and health centres

And also to get on

The big wheel...

A drop of sweat

Runs down my spine

And I make a try

As I bide my time

And I see their lives

Procrastinating

Like mine

Longing for a turn

Without a smile

Unable to enjoy anyone’s  sympathy

Not even mine.

.

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posted for OSW

Image: The queue to see the end of the crisis’ by elsilencio

Bloody Hell

Everything is on top

On top of everything.

I would like to write about

Something really deep

As this out of beat breathes...

After hearing

about missiles here

and nuclear disasters there...

And all the support

our hearts can launch

to theirs

won’t reduce their devastation

in the least

and the pain they experience

and the fear and desperation

I can share in total confusion

Total helplessness

At awe- we are at awe.

How appalling life can get to be

On top of the previous ones

This time Earth spoke its mind!

And that could be me

and my siblings

And on top of all that

The unchangeable reality

On top of everything

More things, more debris

More bloody hell.

 Image by Evita Aslanidou

Getting On

Too long away...

I am not waiting

I am just hoping

That the train is a nice place

To stay maybe even sway

Either way

Can take the whole day

I don’t care about destinations

Nowhere is as good a place

As whichever

I just want to sit

Make myself comfortable

Might be going

  north or east

I can always come back

  south or west

My only quest

   to get on that train.

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sweet see you later

 I’ve created a new blog, My Duality, which you are all so welcome to visit and follow; but please, don’t feel obliged to.

I leave this

my sweet

 warm home
for a while

With a few salty tears

and a saddy kind of fear

To move out

Into a new

 still to-be- furnished house

no garden yet

but flowers to get

So full of new ideas

Expectations

All brand new

Yes

But there's something

that special stuff

I cannot get rid of

No matter what

Which
I like it or not

Will come with me

Till the end of my short time.

:-)

Dulce 

My Bouquet

A huge bouquet of deep red

Velvet roses,
What A shame,

I won’t get.
-

A  box  of varied and delicious

Swiss chocolates

Am afraid,
I won’t get.
-

A passionate good morning kiss

I won’t get

I won’t give.
Might though need .

But I’ll go and see

And buy them

For myself

After a loving smile
And a smirk

At my sight

In the mirror...

♥
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Oceans Of Love

Trying to find the perfect

Million excuses

Not to love you.

and you get twice

as many

to.

The land has disappeared

My eyes wide open

Cannot believe

How,

when was it

I got on board…

You give me

this sweetest comfort

How could I resist

Your caress

Your bliss

 Swinging in your fantasy

How could I resist

Such harmony

You shut up my jealousy

Sweetheart

It’s only you I do.

I love you

I love you too.

And I become all yours

As you are all mine

And the sea becomes so flat

We could walk

 hand in hand

Around 

and on

All the oceans

of life.

♥

Image 'Follow Your Heart by Amanda Cass______________________________________________________

As I've lost my inspiration I ve decided to recycle and improve (?) this poem, a version of one I wrote last August, titled Our Boat. I needed to post something for St Valentine's and One Shot Poetry has invited us to, so, hey -Happy Weekend and 
joyful Valentine's Day!!!

Bittersweet Indisposition

I lost my inspiration

Where am I going to find it?

I lost it while looking up

At that moon

And because of you

Sounds like

a good excuse.

 

Sweeping away the clouds

Searching in a flower

Or the annoying fly

Or the analogy of lying

 

Sleeping

Dreaming

Loving

Trying

Same old story

 

Lost my inspiration

Ideas in juxtaposition

Let down by

This weird unambition.

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IMAGE: Young Woman Writing a Letter (detail), from a poster for Encre Marquet by Eugene Grasset, 1892.

Zephyr

And

Sister moon

Half ring shaped

Pointing up

The Universe

Brings to me

A mysterious

Eastern zephyr…

It’s not

Summer night

Not witches night

But that puzzling breeze

Touched my skin

Indoors

Windows closed.

نسيم الشرقية

Image:"Touching the ephemeral" - from "Whispers" series’ Canvas Print by dorina costras

A Short Distance

Lots remain

Undone

Since I am not

In a hurry

My head

Pointlessly

Going into

The future…

It’s cold.

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Image: ‘ophelia 1’ Canvas Print by dawne polis

That Lover

 Just the rhythm of our souls
...

I’ll be your sun

Even though the day is done.

This is here for eternity.

You are so delicate

I am so fragile.

We bathe in moistened

Pure water,

Fragrant oils...

This togetherness

All of a sudden

This spring

This warmth.

No need to prove

We love each other

One more than the other.

When you touch me

I am filled

And words need not

To be uttered

But, do, please

Whisper it again.