Knight-What

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Back’s the knight
Hiding his sword
..

 On his face
      that smile...
To his feet...
      I’ve come down.
.
He insists

Exists!

-.
Tedious, fatiguing return
          To my mind…
..
Back’s the knight
         And I resist ...

Saw him kissing me 
Aroused by his whispering...
..
Why does he persist?
   Should make a list...
.,,
Off’s the knight…
Exertion and time:
                 Wasted.


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Infatuation

Female Nude at Rest by Roz McQuillan

.

.

This is the colour you needed

To feel the season complete

It has talked to me again

While I scribble…

Wondering

If you think you know

And have realized,

That I know

Have already realized,

That you think 
You think
You know me

While I scribble...

You stole my perfume

And I reread your scribbles

To find a reason for this:

Could have another name, but

We call it

Love

Trying to get a hint

Is it a gift?

Something is positively

 Going on

While I scribble...

In my mind 

About this..

Our infatuation.

.

.

Flowing down

Separation by Andromena Mirtle

With this yellow rose petal

I caress my closed eyes
...

A smile

Small

Smell
...

While a water drop

Gently flows 
down

 ...

Outside

My window...

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Trying Hard

Soul in Cage by Manolya F.

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I’ve been loving you

All day...

Because of all the hatred

Which causes in me

Whatever is

Enough

For a broken soul.

.

Once more

Inside the whirlwind

Trying to find the good reasons

To love you

Or not.

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LONG HOURS

Oscar Wilde once wrote that loving oneself is the beginning of an eternal love story...

 

After Laundry by Falbanka

In the long hours

Of my isolation

Solitude

 Back to reading

Pick up Neruda’s

A way that used to be

So short does it take

The loving

So long

The forgetting

So as not to fall

Or feel apart

First might

 nothing have ever joined us

You and I

And in that kiss

You got to know

All I had never told you

And now that I’ve reached this near

My self

Here

Where I can’t figure

Might these be

The sweetest

Or perhaps the most bitter

Of my longer hours.

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TAKING OFF HELL…

Michael Critchley

Pen in hand...

What will it be about

This time?

...Collecting moments of guilt

Giving myself the chance

To forgive that past

Which has made my body

So fragile

What the hell...

Looking at these beautiful hands

Of mine

I go...

To hell with shells

And I get off my scarf

For it’s hot

Too hot

A heat that burns in my cheeks

Must be that hell in me…

And I see her in the mirror

And instead of a bow

Or a WOW

I cry out loud

What the hell!

And I get into this warm bath

Lit candles and all that

And breathe
In

My sweet company

And

Out

All that 

Empty crowd.

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Love...Eagerly Wishing

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Eagerly wishing...

That our souls cross eternity

And once there

Darkness settles afar

And the time we spend together

                                  Is timeless

And the room we occupy

                                 Has no place

And the so down-to-earth prejudices

                                 Ridiculous

You installed your heart in mine

As if a sacred secret

     No dreams are allowed

     No more suffering in silence

     No fantasies in sunshine

 

And we don’t need to ask each other

About how much is it you love me

Or

I love you

Our eagerness and wishes

                  All about…

New Spirits

the girl with the dandelion hair by franzi

Words search any way

Whichever

To come out

.

This scene I can beautify

Still a little bit more

With the help of the voices I hear

Singing their soul out

 .

This mystery I can purify

But all the thoughts

Talking in my head

All at a time

Get no escape
.

This simulation I can dignify

By trying once and again

To hold on to myself

 Self-pity or revenge

When I disappear for two

Maybe three days

.

I travel with ghosts

Whose bad intentions

 Make this one

A new spirit of perfection

And laments fly

In the sky

No redemption.

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Taking part in One Shot Wednesday

Feather Kiss

 

It’s the colour 
of my smile

In a dream of 
softened light
...

...
It’s feathers

Silky

So gentle and smooth

Soothing 

Subtly stroking my chin

My cheeks, then 

My lips

And I wake up

To find you here

Caressing me there

With your mild
Sweet
Fingertips.

..........

Thus, He Tells...

The Butterfly Bringer, by Lee Anne Kortus

He is as old as the mountains

All bones and skin

                   But in his eyes you can see

                     He is ageless, actually.

Can’t remember the last time

He had a look at a mirror

Only, ever since

                         It started to lie back at him

For, while his body followed its route

                                                  His wisdom took another

                                            High up 

                                        Beyond those mountains

And he does as he likes

When he likes

No commitments

           Except for himself

No rush

                          Except to slow down

And wherever he stops and sits

There’s always 

           a bird, a butterfly

            a tree, a child

                   to listen to 

His magic

Timeless

                                                          Never ending stories

Thus, he tells….

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