by James Marshall Goff |
Grandpa's Fishing Hat
hope and joy
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....... Jesus Christ
by James Fraser |
hope, love, passion, places
Good morning to you
On this lovely day
Independence is the word
If i may say
I wish i was there
To share with you
A kiss on your cheek
And say how do you do
Take you to lunch
Spend the day
In the warm sunshine
The American way
In the evening we will fish
As hunter gatherers do
Play some music
A dance for two
Into the night
As the owls hoot
In our birthday suits
Dried and refreshed
A nightcap for two
As we lie on the bed
Just me and you
But the toll of the day
Tires us so
With your head on my chest
We fall into dreamy flow
by Joyce Johnson |
She let the door bang when she entered these pages
so all would know she was here.
She signed her pen name as Poet Destroyer.
We soon came to call her P.D.
She wanders these pages making kind comments,
runs contests that are easy and fun.
She judges and praises the winners,
and does it all over again.
P.D. has won our hearts
and we love her.
She comes in the night
leaving notes like mom used to do.
When she gets to know us
she signs her real name
Linda suits her much better
Written 5/10/ 13
For contest “Appreciation” (for p.d.)
by Annabelle Jane |
Yours is a beautiful silhouette.
One I've learnt to recognise,
One I've come to love.
Your form, each detail,
Committed to memory.
Sight suits for now, but
One day, I will know you by
by arthur vaso |
age, angst, birth, childhood, life,
Sap has run dry
Time for me to die
My smile has run away
On the horse of my childhood
Spring will be no more
A season beyond my grasp
Life has fluttered away
Wasted moments, in lines
Gluttonous desires have filled me
With veins of death
No love to hold
No life I am told
Voices dancing in my head
Sweet words after I am dead
Ravens and crows all in black
Line up behind the vultures in suits
The last song, whispers her sad melody
As a silent ghost comes along
To witness my demise
Kissing the cold grey stone
Beholden to dreary skies
As I rest among the rodents and flies
by Joe Flach |
break up, life, lost love,
The walk-in closets were such a big hit,
They made this apartment, one she couldn’t resist
We moved in together on a New Year’s Eve
Christening each room, watching the old year leave
As the years passed by, the closets grew full
Dresses and skirts and sweaters of wool
Shoes and suits, of the womanly kind
You had to go to the guest room for my clothes to find
Now they sit empty, with just a hangar or two
A cavernous symbol for a love that is through
I turn off the lights and lock the front door
Those walk-in closets we’ll use never more
by Seren Roberts |
I have to go I cannot stay
there are men in suits taking me away
they think I broke into a bank's vault
as if I would, or could, too thick for that.
I leave you love and memories galore
there is one thing would like you to note
teddy looks like he's busting out of his coat
put on weight these past few days
must be the paper diet he's been on i'd say.
be good my darlings while I am away
think of me when all is done.
live life,be happy,most of all have fun.
by Ricky Muse |
I removed her clothes with my eyes again
she smiled then discretely leafed through my mind
our warm heartbeats tolling in unison
the sunset accents this moment sublime
small talk became a petulant old bore
wrong and right took flight like the bird of prey
suits of bone and flesh fresh from the tailor
deep lust peers through a scope then fires away
the footprints on the ceiling can’t be true
this joyous toil leaves morality soiled
a night to remember yet days to rue
hinges, springs, and minds all in need of oil
our passion travels at the speed of thought
reveal secrets to a sole I think naught
by Debra Mo |
Gallant eyes, Bold, they say
Made up of love and life
And they shine like little emeralds
Covered in the safety of her long eye brows
Then there’s her hair, long, hard,
Braided and held atop of her head
Just like a little African queen
They call it mosodo, nature calls it beauty
And she calls it defense,
Double, double toil and trouble
The root of her strength,
Then that indomitable femininity,
But it suits her well
And she dances to its rhythm
And to the voices in her head
by Blythe Journey |
anxiety, blessing, cute love,
There's this sweet little spot
This nook, it's just mine
In the right corner
Of our couch, so divine
You see, it's my spot
And it suits me just fine
Where I snuggle my loves
And sip a glass of wine
It's my comfort, my warm
It's my home base, my calm
When life is crazy and nuts
It's my 23rd psalm
My love sits so close
It's where we discuss
All of life's moments
The hustle and fuss
It's there I recharge
Against his strong chest
So that tomorrow I give
The world only my best
by Skyy Allen |
baptism, devotion, love,
Kissing with the lips of a viper
Making out with every pauper
Trying to find what suits
Licking my lips at the thought
Of another delectable morsel
Leaving behind another fossil
Craving a man full of strength & character
Encountering weak & laughable jesters
Longing for the embrace of a strong man
Yearning for the lips of a true man
Who can lead me into temptation
And not turn me away
From the path of self-gratification.
by Matthew Brackley |
daughter, inspirational, love, flower, day, flower,
There was once a honey bee............
A honey bee so sweet
Sweeter than any honey
This honey bee you want to meet
Every day collecting
The honey for you
There was once a honey bee
Who flew free
Flower to flower
Searching for honey dew
On a day so sunny,
and a sky so blue
Flower to flower
Looking for you.............
To make the honey
There was once a honey bee
Who flew free
This honey bee
That I know
This honey bee that I love so
This honey bee has a name
This honey bee.............
It suits her perfectly
by chocho diva |
lost love, love,
I go in search of your face every day
To peep at you and know that you are okay
I drown in the hot caress of your breath
That I once knew warm, for it is my only comfort
I smooch my lips in the rhythm of a touch I once felt dear
For it alone suits me in loneliness
How did I let this happen?
Why did I let you go?
Did I not know the touch of a sincere LOVE?
Was it fear that stopped two sincere hearts?
by Leon Enriquez |
In simple lines
Grand thought divine
Love speaks easy
Plain and wisely
Seek the good here
Live happy cheer
Work faith and hope
Love suits all scope
Be here now then
Let how know when
Glimpse ample light
Bring wise insight
Allow great work
To flood fond perks
This is your life
Transcend mere strife
Each moment counts
Blooms grand amounts
Just do your best
With zeal and zest
Joy brings good pay
Life starts with play
14 March 2016
by Funom Makama |
absence, betrayal, break up, funny love, future, grief, lost love,
His suits and empires made it so swift
from afar all you saw was his mid-rift
with me you were glowing
our future was moving
from his dark pit, you now expect a lift.
by Bernard F. Asuncion |
A glass of milk, of water, and wine -
Which one that suits you best?
Which do you prefer to drink?
Me? The first two are my faves.
There on the center table stand
A cup of tea and a cup of coffee -
Take your pick and sip,
As you enjoy watching TV.
A mug of liquor, a sachet of drugs,
And a pack of cigarettes -
Are you going to seriously damage
Both your health and wealth?
Listening to the sound of music,
Painting, or writing songs of love -
Whatever is your plan of activity,
Make sure it pleases the Lord above.
I'll vow to fear the Almighty,
I'll depart from the road of iniquity;
Intensive obedience to His Word
Is my cup of tea.
by John Allen |
Baggy Trousers and eating dirt
skanking to music for your money's worth
Blue skinned beast in our house
Prince Buster is the man, not a mouse
Orange street too hot for this town
rudies in the pool hall dancing to this nutty sound
Welcome to the House of Fun
now that you're listenin' the song has begun
Push on down the River Nile
stop and listen for awhile
Must be love I hear them saying
Suggs can never stop playing
Doc Martin boots
Fat Footin' all the way
with this sound ain't gonna be a gray day
Ska so good must be love
flying so high on the wings of a dove
by Judy Oketch |
husband, lost love,
My eyes rolled, searching the ceiling
As if it had some reason to my demise
Or was it the third dimension I was in?
I finally left your side by the bed
The suits, the dresses, the charms
They sure are expensive,
Made me almost forget why I cooked you diner every night
I finally did pack my suitcase you know
The coffee cup was full
Only this time round, I noticed it was used for tea
But always staring back as if full of Ethiopian coffee
I finally left your wedding ring on the coffee table.
by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
by the river Seine
a girl of sixteen summers
opened her blue eyes
the tulip opened
to speak out love but the bee
carried the last dew
a wrinkle in time
puckered the curtain of her
the distant thunder
to wake the quick and the dead
smashed in the window
the sun cascaded
over the back of egret
to give birth to dawn
nimble fingers curl
plaits of creepers wedded in
moonlit slumber dew
mittens of rabbits
galloped in yellow forest
succubus laid eggs
hatched clone in gray and blue suits
on some other world
by Frances Schiavina |
June is knocking at the door
dressed in fragrant summer gold
Cherry blooms, cuckoo songs
bathing suits and volleyballs
Riding waves spitting salt
disco dancing after dusk
Closed books and open shores
bloom in June roses and love.
by Feli Elizab |
absence, anger, hurt, lost love, love hurts, memory, pain,
There are five missed phone calls from you.
One voice message.
You've even tried to mail me a letter.
Desperation suits you, makes you kinder.
You keep trying to inch your way back in,
thinking you'll find a little shade here,
somewhere cool to rest your head.
But you have picked so much at my roots,
the earth is now dry and barren.
And even if I cried a thousand tears,
baby, these are still drought-like conditions.
Nothing can grow here
by Emile Pinet |
adventure, character, feelings, hyperbole, imagery, obituary, tribute,
A knight on his steel steed
rides the wind on two wheels.
One with the elements
he enjoys how it feels.
He likes the biker look
not a big fan of suits.
And he’s clad in leather
down to his stuffed up boots.
His flaming hair and beard
compliment his bronze tan.
And he’s a fine figure
of a masculine man.
A jack of all trades
he just loves to tinker.
And he likes to party
for he’s quite the drinker.
Without a helmet on
he puts on his best shades.
And mounts his love and joy
like he's done for decades.
He's paid all of his dues
it’s time to say goodbye.
And ride to paradise
under an open sky.
by Holly King |
angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, love
Maybe if I shoved
starved myself into the ship's infirmary,
photoshopped my face to a matt effect,
associated with CGI creatures,
wore spandex suits with silver occular vision implants
and died my hair that
came back to you from light years away.
I would be that alien object
that you desire
in testosterone topped grunting conventions.
*The title is based on a character from star trek: Seven of Nine, as is the poem
by DANIEL MARTINEZ |
When I go I wanna die alone, I hope they don't run my obit so that no one knows I'm gone, it will be just another day in your meaningless life, and if you know don't you dare mourn I was miserable alive, I don't want to die a painful or horrible death, so I think suicide is what suits me best, I've failed at living and life itself, finally in death I shall excel,to those I hurt and leave behind, just know this it was my time, I love you all and will miss you alot, but I'll save you a nice spot in hell that isn't to hot.
by ashek rahaman |
dedication, devotion, hope, lost love, love
Wanted to write something so special
That you would not be able to resist
Coming to me
Could not find any word
That suits this beautiful soul of yours
I searched the horizon
Could not find anything
That could neither compliment nor compare
Again and again
I looked every corner every where
Here at last in stand in the gardens of heaven
If Eve was not created first
Nay Jo would have been here