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This place once remembered..

By wordley
2020.04.06
Where was it, this place once remembered, where you and I would talk?
About hours and days, and the lazy ways on that well known path we'd walk,
Was it down by the sea, on the shingle where we would sit as the tide would turn
On it's endless about, keeping cool in its lap as the summer sun would burn;
Or down in some secret woodland glade, where they'd be scones and jam for tea,
Maybe down 'neath the cliffs, watching the skiffs, whilst keeping warm in its lee;
Or when weather became to inclement to wander to far abroad,
We'd sit 'neath the inglenook, warming our toes, sipping wine bought by the landlord,
And the hours would be filled with enchantment, as all our dreams we would share,
Now I struggle to remember those ghosts from the past, in this world that little cares...
But where ever it was we wandered, it was always in friendship's land,
And I really need to return there one day, find that long lost gentle hand;
And I remember now where we can still walk and talk, and this will be the best part,
For the road that leads to that glowing sunset, is the one that I keep in my heart..




Reflections from a window wide...

By wordley
2020.04.05
In my thoughtful state, as I sit and seek to decide between graphite or oils, pastel or ink,
And the world is my palette from which my rainbow may be sought,
My subject is here, lost in that white field before me, and I think,
How may I uncover that blessed detail, in what medium is that beauty best wrought;
The peach tree, whose shining, lustred orbs lend the warmest glow to the softest skin
Would look less on a starched, white linen ground, her vibrancy lost to all,
Whilst the softest sigh of summer breeze, her voice to imitate, to sing,
And not be heard by the brush or pen, on this ground would be a silent call;
Where would I gather the Almond flecks that are her eyes, so benevolent their gaze?
The warmth of her smile would be the sun, its beaming heat all sadness melting,
The dearest heart that lives, not captured by mere pigment, but shines with brightest rays,
A confusion of colours, a glittering, iridescent kaleidoscope resulting;
No, as I sit and ponder how to best employ all the skillsI have at my fingers,
I merely have to look at nature, all her finery on show, and sadly realise,
That even Leonardo, and his Mona Lisa Gioconda, and that smile that lingers,
Is just colour on canvas, has no form or human beauty before my eyes;
Call me a heathen, say I do not understand art, and I will somewhat agree,
For I seek that which is purity itself, the true, physical nature and grace,
And from my studio window I examine every form, every bush, every tree,
Nature is an artist true, and only she could capture such a beautiful face..




Fiddler's Green

By wordley
2020.04.04
The night was dark, the spray was keen
The waves were the Devil's toys...
Within the wheelhouse the pallor was green,
Not much dinner held by the boys..
When a dreadful crash ran through the boat,
Water poured in, cold and clean..
Amongst the crew the thought was "please float!"
"Or we're gone to Fiddler's green!!"

"Tis thought that many a year need pass,
"fore a fisher boy sees between..
This life, and then, the next again
The place known as 'Fiddler's Green'
Where a salty dog may rest his bones
On a bed of softest dreams,
And in comradeship, no more alone,
Drink with his mates in 'Fiddler's Green'

So if you've a mind to roving go,
And your years can count the score,
Be thankful that the swell is low
And the North wind not so raw
For the Devil knows your days are rare,
You've had more than should be seen,
So lay you down in the deepest mare,
And be off to Fiddler's Green!!




Greenery..

By wordley
2020.04.04
Within this woodland glade I hide my face from men, so they will not see,
The envy that pervades its countenance, envy of the sky that daily taunts
That it may gaze upon you, as every cloud and breeze, as you pass, every tree,
Whilst here in my heart you have become a spirit, a ghost that haunts;
I admire the forest, its unity and form, each sharing space, but yet entwined,
Such symbiosis that gives meaning to their shared existence, their close spacing,
Oh that I could be so close to you, about whom the very air is so refined
The actual volume of time and space, so precious this form is tracing;
If I were a tree, then you would be the ivy clad about my form, but not parasitic,
Merely there for support and exchange of emotional sap, our union sharing
Letting my boughs drape you in love, you, who has become my harshest critic,
But only because you wish the highest level of joy for me, your soul so caring;
Dreams, so precious and perhaps obtainable, who knows the years that flow
The intentions so pure, the emotions so intense, but time is so mean,
So in this woodland glade, for now, I will hide my face, watch the forest grow
And here my envy, and its accompanying hue, will not be the only shade of green...

At the dipping of my Toes...

By wordley
2020.04.04
As I sat on the beach and reminisced, about the days when I was young,
All the smells, the hotdogs, the sounds of the fair, the songs the Beatles sung,
Came pouring in, a blitz from my past, the happiest of days gone by,
And I thought of you, my blitz from today, the heart that makes me sigh;
As I dip my toes in the foaming sea, the thrill of its touch takes my breath
As it did when I dipped my life into yours, scaring me half to death..
The freshness of love washed over my soul, wave after wave of joy,
No hotdog taste or Beatles song could mean as much to this boy;
No fairground ride could ever compare to the pleasure and thrill when you're near
Just a lonely beach and a walk on the sand, sheer heaven when you are near,
As the sea turns over on its slide up the shore, giving itself to the land
You turn me around, up and then down, when I feel the touch of your hand;
So I'm sat on this beach, watching the waves coming and going with glee,
Washing the shells, the ozone smells, the soft, gentle  rush of the scree,
And I feel the waves of love in my heart, where the fairest wind of joy blows,
And the memories return, flooding my soul, at the dipping of my toes..



Come..

By wordley
2020.04.01
Come...follow me...
As evening's velvet lips drain the last dregs of light from the sky,
And the humming birds cease to hum, merely to breathe,
To go where fireflies flash, as sparks struck from love's anvil, try
To illuminate these hearts that now take leave..

Come...hold me...
Where I surrender to you my last vestige of control, my fate
Is woven in those stars that lead, yet leave no traces
Of direction given, our paths become one through love's sweet gate
And lay down in serpentine bliss, are one in our embraces..

Come...again...

Ground Zero

By wordley
2020.04.01
Nothing left..what was, burnt and melted into glistening shards of history,
Across the blast radius, the EMP (Electrifying Magnetic Personallity) has blown all fuses,
What was the trigger of your love's deteonation will remain a mystery,
But in my life, my love, my soul there is a barren plain, where fission produces
The need to be one, we are a critical mass, chain reaction assured,
One instant of blinding light, of recognition, of heat, the evaporation of juices
All centres primed and ready to implode, the moment your emission is measured;
In that indigo moment, that sunburst second as we fuse into being,
The searing heat that melts all our senses sprays our atoms about the place,
We become love itself, all emotions reached, all corners seeing,
Knowing that irradiation of joy, that scorching smile that plays about your face;
That shock wave reverberation hammers heart against heart, a removal of fences,
A mushroom cloud of vapour, that which was, now blown away,
And in the after glow, the cooling cycle where we return to our senses,
In this world of passion, newly formed, shall there always be a reminder of this day...

Pianissimo

By wordley
2020.03.31
Please,..feel free..
One finger, touch me where you think it will strike a note..
Then trace a line, pure glissando,that makes my heart vibrate,
Or try more fingers and find a chord, each touch to gently float,
And draw forth a symphony of love, from meaningless cacophony to meaningful melody; my state..
Is to be in tune with you, maestro, oh beautiful executant
Find my harmonic, let your touch set each semi and demi quaver free to roam,
Tap out that Orphean melody so clear, a blessed tonal ornament;
So that when amore composes the song, let all our senses sing in concordant grace,
And after the sweetest crescendo, let us dwell in harmonious reverberation,
Glide into softest diminuendo, soft pedal in mode, sustain and then release;
Come back again and again, practise makes perfect, and my keys await,
Oh my dearest symphonist...

Through Dreams..

By wordley
2020.03.31
I am walking by the Nile, in brightest moonlight splashed about,
The scent of Kyphi is so heady in the air..
Oh Anubis take my life this night, if my army suffers a rout,
But let Osiris raise my soul if you should care,
Oh Princess I have led my heart to do battle at your gate,
From Philae onto Edfu's fragrant halls,
And if to die here in your arms is to be my warrior's fate,
Let Jasmin scent anoint me when night falls..

I have this dream occasionally, an Egyptian prince I would be,
Ruling Phebes and Memphis, but alone,
In dire need of consort, you would be the one for me,
I would fight to have you here beside my throne..
And on those nights when Horus, would wink his silver eye
The moon glow would bathe our entwined forms,
The fragrance of Oleander and myrrh, would our senses so ignite,
Would strengthen our rule through coming storms..

But then, one night, in passion's throws, I see not the silver blade
Just those almond eyes that shine with sensual lust,
I was yours to command, between us promises were made..
But still I feel that final, fatal thrust....

I'm awake in an instant, the sweat pouring from my brow
I hear the clock chiming in the hall,
I turn to see you packing, taking all we had, and now
I close my eyes, lean my head against the wall;
Can love transcend the centuries, is this a life I did once live?
Were you the queen of all we did survey?
To this olive skinned maid, half an Empire I did give
Was my love so blind I gave it ALL away?
In my dream I cursed her lands ,by Sekhmet's burning sun,
Yet with my dying eyes I loved her still,
As I would love you now, as you leave the deed is done..
Your words "Good Bye" the knife that would me kill...

A Balcony...from a different angle

By wordley
2020.03.31
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?"
O be still frivolous breast, for my breath she takes!
"'Tis the east, and Juliet is the sun!!"
My Juliet be, and let this day ever run'
"Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon,"
For all lovers lay in death far too soon..
"Who is already sick and pale with grief"
Let our souls be the bed of what lays beneath,
"That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she!"
And that's how , in my heart, she will always be,
"Be not her maid, since she is envious"
To win my love's hand, I will be more devious
"Her vestal livery is but sick and green"
Whilst my love's shining countenance is the sweetest I've seen!
"For none but fools do wear it, cast it off!"
To my friend, dearest Will, my cap I doff,
"OH it is my lady, Oh it is my love!"
And she shall ever be, by the stars above
To court this shy creature has proved most hard,
Until I borrowed a few words from the Bard!!

Glisten

By wordley / Submitted by wordley
2020.03.30
Salt..such a basic thing that makes skin glow,
When raised by sensual effort,
Drops of dilution, glisten on a surface so primal, to flow
Into rivulets, tracking each with tongue, that export
To all senses, the need to feed, to feel, to taste
To expose the land beheld, each pore reacting;
Not to simply brush away, and not to waste,
To enjoy that emotion of skin, so climacting
Chemicals we are, and will always be, mere compound
Yet if the mix is right, we catalyse the other,
And create an explosion of joy,so intense, so profound
In the entwining embrace of a lover;
Salt...we taste, we sweat, we glow, all in love's name
The mere physics produce the result, and still
We give all to live within the desire,the game,
Is to grace our lives with erotica, and thrill
The one whose focus we gladly concentrate
The one whose form becomes our need, our kick,
Whose curves and swells glisten with sweetest condensate,
Across whose glowing form, our mouths track, and greedily lick...

To Glisten...

The Older Ya Get

By Riley Shepard / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2020.03.16
The older ya get
The more it's gonna cost
To do the things you did
When you were young

When an old man's in love
He just *thinks* he's in clover
He's not cooking with gas
He's just warming it over

Via the Hidden Brain podcast The Cowboy Philosopher

Watch Out For The Tripwire

By B.K.
2020.03.16


These new old times
Are driving me to drink
Upon finding a bottle
Stashed behind the bottles
Of old worries bought
The last time we wanted
To learn how to sip whiskey
While learning to play poker
Pet the Corgis and
Drink gin with the Queen
Or make mousse
With Baileys Irish cream
Vodka to drink Black Russians
Or make jello shots
Tequila for margaritas
I bought an extra bottle
For drowning my sorrows
Or medicine for this nasty virus
Lots of lime and honey
What plans previewed
Soothing a throat
Or drown in my sorrow
Make merry blotto
With this definite disaster
Only it all just sits there
I know I cannot drink
Do not know how to drink
Barely drink at all
So now I am here
Almost three am
Fighting you off again
And chugging Baileys
Straight from the bottle
Not the elegant way I saw it
Instead raw and ravaged
As these dark times
Poes pit
But my pendulum
Walking the tightrope
Without a glass
Or the whipped cream
Baileys is delightful
But you and this world
Are the meanest
Ugliest horror
In all the old and new
But after watching 1917
Dear God
Please hold on wimpy world
We are frightfully figuring whilst
Chugging from the Baileys bottle
There is still an awful plot
Of disquietning disaster
Yet to make do

bk

The sixteenth of march twenty twenty

three oh nine am





Covid Nineteen Dreams

By B.K.
2020.03.13
One tries not to think about you
But your name appeared
Out of nowhere
And suddenly I heard you laugh
And missed your voice
It wraps around me
Like cashmere against the cold
Enveloping my senses
Leaving a desire of more
You are a story in itself
You walked through the fire
And came out singed but whole
I should have found a way
To hold on to you
The rest are still here
In one way or another
But you I think I upset most
Regardless of the rest
In all of this uncertainty
I guess
I just wanted to hear
That you are safe and loved
And we are both forgiven

bk

Three thirteen twenty twenty

Twelve twenty six am






what you are

By Star of David
2020.03.04
some people
bite the hand that feeds

you poured poison into mine
held it to my mouth

and mauled me
to bits

shredding every part
that bleeds

then,

shedding all decency
insult to injury

you came begging
armed with balm that only burns

you cannot help
what you are

some people
bite the hand that feeds

                    pity them -
                    they know no other ways to eat

Quote

By via David Whyte / Submitted by Kirk
2020.02.28
"Women'll thow you further'n gun-powder'll blow you."
--Rural Truck Driver as quoted by poet David Whyte in "The Three Marriages"

Let Bygones Be Bygones

By CryingShame58
2020.02.25
I wish, oh how I wish I could erase
Of when and where, how I fell from your grace
I cried, begged and pleaded at no avail
Let bygones be bygones, but I put you through hell.

My head can’t reason of why I screwed up
No excuses, I can’t justify, you left in a huff
I will do anything to make amends
Let bygones be bygones, but I know this is the end.




A Ghostly Tea With Satie

By B.K.
2020.02.20

When the fairies wake me up
On nights they want to play
I brew chamomile tea
Put on Satie
To swing and sway
I try not to worry
Or get lost in shadows
The ghosts here know me
They sit on edges of the bed
Knitting their bones
Never saying much
I know they want to talk about you
But it is useless clatter
I have been traumatized enough
Desensitized
Try spelling that at three am
So they knit and I purl worlds
I mean think of all the adventure
I would have missed
Had I not taken the wilderness road
White rapids with big rocks
To bash ones head at any moment
Oh Darlin is this what I am doing
Still wondering what would have happened
Had I stood still
Living in shadows after midnight
Michael Dulin tinkling the keys
Dancing with your ghost
The knife still hanging out of our heart
Still trying to kill off old lovers in poetry
Backward reality trying to haunt me
Such a cruel woman
I must go back to sleep
Before this booger bear truly gets me

2-20-2020

The second month twentieth day of twenty twenty

bk







Swimming With Sharks After Midnight

By B.K.
2020.02.17
Sadly it was all those jabs to the heart
That did you in
I had to freeze you out
Burn that house of love to the ground
Mind over instant why should you matter
So to speak
It was marble boggling madness how to do that
The poems were writing themselves
It was a thrill shot of double barreled Big Bang
Salami Salami Baloney
White bread with yellow mustard yum
Hard to let go of
But yet you knew if you did not
It would give you a heart crack of the worst kind
And oh it did really it did
And you died a watery death
Jumping from that cliff
Into a tide pool of shallow sharks
That had your name tattooed on their fins
Teachers always said I had a wild imagination
Momma was scared I would tell them all about her
So she just said I lied
I am still lying
But not about you
Just dumb shit like sharks with tattoos

monday the seventeenth of february twenty twenty~

bk



i do not want to have you

By Rupi Kaur / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2020.02.13
i do not want to have you
to fill the empty parts of me
i want to be full on my own
i want to be so complete
i could light a whole city
and then
i want to have you
cause the two of us combined
could set it on fire

Your touch

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2020.02.13
I remember
like yesterday
your touch.

You went by me,
saying: "I have to go to..."
When you went by me
you stroke my long hair
all the way down.

I stood there,
whispering: "Oh, god, Oh god!"
A touch has never
felt that MUCH!

Your Touch...

Your eyes

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2020.02.13
I remember your eyes.
Every time we met
your eyes sought mine.

I was in a room
full of people.
I felt instantly,
when you came
(You were always late :0).

I felt you
because the air
was vibrating
of you.

The first thing
you did
was looking me up.
You nodded to me,
greeting me.

hallucinate

By Star of David
2020.02.12
let me live
in those seconds
between awakening
and awareness

when I don't remember
what I have lost

before the ache begins
and I feel like the target
at the gathering
of archers

before it feels like
all the knife throwers
are practicing
on me

before the storm hits
and I find myself
fighting to breathe
underwater

let me live
in that place
between sleep
and awake

tell myself
we are still ours

black grief

By Star of David
2020.02.12
on some days I am brought to my knees
on the white tiles by this black grief

black light spilling on the floor

it slams in like a freight train
swept off-track by a tsunami

I stand in its path, eager, willing

it breaks my bones brutally
meat on the butcher's block

I surrender to the knife, kneeling

it shreds me apart slowly
paper boat in a storm

I cannot swim yet I walk into the sea

I ask myself angrily,
how can someone can cry so much?

I am 60% water, how can I not?

Someone unknown

By Alex Samonte / Submitted by annski808
2020.02.09
I don’t know you…

But I can feel you…

I haven’t seen your face

But I can feel your grace

Imagining your embrace

In my winter cold place

You’ve been down and broken

Ever since I walked away

But worry not

Because I’ve been wondering the same

If we could ever be together again.

If only.

Strange love

By Alex Samonte / Submitted by annski808
2020.02.09
I can feel your breathing

so close, so warm

your lips touch mine

your softness makes me weak

you clutch me thru your wings

I glide, I slide, I fade away in the gleam of the light

You fill my soul with something I’ve never felt before

Hands against the wall

Your nails burrow thru my bones

Feet up in the air

Pulling my hair

Tightening grip

and hear your swear.

We think of each other

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2020.01.24
You want to stop
thinking of me,
but you can't.

I don't want to
stop thinking
of You.
But thinking of You
every day
is a bit tooo much.

Why?...

By Randy1
2020.01.08
I wish for something.
Just out of my reach.
To almighty God.
I pray and beseech.

Tell me why I'm feeling.
All the things I feel.
Why have you brought me here?
Is this really, real?

Why must you bring to me.
Heaven in disguise?
So much beauty.
To behold with these two eyes.

Only to hold it there.
At my finger tips.
And just give.
Tiny little sips.

Why must you allow me.
To have and to hold?
Something that I can not have?
If I have wait until your fold?

Heaven on earth has come.
And I've have tasted love.
Will we have to wait?
Until we ascend there up above?

Randy Hayes.








ad lib

By Star of David
2020.01.02
you said be ready
I wasn't ready for this.

bloodshed

By Star of David
2020.01.03
I watch
blood drop
into the water

hypnotised
it opens out
like tendrils

whisper
'my god, my god
what have we done?'

after the loving

By Star of David
2020.01.02
the taste of blood
in my mouth
from your mouth

accident scene

By Star of David
2020.01.02
slowly becoming an accident

I hold myself
in my hands
slice into me
sweet, sharp
each night
let the dark in
and taste it
in my veins

memory a blade shredding me

YOU Always

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.12.29
I think of YOU
EVERY Day!

It just IS So.

I read something in the net.
It reminds me of You.

I see a wonderful view
over the sea from the bus.
It reminds me of You.

I meet someone,
we discuss.
It reminds me of You.

I see a movie on the TV.
It reminds me of You.

I dream in sleep.
Often of You.

Tell me how
I can stop this?!

Well... I don't know
if I Really want to...

A Game of Strategy

By B.K.
2019.11.09

Can we beat the odds
Of this tatical gambit
Move sleekly stealth fully
Selectively playing
Puzzle pieces
Without sidestepping
Identifying danger
Defensive combat
Positioning ourselves
Deliberately delightfully deliciously
At just the right angle
To oh so tenderly
Be kissed
By the most delectable
Pair of lips
Encountered in ages.

November ninth twenty nineteen

BK

You all know I do love kissing poems
And full moons


4 questions

By The movie "Don Juan" / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2019.11.06
"There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for? And what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love."
--Don Juan (in the movie of the same name)

Hopeful

By Farah / Submitted by twisted_lie
2019.11.05
Their eyes talk before they speak
Their souls dance when they first meet
A feeling unknown to both
A love story written, an oath
To cherish and to hold,
Until they're grey and old

This is love and love is great,
Forever together from the first date

Hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek,
Just Like the first time my heart will skip a beat
In sickness and health,
In poverty and wealth
Until death do us apart
You'll be the one in my heart

Happens to the Heart

By Leonard Cohen / Submitted by B.K.
2019.10.26
Leonard Cohen lyrics

"Happens To The Heart"

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
I got my shit together
Meeting Christ and reading Marx
It failed my little fire
But it's bright the dying spark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart

There's a mist of summer kisses
Where I tried to double-park
The rivalry was vicious
The women were in charge
It was nothing, it was business
But it left an ugly mark
I've come here to revisit
What happens to the heart

I was selling holy trinkets
I was dressing kind of sharp
Had a pussy in the kitchen
And a panther in the yard
In the prison of the gifted
I was friendly with the guards
So I never had to witness
What happens to the heart

I should have seen it coming
After all I knew the chart
Just to look at her was trouble
It was trouble from the start
Sure we played a stunning couple
But I never liked the part
It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle
What happens to the heart

Now the angel's got a fiddle
The devil's got a harp
Every soul is like a minnow
Every mind is like a shark
I've broken every window
But the house, the house is dark
I care but very little
What happens to the heart

Then I studied with this beggar
He was filthy, he was scarred
By the claws of many women
He had failed to disregard
No fable here no lesson
No singing meadowlark
Just a filthy beggar guessing
What happens to the heart

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
It was just some old convention
Like the horse before the cart
I had no trouble betting
On the flood, against the ark
You see, I knew about the ending
What happens to the heart

I was handy with a rifle
My father's .303
I fought for something final
Not the right to disagree




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Peripheral Vision

By B.K.
2019.09.12
Yes I noticed
those clear blue eyes
tanned skin
the way your hair
fit the nape of your neck
that earthy smell
from digging in soil
solid and sharp
you were delectible
once upon a time
my gypsy soul
would have lept at that chance
but that short lived window
slammed shut
yet left the view
of castle and moat
dragon and fire
with chain mail
wrapped round this heart
but oh yes
I needed you to know
I noticed

September fourth twenty nineteen

3:47 am

loss

By Star of David
2019.09.09
tea mixed with regret
spent bullets in the dust
knives sliding across the tongue
blood on metal

the scent of you
in the mornings
after you've spent yourself
on someone else

nothingness
an emptiness too vast to fill
except with every last drop
of your blood

screaming with no sound
a steady drowning
slowly and then all at once
catching fire

the cold ashes
of everyone I've ever loved
perfume sprayed
on the inside of my wrist

a dead body floating on water
buffeted by waves
forever rising
to look at me

to death

By Star of David
2019.09.09
the last time
I lost you

I found myself
feverishly saving stories
of how many people
died that day
and how

I would
flip through them
eyes burning
hands trembling
GREEDY
tasting them
with relish
seething envy

reciting their names
lusting after their deaths
almost hating them
for escaping

struck by lightning?
so many! so lucky!
electrocuted?
how sudden, how kind!
road accident?
how ordinary! I'll take it!

insides turned into soup
by fluoride ion?
a slow death, this,
always too late
when you know
you've been exposed

[it was too late
when I knew
I had exposed myself
to loss to come,
to this heavy grief,
when I first set eyes on you]

imagine being
envious of the dead
- damp corpses
rotting in cold graves -

but that was then

Quotes

By B.K.
2019.09.06
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
Jean Cocteau

Your feelings so are important to write down, to capture, and to remember because today you're heartbroken, but tomorrow you'll be in love again." - Taylor Swift

"You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself." - Albert Camus

The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Oscar Wilde

"May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air." - Franz Kafka@writeyourselfalive

Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,
for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom of tangled sheets…" - Derek Walcott

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.” - Allen Ginsberg

"... the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
― Jack Kerouac

“Vulnerability is the most accurate measurement of courage.” - Brené Brown

Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.” - Guy de Maupassant

“The purpose of art is to turn blood into ink.” - T.S.Eliot

"I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love." - Haruki Murakami

"Life without illusion is a ghastly affair." - Virginia Woolf
Write Yourself Alive

Find what you love and let it kill you." - Charles Bukowski

"He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin." - George Orwell

"She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen." - Christopher Poindexter

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words..." - Yasunari Kawabata

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." - Leonard Cohen

Butterfly Afternoon

By B.K.
2019.09.04

One sunny afternoon
After leaving a mat out to dry
The sun had topped the house
Serious had melted blue sky
I walked out on the porch
When there on display
To find a lovely butterfly
Had come to play
It lit on the soft mat
And then without delay
I found myself chin to chin
Nose to butterfly feet
Thinking it would fly away
I do not know who had the better view
But it told me matter of fact
Honey I am not afraid of you
I have wings to fly
You have only feet with shoes
You are stuck to the ground
With only a limited scene
Do not worry darlin it told me
Of all people I know you are not mean
Come away with me
Into a butterfly dream
We can go play in the gardens
Make the butterfly scene
I said wish I could
Then politely declined
Besides being nose to foot
Whispering with a butterfly
Honestly people will think
I had flipped my twig
Lost my big shade hat
Burnt my candied yams
But no darlings not any of that
Just came out to fetch
My silly blue bath mat
I made kiss kiss noise
Thinking it would frighten it away
But instead it kissed me back
Tipped its wing
Then flew away

The fourth of september twenty nineteen

bk

The quote I heard on you tube about when things were dire and
life was seriously in disarray that was then women created beautiful things.
This struck a chord so deep. It is way pat three am and I am too lazy sleepy tired to
look it up..maybe tomorrow darlinks. Take care of yourselves!





Not seeing you

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.08.30
For some years now
you have blocked me out
of your life.

Well...
I think,
that for you
it has felt,
that I have been
even stalking you.

I never wanted that!
I just want to know
how you are.

I just want You
to be happy!

And if you ever need a FRIEND,
to talk to, to cry to
I'm here...

Mistaken

By Farrah / Submitted by twisted_lie
2019.08.27
I was holding on to you for the longest time
I was holding tight thinking you were mine

I was so mistaken
my heart is aching
Dive into my arms
Make me whole again

I was holding on to that thread of hope
I was holding to what I thought was gold

But you were taken,
My faith is shaken,
Love never Harms
Let the games begin

Page Two.

By Farrah / Submitted by twisted_lie
2019.08.18
Powerless. That's  I feel lately.
Constantly tired of everything. The smallest interaction with someone requires my fullest form of energy, afterwhich ,I am left exhausted.  I find it too draining to socialise nowadays. Dialogues are so fake, people are too hypocritical  but time will reveal villains and uncover all bad intentions

Page one.

By Farrah / Submitted by twisted_lie
2019.08.14
We are all like the stars, we shine bright on the outside,but deep down inside, we are long gone. It's a twinkling graveyard and my dream is buried somewhere there.
They say that women become wiser in their 30's.i beg to differ; I am 35 years young and I am still as clueless as I was in my 20's.
When I try to narrow down the reasons behind my set backs, I would very much like to believe that it is because I am a person of many talents and I refuse to settle for just about anything.  My dreams are like soap bubbles; once I reach a certain level, I end up with a big fat splash. No promotion, no appreciation but rather a slap in the face.
My father once told me that I do not have people skills. I am starting to believe that he was right. I always seem to drift off when people start talking to me, I enjoy my made up scenarios far more than whatever dialogue I am being dragged into.

plaster saint

By Star of David
2019.07.31
you would recoil in horror
at the mere thought
of crushing a cockroach
you would not even
kill an ant, no

then you
stabbed me repeatedly
until I had to hold my insides in
with my hands and fight
for air

my body remembers
being your punching bag
your mattress
your safe space
your well

the place from which
you would fill yourself -
and pour it all out
on someone else.

ceasefire

By Star of David
2019.07.31
when the men leave
the women try to heal each other
but violence is never far away

at midnight the tree
outside my window
comes alive with fireflies

and then the bats
eat them

warmth

By Star of David
2019.07.31
sometimes I order
a fat mug of steaming coffee
just to hold something warm

then I picture your heart
pulsating in my palms
hot blood spilling into cold air

the fire it kindles
keeps me warm for days
let the coffee go cold

what loss tastes like

By Star of David
2019.07.31
tea mixed with regret
spent bullets in the dust
knives sliding across the tongue
blood on metal

the scent of you
in the mornings
after you've spent yourself
on someone else

nothingness
an emptiness too vast to fill
except with every last drop
of your blood

screaming with no sound
a steady drowning
slowly and then all at once
catching fire

the cold ashes
of everyone you've ever loved
perfume sprayed
on the inside of your wrist

a dead body floating on water
buffeted by waves
forever rising
to look at you

#twistedTongue

By lovelace
2019.07.27
"Missing the Miss you missed."
"The Miss you missed is missing."

Kissing...

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.07.07
In many years
I have been dreaming
of You and me kissing.

In my my dreams
you are always
kissing me first.
Shyly and shoftly.
Then more intensily.

The feel of your lips
went done to my core.

I have often fantazied
of you kissing me.
I kissed my wrist,
imagining it was You.
It felt like You!

UH! I became Soo aroused... :0)

on desire, and the color blue

By Rebecca Solnit / Submitted by Kirk
2019.06.30
"We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing. I wonder sometimes whether with a slight adjustment of perspective it could be cherished as a sensation on its own terms, since it is as inherent to the human condition as blue is to distance? If you can look across the distance without wanting to close it up, if you can own your longing in the same way that you own the beauty of that blue that can never be possessed? For something of this longing will, like the blue of distance, only be relocated, not assuaged, by acquisition and arrival, just as the mountains cease to be blue when you arrive among them and the blue instead tints the next beyond. Somewhere in this is the mystery of why tragedies are more beautiful than comedies and why we take a huge pleasure in the sadness of certain songs and stories. Something is always far away."
--Rebecca Solnit, "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" (More on her use of the color blue as the symbol of distance at this article.)

Let me love you

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.06.29
I listened to Karolina Protsenko
playing Let Me Love You.

It made me think of
you and me.
I don't say to you
Let me love you,
because you can't deny me
to love you :0).

Summer

By peregrine falcon
2019.06.22
YOU are always connected
to Summer in my mind.

You were the nightingale
in the summernight.
You were my support,
when I was dying.

You were my Summer
in autumns and winters.
The sun and light
in harsh times.

You made me laugh.
You made me shiver
of lust.
You made me feel alive.


The Story of My Life

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.06.21
Since 12th of April
I have been writing
The Story of My Life.

I have come to the year of 2004,
50 pages now.

So many years,
so many memories.
Some bad, some good.

Many, many,
both men and women
have first
become very fond of me.
But then they have all
rejected me.

****
My story contains
a lot of You.
You were Sooo Wonderful
to me.
But then...
You rejected me too.....

Animals

By Farah / Submitted by twisted_lie
2019.06.09
Pending.

on unrequited love

By Kirk
2019.06.02
"Unrequited love is way underrated. It's kind of like smoking. Ultimately it's bad for you, especially in the long term. Both are bad for your health, make you "smell" worse to others, and cause you to pick up annoying repetitive habits, whether it's constantly wanting something in your mouth (smoking) or anxiously checking e-mail (unrequited love). But on the other hand, both have a certain glamour, give us something to do with ourselves, and have a huge deserved mystique and romantic history behind them. Smoking gets you outside where as otherwise you might stick yourself in the office all day, unrequited love gets you to write amusing bon mots where as otherwise you might write nothing but pedestrian e-mail.

Sweet memory

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.05.24
Still...
After over 20 years
I remember
how you stroke my hair
(on that wonderful cruise).

How can a fleeting touch
feel so much?
Both in my body and my heart.
I stood there trembling,
whispering: "Oh, god! Oh, god!

I still feel it...

My Life's Story

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.05.18
First: "Done" :0) :0) :0). What you write is total rubbish :0).

****
I started to write My Life's Story 12.4.2019. I'm on the year 1985 now (not yet on the years of YOU :0).
VERY hard to write. VERY hard to remember...
So much hard things. So much sorrow. So much anguish. Now...
But I know, that in every part of my life there is also much of joyfull things, beautifull things, happy things. I fill in them later.

What I figured out (while writing) is, that I have allways felt sooo insecure of myself. Of if people like me, think I'm a nice person. I don't know that till this day...

You said to me in 1997: "Du är jätteok som du är." - Nobody had said that to me before. And nobody had said it afterwords.

In 2009 you said: "Du är ok, men..." - So (even) YOU didn't really Like me.

Do YOU understand, that it's REALLY HARD, that everyone like me, thinking I'm Great - at first. But... Then, they start to think I'm bad. And they push me away real hard!

“Done”

By CryingShame58
2019.05.01
I’m not paying attention I’m standing in line at the bank My deposit slip in hand as I reach for a pen Jotting down the date I think has it been 9 years? Nearly a decade ago? I swallow to feel a big lump in my throat I glance thru the window Only to see myself staring back at me 9 years ago—I thought I was “old lady” My lump seems to slide into my chest I thought I was “done” As I stare thru my reflection to the out doors I’m blasted to my past, I feel a shiver up my spine I thought I was “done” It was the best but worst day and night ever Magical, but costly I thought I was “done” I close my eyes, hoping no one notices Notices the tears rolling down my face I thought I was “done” I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand No tissue anywhere when I need one I thought I was “done” I must not go back there I’ve got to remember I’ve come too far Remember? Remember I am “done” I wonder if he remembers our time together? As I remember the laughter, the tenderness, our love? I thought I was “done” My heart still aches as I take another step forward I line My heart still remembers our love as my heart take another step backwards I’m not “done”

from "To Grieve Is to Carry Another Time"

By Matthew Salesses / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2019.04.30
The belief that a loved one has been replaced by an imposter is called Capgras delusion. It was first identified in 1923, when a psychiatric patient claimed her husband and children were “the object of substitutions.”
[...]
One of the most interesting aspects of Capgras delusion is the element of love. Usually it is not a stranger who has been replaced, but a beloved. In the 1990s, psychologist Haydn Ellis and others theorized that Capgras delusion is the result of your mind recognizing a face without feeling the love that you normally associate with that face.
Love is how we know we are in the right time.
--from Matthew Salesses "To Grieve Is to Carry Another Time"

Summernight

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.04.30
Once again I remember this:
My poem 5th June 1997
(Sorry. It's in Swedish):

Näkergalen
sjunger i sommarnatten.
Oändligt ljuva
flyter dess toner
in genom mitt öppna fönster,
in i min öppna själ.
Varför tar det så ont?

My feeling for you
made that poem to come.
That nigt I realized
I love you.
And I still do...

Getting Past The Nuptials

By B.K.
2019.04.25
Like the Blender of Love
Lately my heat is on my sleeve
I thought I had kicked
Emotion to the curb
Turned off all the knobs
That could turn on the waterworks
You all know moments
Triggering hot blinding sentiment
Well not me
Until just lately
I know there were some major
Planet movements
But this nonsense is making me mad
Everything is tuning my fork
To an emotional tone
I just do not recognize myself
I know my Son is getting married
Yet they have been together
For ten years almost
Tying the knot or not
This is a grand party to be
And here I am
Maudlin me
Boxing with the tissue
I am going to need a make up artist
Following me around
With a rag and bucket
Mopping up the mascara
What is it with the Mother of the Groom
Their song to dance to
Giving her only child away
This should be sheer joy
One woman at the UPS store told me
Honey as soon as those nuptials
Are all over and the party begins
Is when you will stop crying
Finally somebody understands this
I have a long dress full of sequins
Like crunchy peanut butter
When you prefer smooth
I ordered it online
Did not see the word sequins
Putting on glasses would probably help
And it will be on a farm called Imagine
Out in the middle of a meadow
Imagine heels sinking in tulips
Tripping down the isle in style
So I got some cotton candy shoes
So I can tiptoe through the wildflowers
Dragging my crunchy dress
All the critters will hear me coming
And they keep telling me
That the photographs will be for a lifetime
A lifetime of bad mascara
With wild cotton candy hair
OMG after this I am going onstage
Doing stand up wedding comedy
About this kind of crazy
Between the weather
The stars and all the raw emotion
They are trying to kill me
I have ten days to get my act together
I am either taking up hot goat yoga
Or getting some great pot
To make it through this madness
Maybe some mellow mushrooms
Probably just something to drink
Then some wild dancing will do the trick
You all please do me a favor
Pray that this wild southern mama
Can just make it past the nuptials

bk

the twenty second of april twenty nineteen... seven sixteen pm

Quasimodo At The Meat and Three

By B.K.
2019.04.21
We were setting in our favorite booth
B2 At Wendell Smiths
Having our favorite
Turnipgreens and cornbread combo
I was telling you about a political cartoon
I had just seen
Of a firetruck hook and ladder
High atop a burning Notre Dame Cathedral
I started to cry
And then could barely tell you
You were so sweet
Saying it is ok and wiping my tears
I continued to try to describe
It was of a fireman
Pulling Quasimodo from a Gargoyle
To save him from his burning sanctuary
I was laughing and crying for Paris
And what I had always dreamed of seeing
At the same time
I remembered Lon Chaney playing the part
of the bell ringer of Notre Dame Cathedral
And me as a little kid
Being terrified of his poor grotesque soul
Then I realized he was the first monster
I was ever in love with
It was a love and fear thing
Empathy for a devil of sorts
But was he
I asked you to get me the movie
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
You laughed and promised you would
And now thinking and writing this
I was with my son
Yet somehow
You are caught up in this too
But not to worry
I still have no sympathy
Nor empathy for you

bk

Ray Bradbury once said of Chaney, "He was someone who acted out our psyches. He somehow got into the shadows inside our bodies; he was able to nail down some of our secret fears and put them on-screen. The history of Lon Chaney is the history of unrequited loves. He brings that part of you out into the open, because you fear that you are not loved, you fear that you never will be loved, you fear there is some part of you that's grotesque, that the world will turn away from.


the twenty first of april twenty nineteen

Happy Easter Everyone





the heartbreak fairy

By zach weinersmith / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2019.03.16
from smbc-comics.com/comic/heartbreak:

Dying...

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.03.15

It seems,
that Loveblender
is almosti dying...

But my love
for You
is not.

I still feel,
what I felt
for You
in 1997

More Quotes via "Love and Limerence"

By Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2019.03.04
Musical tempo varies, but it does so roughly within the range of the human heartbeat.
--Dorothy Tennov, "Love and Limerence"

Love is a human religion in which another person is believed in.
--Robert Seidenberg

Now by these presents let me assure you that you are not only in my heart, but my veins, this morning. I turn from you half abashed--yet you haunt me, and some look, word or touch thrills through my whole frame--yes, at the very moment when I am labouring to think of something, if not somebody, else. Get ye gone Intruder! though I am forced to add dear--which is a call back--
--Mary Wollstonecraft to William Godwin

The pleasures of love are always in proportion to the fear.
--Stendhal, "On Love"

Oh Love! Thou bane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain.
--George Granville, Baron Lansdowne

on "Love and Limerence"

By Kirk
2019.03.03
I sped through the book "Love + Limerence", where Dorothy Tennov coins the term "limerence" - a bit like infatuation, but a lot more than that.

https://kirk.is/2019/03/03/ - I wrote a medium-long ramble/review about it. I think it's worth reading, but if not, here are the good quotes I mentioned (none actually from the book)

"Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you’re so cool, you’re so cool, you’re so cool"
--The Movie "True Romance"

"You're sort of everything I've ever wanted
You're not perfect, but I love you anyhow
You're the woman that I've always dreamed off
Well, not really, but you're good enough for now"
--Weird Al

"In the salt mines, nearing the end of the winter season, the miners will throw a leafless wintry bough into one of the abandoned workings. Two or three months later, through the effects of the waters saturated with salt which soak the bough and then let it dry as they recede, the miners find it covered with a shining deposit of crystals. The tiniest twigs no bigger than a tom-tit’s claw are encrusted with an infinity of little crystals scintillating and dazzling. The original little bough is no longer recognizable; it has become a child’s plaything very pretty to see. When the sun is shining and the air is perfectly dry the miners of Hallein seize the opportunity of offering these diamond-studded boughs to travellers preparing to go down to the mine."
--Stendhal

But love, he said, love was a fragile blossom; love was a delicate crystal; love was an unstable reaction with a half-life of about eight months.
--Joe Haldeman in "The Forever War"

"I think you like that computer more than you like me."
"That's not true, Liz. I do NOT like that computer more than I like you. [Please, please don't ask about the laptop]"
"'That' computer?"
--Dilbert

"I've got to stop getting obsessed with human beings and fall in love with a chair. Chairs have everything human beings have to offer, and less, which is obviously what I need. Less emotional feedback, less warmth, less approval, less patience and less response. The less the merrier. Chairs it is. I must furnish my heart with feelings for furniture."
--Carrie Fisher

"You know, just because I didn't like that ridiculous comedy you did with Goldie Hawn did not mean I did not love you. That's what you always do. You confuse love for admiration."
--The Movie Birdland

Spring - in February?

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.02.21
It's only February,
but day after day
plus degrees.
The snow is melting fast.
Birds are chirpping.
The brich trees
have a violet tone.

I just need Spring now!

And I need You...

Cataclysmic

By B.K.
2019.02.16

With his giant
Over inflated
Python like ego
He somehow thinks
That all this poetry
Is about him
When in fact
Even before 2005
After the break down
At a beach wedding on Ohau
It was and has been
Diverted
From life experience
Of myself and the sum of more
Using the same
Trancelike channel
That got me here
To begin with
It has been a
A lovely remembrance
Torture and pain
Therapeutic mind bending
LSD and magic mushroom
Trailblazing
Cataclysmic
Life eclipse of my own sun
Moon and any other planets
In between
My thanks to all of you
Who were there
To participate
What a revolution!

bk

the twelfth of august twenty seventeen

good n plenty n cucumbers

By cracked.com / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2019.02.14

via cracked.com's 30 Fascinating Facts About All That Candy You Love

[ W I N T E R ]

By hollywoodfox
2019.01.30
Its snowing.
youre not here.

The last time I saw you,
we were covered in
frozen moans and sighs
Sticking to our skin,
Burning from the cold.
Icy hot breath on the wind
Tell-tale signs of fire and ice
Created by these two
Human beings,
Being human.
The sky is falling,
Bits of lace,
Arctic air accumulating.
The frozen are weak for the heat and I
Was scalding hot.

Steam.

The soul contact felt round the world.
The pleasure epicenter of God.


whore

By Star of David
2019.01.24
whenever someone sets out to break me,
their intentions so transparent,
I look to you

an army of beggars, amateurs,
tongues tripping
on stock phrases

"you're so beautiful";
"I want you now";
"I love you"

it takes a halfwit to fall for it,
this parade of hands reaching out
to take, take, take!

hungry mouths spilling out
so much flattery, it stinks in the streets
saccharine sweet

then, unfailingly, the parade of accusations
weak men forever shouting
'WHORE'

they think I care,
they think they burn me,
I, who have felt nothing after you

futile

By Star of David
2019.01.24
don't mind me
I'm just waiting
for the world
to stop breaking
all the women
it births

rebirth

By Star of David
2019.01.24
reel it all back in,
those feelings you poured into us
these past months

fill yourself up again
with your illusions, leave me empty
of your word vomit

did you think I would beg?
did you think I would weep?
did you think I would even blink?

you do me
a disservice
with these imaginings

I have been buried too many times
to be eviscerated
by one more ending

I will resurrect myself just fine

Tu

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.01.04

Tu, soltanto tu.
Mi Amore...

Hi Kirk and Always You

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2019.01.04
Hi Kirk!

Is Loveblender closing down?
All the writes, that have been here since years have dissapeared (e.g. BK)). Exceptionally few poems since a couple of months...??

A poem:

Always You

I sent you a text 1-2 years ago:
"Do you remember me?
I remember You very much."
You didn't answer.

I think of You often.
I dream about You
about once a month
(very vivid dreams :0).

****
I have many times damned
(even here)
the fact, that I can't
block you out of my mind,
out of ME!

It just IS Always You...

This is Love Podcast

By Phoebe Judge and Lauren Spohrer / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2019.01.01
The This Is Love Podcast from the makers of "Criminal" seems promising.

Afterglow

By Wilkinson / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
2018.11.24

You block me out

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2018.11.03

You are a rather known person.
And you still do a lot,
that even the media
is interested in.

But when I put eg.
a Google search on you,
I get VERY few hits.
I think it's because you
block ME out!

Well. About 10 years ago
I was rather terrible.
I almost harrassed you.
I AM Sorry about that!

But You continued
to write to me here...

You

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2018.11.03
It seems even strange,
that I dream often of you.
Lovely dreams of you and me
beeing together.

Sometimes we are
as we are now:
You 66, I 70.
The passion is still there.
The teasing, the tenderness.

****
Oh. That reminds me of
that you loved to tease me.
Eg. your joke with the date
on your email 1997 :D.
****

Sometimes you and I
are as we were 20 years ago.
And the other people,
that were around us then
are in the dream too.

I love to dream about You in my sleep!

growing up

By Star of David
2018.11.02
when I grew up
my mother hand-stitched me
a dress like a dream
layers upon layers
of silk and net
gold and white and cream

my stepfather
kissed me hard on the lips
and moved his tongue roughly
and insistently
inside my mouth
saying I was grown up now
this was his gift

men who came later
threatened to kill him
gnashed their teeth and
clenched their fists -
yet wanted the same
and more.

Vibrations

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2018.10.19
I could feel
(without seeing you),
when you came into the room.
The air was vibrating.

Your eyes met mine,
and my heart
was vibrating.

Remember and feel

By peregrine falcon
2018.10.19
I remember my first love.
But I don't feel the feelings
I had with him.

I remember other men
I have had in my life.
But I don't feel the feelings
I had with them.

I remember the man
I was married to.
But I don't feel the feelings
I had with him.

It's 21 years since
I saw you.
But I feel all the feelings
I had with you.

Don't Tell Him

By Just L
2018.10.17

Don't tell him I think about him as much as I do
He might get the wrong impression
Don't tell him he makes me smile
Or his scent is my obsession.

Don't tell him I'm smitten
It's just a crush
Don't tell him from afar, my heart swells a little
It's too much.

Don't tell him I find him unbearably attractive
He already knows he's handsome
Don't tell him he's kidnapped my heart
He'll hold it for ransom.

Don't tell him I like to kiss (a lot)
He'll attempt to make me swoon
Don't tell him I’m catching feelings
It's too soon.

Don't tell him you think we make a cute couple
Because we do.
Don't tell him I dreamed about us already
He'll think I'm crazy, too


~ Just L (October 18, 2018)

firefly

By Star of David
2018.10.15
I killed a firefly

it kept shining, glowing
burning
        bioluminescent

still emitting light
        long after it died

it left a trail
green gold

        brilliant
        steadfast drops

burned my eyes
poor baby firefly

you taught me
how it feels

        to hold light.

desire

By Farah / Submitted by twisted_lie
2018.10.15
Love is a game,
I gave you my heart,
You said those words and it felt like art
Lost in a feeling, cant see in the dark,
Where does love end and where does hate start?

You keep me safe from the storm,
Your arms oh they feel like my home,
Oh baby, that's where I belong,
Why has it been so long for you to finally come along?

Higher the flame,
I cast a spell to never part.
Forever and more, I am yours ;sweetheart.
Crossed the deep end ,I was left bruised with marks,
An angel ,a Godsend, fighting demons, I had to restart.

I love you, I love you, I love you, it's beyond me
Demons around me are fighting but you cannot see
You'll always be the one ,you'll always be the one, that set my heart on fire,
Love and lust, I was lost to desire, a soul caged in barbed wire,
I burn into ashes,darling, never believe a liar.

Love is a game,
You gave me your heart,
my demons got louder, we fell apart,
I lost my way, I could not see in the dark,
Where does hate end and where does love start?


C’est si bon si bon

By B.K.
2018.09.30
I am so old
I remember
Too much...stuff
Silly cream puff
The good news
Is that I cut it off
Quite a while back
Yet somehow
It keeps up to snuff
Flip following me
Like a black cat
Shadowing me
In and out
Over and about
Hear me loud
You sneaky shroud
Stop your ghasttly ways
Such tricky horseplay
Neigh neigh
Get off your nasty dark cloud
Quit haunting my house
What is your spiel
Do you not you think
It is so time to get real

bk

the thirtieth day of september twenty eighteen


Sad Brew

By B.K.
2018.09.30
If love were truly real
Why are people still
Chasing their own tails
Like flea bitten
Gerbils on a wheel
Why cant they just run true

bk

the thirtieth of september twenty eighteen


My Favorite Color is Teal

By B.K.
2018.09.30
I more than gave you
Chances to talk
Oh you know
Shoot the breeze
Find out whether
There is anything
To say at all
The test at best
Has put you in peril
Yet I am curious still
Of how you might taste
After roasting on my grill

bk

the 30th of september twenty eighteen

Second Guess

By B.K.
2018.09.30
Music will keep us from madness
Imagination and jazz
To kill the political pain
Rock to put on your daily socks
With dance to chase these blues away
Add some love
And you all know the rest
Cheek to cheek....slow down...PROTEST

bk

the thirtieth of september twenty eighteen



Breathe, Kiss, Quave

By Just L
2018.09.26
Staring into your deep, dark eyes, I'm distracted by your full lips.

Your mouth I want.

Your taste I crave.

Magnetic attraction closes the distance between our hips.

Tongues in agreement.

Breathe, kiss, quave.

~Just L (May 5, 2018)

It All Makes Sense

By Just L
2018.09.26
Sight
Downy fine hair on my shoulders
The indented crease down your spine
Crooked pinky finger I smashed in a door
How your face twists when you say "It's fine."

Sound
I live and breathe with words
However clever, dating by text fizzles
The sound of your climax I imagine
Your voice's intonation sizzles

Smell
Our nose runs when we're aroused
The secret of true love, olfaction
Your scent renders me tongue tied
The delicious chemistry of attraction

Taste
Your full mouth on mine
And light bites I do savor
You crave my sweet juice
Our love has a discerning flavor

Touch
Your spine tingling finger tips
Create deep and profound memories
Our sensual connection palpable
How do we release this intensity?

Sense
Each feels the same as the other
Reconnected with our soul's essence
Sharing a similar energy
We awaken each other's purpose

Timing is everything
And, mysterious.

~Just L (May 11, 2018)

How do you wish to be kissed?

By Just L
2018.09.26
If you know anything about me. You know I have an affinity for kissing poetry. What better way to do research than to sample a few? I announced my intention, and they lined up on cue. The first bit and was too aggressive. The second had the softest lips. Next was the darting tongue. No one wants to be kissed like a fish! As the fourth pressed in I placed my fingers on his mouth, and guided, "Like this." The first wanted to try again. Yet, again, he missed. The fifth in line promised me a very good time. His breath reeked of turpentine, and I politely declined. Feeling discouraged I smooched six and seven. They were pleasant, falling short of heaven. Eight smelled great. Chapped lips no bueno. Nine eagerly stepped up to give it a go. I don't know what that was, but um, no! Ten appeared promising, eyes twinkling. Gently touching my maw, breathing me in. I felt woozy, tongue-tied and frozen. And as I was about to declare it a win, you I saw. You had not been in the running at all. You approached me, then stalled. I studied your face with anticipation. "You're doing it all wrong," you insisted. A little put off, I resisted. You came in closer purposely crowding my space. Your right hand rose to caress my face. Simultaneously, my curiosity piqued and feeling pissed. Upper lip resting on my Cupid's bow, you whisper breathily, "How do you wish to be kissed?"

[Your response here]

~Just L (May 12, 2018)

The Poetry Between Us

By Just L
2018.09.26
I appreciate you each new day. You are simple, natural, waking up still sleepy. You are my sweet dream in your own way. I had this epiphany. I adore the lilt in your voice. It is finer than a symphony.I find sleeping in tangled sheets deeply affects my ability to entwine our bare feet.
And, soothing my weary soul with your touch quickens my heartbeat. With you, I feel safe, whole. When we share a beach fire over aged spirits in a bottle, and you kiss me plainly on the mouth stokes my desire. No doubt, I am committed to you. Your strong values I admire. You are in word and actions true. I love you more and more. When you say I love you, too, my heart is entirely yours. In this, we really have no choice. Together, our depths soar. Let’s simply rejoice.

~Just L (May 21, 2018)

Lost in You

By Just L
2018.09.26
Is that your skin
Warm against mine
Are we melting together
Or am I heating you up?

Are my eyes open or shut
Am I dreaming awake
Are you inside of me
Or am I lost in you?

~Just L (May 24, 2018)

Awash in a Wave

By Just L
2018.09.26
After hours upon hours of skin on skin, I am awash in a wave of orgasm. Letting the sea carry me away. Finally, getting a handle on this letting go thing. Perhaps it is the fullness of the gift offered in our shared bed. Or lack of sleep after a late night with the band. Either way no matter how we move you always find my hand. Pulling me to safety only to float away again. By dawn, my brain is neither awake nor asleep. Though love fills my heart, sweat and humidity force us to separate. Except for your measured breath, you barely make a sound, exploring treasures in the deep. Pushing your thigh, pelvis, and abdomen to greet mine I scream with delight on the inside. Rising up only to subside. And, as quickly as it comes, it goes out with the tide.

~Just L (May 26, 2018)

The Goddess and Her Lover

By Just L
2018.09.26
See the slithering of the lover,
I think he's angry at another.

He finds it hard to see the brie,
Overshadowed by the wine flowing free.

Who is that swimming near the shore?
I think she'd like to eat s'mores.

She is but a superior goddess,
Admired as she sits among the novice.

Her intelligent car is just a honey,
It needs no gas, it runs on smart money.

She's not alone she brings lemon balm,
a pet lion, and lots of aplomb.

The lion likes to chase the empress,
Especially when she's dressed to impress.

The lover shudders at the pretty lady,
He wants to understand her philosophy.

~Just L (September 10, 2018)

An Angel Beckons

By Just L
2018.09.26
I received a note anonymously;
Urging me to open my heart;
Trust the divine warrior who leads the heavenly army;
Who could this be?

The words were written with sincerity;
Though the name was withheld,
Its uniqueness touched me deeply.

He was to meet me where mountains meet the sea;
"How will I recognize you?" I thought.
Yet anticipating, he penned,
"You will know me."

With views of the cliffs, I was planted below in the lea;
At last he emerged from the sun's glare;
I strained impatiently.

Then as if in a dream I saw his energy;
The outline of a shadowed form,
Surrounded by a pink angelic light;
I recognized his stride immediately.

The colors of love, peace and harmony;
Literally, "he who seeks God“ --
Archangel Chamuel was on a mission to find me.

Excited my spirit jumped with glee;
"Yesss, I know you!"
"You love me."

~Just L (September 15, 2018)

I Made A Man Coffee This Morning

By Just L
2018.09.26
I made a man coffee this morning;
Something in that comforting.

Watched him drink it over conversation
Much to my elation.

It's been awhile since I started my day
In this simple ritualistic way.

It’s how I envisioned my life
Once upon a time.

Sharing over a cup of joe
Being intimately in the know.

I made a man coffee this morning;
Something in that comforting.

~Just L (September 23, 2018)

I Want A Man (not you)

By Just L
2018.09.26
I want a man who without a doubt --

LOVES me
DESIRES me sexually
is emotionally PRESENT
and WANTS me in his life.

You are no longer that man who --

CARES for me
makes me SMILE
I am my BEST with
and I want out.

~Just L (September 26, 2018)

Deceived

By Just L
2018.09.26
Those eyes so soft and kind
Reflect a different set of mind

Once enticing your kitten
By all accounts I was smitten

A hundred yard stare replaced
The smiling crinkles of a happy face

Among crocodiles you're swimming
In a sea of love drowning

Unattainable your heart's desire
When integrity hangs by a wire

I watch the full moon relieved
You are the only one deceived.

~Just L (September 26, 2018)

Lovescam

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
2018.09.07
I was attacked by a freud with lovesacm. I have gotten at least 30 contacts during the last year in Facebook by men, beeing: 1. Good looking., 2. My age., 3. Working in the military., 4. divorced or widows. I was fooled by one, because he had a Finnish name, Jari Virtanen. He started imediatelly to send me messages. I started to be suspicious very soon, because he said that he had moved to Sweden, when he was 3 years old, but his Sweedish was very lousy. He seemed very nice, so I continued anyway.
After a month he started to declare his love for me. I asked him not to, but he didn't respect that. He got worse: "I love you more today, than yesterday. And I love you more tomorrow, than today." - I ended it all.
A bit later I realized, that he was just one of these freuds, that try to get money from women (surprisingly there wasn't talk about getting money from me yet between "Jari" and me).

I don't believe, that you can Really love a person you haven't even met face-to-face!

****

I had met you 5 times,
and read your 400 pages book
about yourself,
and we had sent a lot
of emails to each other,
before I realized
I was in love with you.