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Peripheral Vision

By B.K.
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


By Star of David
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

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
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
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!
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


By B.K.
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.

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


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
For some years now
you have blocked me out
of your life.

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...


By Farrah / Submitted by twisted_lie
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
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
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
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.


By Star of David
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


By Star of David
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
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

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


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


By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
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
"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
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).


By peregrine falcon
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
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.....


By Farah / Submitted by twisted_lie

on unrequited love

By Kirk
"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
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
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!


By CryingShame58
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
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"


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

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.
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


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

Quasimodo At The Meat and Three

By B.K.
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


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


By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon

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

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?"

"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
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...


By B.K.

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
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
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!


the twelfth of august twenty seventeen

good n plenty n cucumbers

By / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper

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

[ W I N T E R ]

By hollywoodfox
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.


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


By Star of David
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

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


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


By Star of David
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


By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon

Tu, soltanto tu.
Mi Amore...

Hi Kirk and Always You

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
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
The This Is Love Podcast from the makers of "Criminal" seems promising.


By Wilkinson / Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper

You block me out

By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon

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...


By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
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
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.


By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
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
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

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)


By Star of David
I killed a firefly

it kept shining, glowing

still emitting light
        long after it died

it left a trail
green gold

        steadfast drops

burned my eyes
poor baby firefly

you taught me
how it feels

        to hold light.


By Farah / Submitted by twisted_lie
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.
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


the thirtieth day of september twenty eighteen

Sad Brew

By B.K.
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


the thirtieth of september twenty eighteen

My Favorite Color is Teal

By B.K.
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


the 30th of september twenty eighteen

Second Guess

By B.K.
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


the thirtieth of september twenty eighteen

Breathe, Kiss, Quave

By Just L
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
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."

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

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

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

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

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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
I want a man who without a doubt --

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)


By Just L
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)


By Ria / Submitted by peregrine falcon
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.