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It is little wonder
LOVE entwined in my hair
massively reversed sneezed up my nose
as puffy marshmallows pushed down my throat
rammed bud after bud into my ears
as nectar dripped into my streaming eyes
as the tramping of a thousand ants on my upturned soles
as a body washing from several rooms of lonely puppies
injected by thermo nuclear laser into my heart
bent and channeled like lightning
into my very being,
is different with you.

Hope caught in time
wishes up which creepers climb
within
people who have stopped.

What happens to the secret wishes
of these beautiful people?

I guess there is no way of knowing for certain.

But at least one person believes
that eventually they come true

Empty camels take longer.
Full camels take longer too.
The right camel for the job maybe a 'halfie'?
depends on the job and time available mind you.
(and the camel).

Tell me it makes you cry to watch old movies and
that Sunday
is your favorite day because
you can snuggle under the sheets with me for most
of the morning.
Tell me you feel scared when i'm
not there to meet you at the station.

Tell me you think I am powerful and strong like a lion,
your lion.

Tell me you like to be chased and teased and to feel sexy.

Tell me you will try harder to replace her.

Through dry wheat
once again the scent of you
picks a path to me.

Time and ages passed
since last we laid in this spot
and I elbowed you in the cheek.

Now I am less clumsy
perhaps because I am less eager
perhaps because I have bruised more skin

I bend to touch the ground in our place
where the breeze doesn't come
to stir dust or bug.

This childish mind has few questions here
beyond how a dog
managed to squat with such irony
in a field this size.

You know I never really stood in
your way by… Continue

The straw making the base of the basket stayed there.

She bent to pick up the heavier of the stones
put them in her pockets
and began to bruise the tops of her thighs.

She was so angry that her plan had failed
beating herself harder now
with her free hand until tears came
as they always did.

Smiling
against the chill In the evening of that same day
she laid out her now washed
beautiful stones.

Around the place mummy is.

That night
under fluorescent stars
she remembered her Dad's smile
befor… Continue

Someone once told me that
in the end
the wine becomes our friend and
to leave it is to be alone.

Hey-

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The Poetrydances Blog Jog is an idea that came together to run at the end of Poetry Month (i.e this month!).

So what is it exactly?
Its a promo event we are running to raise awareness in Poetrydances and the personal blog sites of members. Whereby members visit and join/sign up to a limited number (6 min. but the more the merrier!) of oth… Continue

Congratulations!
to Beatrice Van De Vis.

Her great poem "Diva" is Poem of the Week on Poetrydances.com! Read it here.