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Fiddle, DrumFiddle, Drum by HowellJack
strings play, grasses sway,
a crying girl fights the day -
through a door, push, smash.
A young fiddler paves her way,
through fields, chased,
eyes clouded with fear, doubts -
There! The tree,
a swish of hair alerts the three,
rush; run; hold; bang,
the air is split with the sound of a gun.
The fiddle ends, the tune stops,
shattered wood fall near legs of capri,
guilt seeps in the hands of the Three
as girl slept near the roots of the tree,
Oh why does my drum still belong to me?
when you are herehold me like an infantwhen you are here by LustingforLove
cradle me in your arms
softly weeping until my eyes are red
and your face a blur
I want nothing more than to touch the skin
of the moon and grind stones in my teeth
but I am short and weak, burdened by the sky
and the stars are never bright when you are gone
you are gone every day that ends in 'y'
and still I yearn for a touch
just to be touched and to touch you
skin on my skin
lips on lips
is there any sound sweeter than your heart busting in my ear
to a rhythm
the rhythm of the raindrops in the gutter as April sweeps through town
breaking hearts and shingles
whisper in my swollen ears a tale of love that ends happily
you are not Romeo nor Paris and my name is not Ophelia nor Juliet
call me the names of flowers and moons that orbit Jupiter
because our love is ever expanding like space and time and revolutions
cradle me closer and let me breathe in the scent of mango and musk
that you hide your hair in
tell me your name in song and poetry
just spread out your sou
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Raw Feedimages that surroundRaw Feed by jade-pandora
us the viewers
thrown to the ground
punctures from skewers
curiously in the back
video down the throat
gasping, the attack
the scream, one note
the cameraman forgot
he meant, intended
in spite the assault
never mind that we saw
that we too also bled
the suspect gets off
SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird by jade-pandora
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
Old LoversWe first met when I was a scholarOld Lovers by HippieHebe
you a philosopher
I dreamt so hard
the stars bruised above me
and you breathed
this weighty happiness
We met again in the lost land,
You were a hunter, and I
of no significance
but you found me
draped across vines, wildflowers
in my hair
as you shot down the moon for me
and in the darkness, people whispered
about secret lovers.
But let us not forget
the poet and the mathmatecian
we exchanged love notes
in our own languages-
Translating them at dusk,
we hid beneath the swell of tides
watching the overhanging sky swirl before our eyes.
DimensionsA photo of you was like a mapDimensions by jade-pandora
with streets and parks
and sites of schools,
and when, one day, we consummated
our growing bond, I almost swooned
as you saw right through me,
feeling vindicated when you
fell in love before we'd met.
I too had always felt the same.
And so, between us, we wrote our book
for all time, to turn page after page
of beloved words, like all the spells
used to conjure renewal of our oath
every year, each day,
with every breath we take.
Custard and cremeYou know what you do to me. You'reCustard and creme by jade-pandora
my lollipop, my Big Stix Popsicle,
the bear claw oozing with jam
that stains my fingers. The sweet, the sour,
and the sticky in my Cantonese takeout rice.
You're a bad boy, the way you influence me,
the way I let you. And yes, we both know
the kind of diabetic I am but, a girl can crave
Oh I'll show you when you get home,
and don't forget the radish sprouts from
Whole Foods on the way, my pet.
Tanka of hope.Tanka of hope by jade-pandora
after the journey, I plant
my sapling, and watch it grow
and give shade
to a stranger in a strange land
that is myself
a cluster of leavesyour dad built a tree housea cluster of leaves by cristinewakesuphappy
and you would go up there
to sketch and read.
when you brought friends over,
you would place a picnic mat
under the shades.
you were a teen
and i peered through my drapes
and saw you carving hearts on the barks.
pretty soon love began to take roots
so you and the boy were kissing
and the night trees had never been so still.
time and foliage:
today, there is a swing
and your toddler tries it for the first time.
how i want them.
how i want your trees.
© May 8, 2015
Celibacy and AgeI ask them how long it's been;Celibacy and Age by HippieHebe
one strokes my arm
and I think;
it's because it has been so long.
my lips are big but I can't smile
and I'm crass, common
My ample behind is not as firm,
not as perky
not like Lucy's
not like Bea's and let's face it.
I'm pushing 30.
Those girls are younger,
skin like porcelain,
but here they are talking to me.
I lap it up, because
let's face it, i'm pushing 30
and although I don't fully believe them
I take it through flattery
FridaHer name tag told me she was FridaFrida by jimfleming
Exceptionally gorgeous, even by Miami standards
Shimmering black hair, pulled back loosely
Eyes clear and chocolate brown
Glowing skin of a twenty something Latina
Polished Professional Polite
Not Geisha polite
A more sincere deference
Checking out of the Hilton
Frida asked sweetly, “Do you want help with your luggage?”
Jokingly I told her, no thanks, I just look old…
She smiled and said, “…but you’re rockin’ the beard…”
Like poetry, funny the effect a few words can have
The Great Water Debate There was a war going on at the senior complex.The Great Water Debate by xlntwtch
I visited the place to see how my Granny was doing, but she'd left a note on her door that said:
AT REC ROOM - COME SEE ME
That got me worried right there. Granny wasn't your ordinary person. I could think of a million reasons why she'd be evicted, and not one that would make her cheerfully go that close to the office. She had sort of a love/hate relationship with where she lived. As long as things went her way, she was happy. If they didn't, well, she was a force to be reckoned with.
I walked along the cement path between greenery and sent up a little prayer.
"No eviction, please," was all I asked.
I hated the sign beside the office because it said "Welcome Home," and it just didn't have a homey feeling anywhere. Except inside my Granny's apartment and garden. I walked through a mysteriously empty office to the rec room, where I heard
rabid thoughtsi can't stand egos.rabid thoughts by cristinewakesuphappy
i push people away
out of habit.
i want to wallow:
i will pig out
on meat and beer
and spend every cent
waste my night
with a stranger;
raise a dirty finger
i am leaving this city
without a word
and you won't see me
dive from the roof
and take in
and let wasps
feed on me,
each crude memory
ringing in my ears.
i will forget
my foolishness .
and start over -
a free spirit.
© April 22, 2015