lovers

Posted on January 12, 2019 by

lovers by anelephantcant

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lovers

some lovers we barely remember
some lovers we never forget
some lovers we knew only fleetingly
some lovers we have not yet met

we fall in love so easily
with a face or a smile or a voice
the first sight or sound entrances us
we no longer have a choice

love is filled with endless clichés
the way she walks the way she talks
but it all comes down to this one thing
when she’s there our world just rocks

we forget a name from six months ago
remember eyes unseen for twenty years
and one we held for a few short weeks
we love still through the happiest tears

we live in hope of a last great love
the one who makes this life worthwhile
but perhaps she’s back in our native land
while we live in blissful exile

I will finish by telling the truth now
to the lover I’ll never forget
you know who you are, my angel
I miss you always without any regret

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the night

Posted on January 5, 2019 by

the night by phil burns

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the night

each evening the sun goes down
shadows move and pain hits deep
that’s when I face my inmost fears
and evade the clutch of sleep

I lie awake avoiding dreams
I pray dawn will be here soon
I know the nightmares linger still
on the dark side of the moon

the darkness drifts into my heart
I anticipate the fright
from crannies slither nameless beasts
who live and breathe the night

I huddle with wide open eyes
seeking the purity that saves
but grass and earth are thrust aside
as children leave their graves

all this I see but now I sense
black spectres’ putrid breath
the misery that feeds my life
keeps me from blessed death

I pay the price for long past sins
when I marched with Satan’s horde
because there’s a price for every soul
so I reap my just reward

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i can write

Posted on December 29, 2018 by

lovers and tides by anelephantcant

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I can write

I can write a poem
to describe the starlit skies
and to tell you how the moon affects
the lovers and the tides

I can write a love song
to describe a summer day
full of bright-hued flowers and butterflies
and parks where children play

I can write a story
to describe a sweet romance
how we first kissed beneath a lamppost
and walked on golden sands

I can write a story
to describe how we found love
but comedy turns to tragedy
and my words are not enough

I can write a love song
to describe your smiling eyes
and how your hair blows wild in western winds
you think all my words are lies

I can write a poem
to describe in rhyming verse
how you make me feel when you are near
but you never read my words

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lazy sky

Posted on December 22, 2018 by

the childless fisherman by anelephantcant

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lazy sky

a solitary white-sailed boat strolls by
on a silent still-born breeze
late afternoon clouds are tainted in blood
looking awkward and ill at ease

palm trees silhouette on a lazy sky
surprised by the colour of the night
shadows distressed by the smiling moon
the trembling darkness is scourged by the light

relaxed on the forbidden jetty
with its bold no entry sign
the childless fisherman eyes the waves
contemplates wryly the end of his line

grass painted green by autumn deluge
dog paused for news beside the stream
tumbling angrily under the bridge
all these belong in the insomniac’s dream

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do flies go to heaven

Posted on December 15, 2018 by

cockroach in heaven

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do flies go to heaven

I wonder if flies go to heaven
and is it the same one as ours
clearly butterflies must
to sprinkle magic dust
otherwise who pollinates all heaven’s flowers

I wonder if cockroaches go to heaven
do they scurry around at high speed
do they come out at night
to give people a fright
do they satisfy some celestial need

I wonder if frogs go to heaven
can they croak as loud as they like there
do a million tadpoles
achieve individual goals
or do they still get eaten by pike there

I wonder if rats go to heaven
are they still an affront to the eyes
do they scurry around
in whatever rubbish is found
or does everything sparkle in their paradise

I wonder if bigots go to heaven
and how happily they fill their days there
hating Blacks and Chinese
and folk who pray on their knees
thinking that they should not be in the same place there

I wonder if we all go to heaven
and if so then what is it worth
do we stay unfulfilled
until we reach this next world
the poet prefers to live his life while he is on earth

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when you left

Posted on December 8, 2018 by

daffodils and daisies by anelephantcant

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when you left

when you left you took the sunshine
you took the summer and the spring
you took the daffodils and daisies
you took the songs the songbirds sing

you took the autumn evenings
you took the moonlit night
you plucked the stars out of the sky
you extinguished all the light

you left behind the winter
the snow fall thick and fast
you blew the hailstones in my face
the leaden icy blast

you took the joy out of my life
you took the smooth left just the rough
you took everything I care about
the smile and the heart I love

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angels and mermaids

Posted on December 1, 2018 by

angels and mermaids by Carolina Sartor

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angels and mermaids

angels fly high and mermaids swim deep
neither murmurs a discordant sound
until the human truth betrays them
when they drift too close to the ground

when they drift too close to the ground
it is possible to tentatively find one
and carefully nurse her back to health
with the aid of a gently benign sun

with the aid of a gently benign sun
and love he restores her fully to life
but although she is everything he desires
he refuses to make her his wife

he refuses to make her his wife
he understands she will soon wither and weep
and so he sets her free because
angels fly high and mermaids swim deep

you cannot love
a butterfly
by pinning it to a wall

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