Arcassin B: Favorites

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Maybe

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Ignatius Hosiana

Maybe

Maybe am crazy to think you won't break my heart
to think you came around to rectify that
to curve my world to round from the flat
maybe am crazy to once again trust my gut.

you're exactly what I've been searching for
the one to weave to back the shreds they tore
a passion that heals even my core
one like none that came before

or maybe this ends here, tonight
before it's touched by frail petals of light
like in fright a bird takes to flight
albeit it feels so right.

*can we survive the moment's sigh?
How'll we know without giving it a try?

#love #romance #crush #obsession

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

The Cycles Of The Moon

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Poetic T

The Cycles Of The Moon

Three motions, sisters wound
           on cycles of planetary
symmetry.

Knowing there is one,
        but so different
within the cycles of eternity,
                            till all's vacant.

#moon #sisters #stages

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Whose Name Is On Your Lips

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Dark n Beautiful

Whose Name Is On Your Lips

Whose name is on your lips when
You think of ***? : The man in bed next to you
or the hunk you saw walking down the street yesterday?
It has nothing to do with the hunk on the street
Or the man in bed next to you
It’s the joy of fulfillment,

Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows
For heaven's sake, it’s more to it than just letting it lay there,
Just for his enjoyment

As most usually calls it quickie, why not take time to
To Sautee the meat, and sipped the wine until the end
Instead to throw one back for a little relaxation session

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Rains

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

SB

Rains

A little fellow is delusional about saving the world
Just when he is about to be his hero
A usual alarm distracted him
A familiar character emerged to disrupt his mission
Soon he grasped it is his mother asking him to rise
and he battles himself to part from his favourite rug
Not glad about his victory dragged himself to be groomed
The minute cold water dashed his face
A blare seized his attention he recognized the petrichor
He flees from his spot in eager beamed through the french windows at the mist
Slashed the azure, gushed through the blues
Edge of the gateway his mum spotted elation in his eyes
A hope desired in pair as both shared the exact expression
He is pulled off the scene to be prepped
The overcoat and the boots are out to be used
His smirk displayed how overjoyed he is viewing his blue tiny feet
Anticipated to relish the mist he clutched his mum's pinky
Escorted towards the field skipped a step or two
Arrived at last he felt heaven touched his soul
Without further buzz, he ducked his mum and rushed like the mist
Bouncing and splashing all over, the puddles are scooped and danced in too
Sand angels everywhere turned the lay into a fairyland
His sensed unable to describe the affection
Drenched by the pour yet wants to relish till drained
Even without a Kodak time is captured in mind
By the queen positioned beneath the red umbrella witnessing the precise wish for the two
The rain committed to accomplishing the rainbow till extinct
At farewell, faith is a gift leftover for both
Expected to fall in before long
The season cherished the most
Rains

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

love poem…. “where love is…. the water and a star"

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

beth fwoah dream

love poem…. “where love is…. the water and a star"

star, sapphire of the water,
sapphire of love,

the moon, throws
off her jacket,
bares her flesh in the
autumn rain,

leaves melt to the
floor,
streams of gold
and amber
start to blur,

surreal landscape,
mooring rope of golden rain,
as you kiss me
i ***** into
your corners,

unwind like the
night’s sapphire
dew,
mesmerized by
the dark waters of
your touch,

mesmerized by your love.

thank you to everyone who has read this and helped the poem to do so well at this most wonderful web site :)

#loving #you

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

"More Weight."

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Joel M Frye

"More Weight."

In the face
of radical Christianity,
a devout pagan stands.

Where religion
aspires to govern,
spirituality
must voice its protest.

"One nation, under God..."
turns out to be
easily divisible.

All is not forgiven
when wrapped
in flag and cross.

This poem a futile gesture,
message lost amidst
the knee-jerks.

So long
as speech is free,
it must be said.

Jesus was a
great, holy man;
Herod was the governor.

For God's sake...
stop trying to turn
Jesus
into Herod.

Our population may be a Christian majority...but the Government of America has no official religion. America was colonized by people escaping the oppression of religions. We were once a spiritual nation, where every person could believe as they so chose.

I write not to be praised, but buried.

#freedom #speech #protest

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Daphne

Oct 2017 Arcassin B

Keith Wilson

Daphne

Red headed
fancily dressed
All of eight
four feet tall

I was all of six.
when at ten years
She emigrated
to Windermere

Now she's my next door neighbor
I emigrated too
After eighty years
We're both in Windermere

Sep 2017 Arcassin B

# pɛst/

Sep 2017 Arcassin B

Sonja Benskin Mesher

# pɛst/

is an issue, his head done in, he

don’t do surreal. he does money,

profit, & a perfectly good hug,

every visit.

then there is the gardener, been

there eighteen years.

very tidy.

no pests.

just me visiting.

sbm.

archaic
bubonic plague.
noun: the pest