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In My Mind’s Eye by David B. Pincus

A thousand times I have seen you, seen you in my mind’s eye.
Once upon a time you were there, for real, but not now, ever
When you went away my world crumbled and all is ruined, dust
Where did you go? So far away I could not see or hear you.

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Tick-Tock by LaToya Ann Jackson Talley

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
So fleeting is the time.
The bills to pay, the clothes to wash,
and the kids to bed by nine.
Where do I find the time?

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Oh, where do the hours go?

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Passion’s Answer by Megan Anderson

Radiating with desire,
This hunger will not tire.
The heart knows all too well,
What the lips ache to tell.

The eyes begin to dance,
No more concern for romance.
A slight touch of the hand,
Weakness sets in and you cannot stand.

This passion yearns to be fed,
A tangled mess of naked flesh falls to the bed.
The nails claw and tear,
Hair and sweat are all you wear.

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Darkness Morn by Dana Cheer

Hope begins aglimmer
In the form of a ray of light
That slowly begins to scatter
Against the darkest of the night

Blinded no more are we
On our hopes that were forlorn
Now that we finally see
The light of darkness’ morn

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“Time” a Poem by Robert Black

It is not you I hate
It is time that has done me
Made me feel old when I was young
And look old when I feel young

Sure I chased you
And never found you
But you kept that spark alive

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Dirty Laundry by Bob Shakeshaft

Small terraced windows
squinting eyes
behind curtains netted
faces onto the street
to snare a fresh gossip
smeared by a bad mind
carelessly harming
him or her

play – staged a small street
a clean name…linen hall

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Drop Your Mask by Maria Thompson Corley

Drop your mask
and let me watch you
unfold
like the tongue
of a butterfly.

Probe my pistils
and my stamen.

I am
the rarest flower,
the chocolate orchid;

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In Dreams by Brea Viragh

I dreamed of you.
Before we met I knew
That somehow, some way,
You were mine.

Through foggy, disjointed
Sleeping images
Your hand touched mine
And I felt the heat.

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Ode to My Body by Natalie Swain

You carry me.
So heavy is my
Soul,
A burden on the
Soles of your feet.

Your curves
Flow like a
River to the
Sea of
Becoming.

How I have abused your
Unassuming welcome –
Ravished receptacle for my
Loss of
Faith.

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Your Last by Rebecca Cherrington

I don’t mind I’m not your first kiss
but I want to be your last
I don’t care what’s happened before
the past is the past

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Scars by Beatrice Preti

And when I grew weary of all of the scars
I counted the scabbed bits littering my heart
And picked them off quickly,
so no one would see
All of the damage that
they’d done to me

But it hurt when I pulled,
and all the bits bled
It made my heart ache, and
it stained my hands red

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There Will Come a Day by Hazel MacMahon

There will come a day when the sun no longer
Shines,
She will have been ripped and scorned
By a force not benign,
The sky will close up with scores
Of infinite grey,
And you will burn with the pain
Of him having passed away,

There will come a day when the leaves no longer
Grow,
They will have been plucked and fallen
Down the darkest hole,
The branches will droop diminished
And you will sacrifice your hope
Of saving his last few minutes,

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Triptych by Lorcan Black

I.

This air is the air of an oven,
it is so deathly hot.

For days the sun has been crisping the microbes.
A boy has disappeared from the village.

2AM and the foothills of the Pyrénées
lit with light flashes between the dark spaces of trees,
foliage on foliage.

Sparks of light glitter the mountain sides.

Up here- mountains before us, village below us-
it’s like an ant farm, lines of lights
following the twists and turns between
row after row of houses

scaling slowly into the mountains
for the third consecutive night.

II.

The day it happened,
we’d walked into the foothills,

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When You Told Me by Hazel MacMahon

When you told me you had found someone else
I said “Okay.”
Because I found her lipstick here
The other day,

What I don’t understand, however,
Is why you thought I wouldn’t notice
Her shadows on the sheets
After you had been together,

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There is No Peak – Sexy Erotic Poem by Cyntax

As a child, mommy told you about fire,
Playing with it… consequences are dire.
So when we first spoke and my gaze was magnetic,
I warned you of the danger, but you told me to “forget it.”

When lips touched, Niagara’s falls heightened up speed,
The waves crashed faster, so I just took the lead.
Emotions were high. Might as well call it weed,
DNA spilled profusely. You chose to let it bleed.

Me? I’m no angel. I’m guilty as charged,
Convicted of attraction. Eternally at large.
The judge should throw the book at my seductive soul,
Probation wouldn’t work. Control is my goal.

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Nevermore by Lewis Stevens

Once I was your hero,
Promised forever and a day.
Sad eyes reflecting, two times two,
Somehow hands held slipped away,
And love moved another way.

Starlight on waves that swayed,
Misty cloud dreams from the first of days.
Thus glowing comet trails pulsed as if to say:

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Of Ashen Mind by Edward J Davis

Unfound along breath’s existence,
Heart of none, exhausted blank
Deaden to hopes, black holes gnashing pit
Love lays slaughtered amongst sanity’s skin
Truth bare, broken hearted growls.

Tree of life bends now tree of death,
Will for one, all for naught.
When will arid soul give way to soaring rains?

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The Art by Olivia Mock

The way you brush my body with your hand
sends a bolt of lightning through my veins so
powerful even Zeus could not withstand.

Longing to feel the pleasure of your blow
as I hold the rod of your love. My dear,
I know our roots will not go much deeper.
For now, like atoms, I want you as near.

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One Summer, One Lifetime by Leslie Anne

You pick up a stone along a path
to carve into the shape of your heart
Your eyes sparkle under a moonlit sky
Or is it just my imagination?
You offer it to me with thousands of promises
and I take it, no questions asked

Sweet words slip from your lips
but it tastes bitter on my tongue
You wrap me in a tight embrace
and I choke on the crisp night air

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Awake at Night by Palma Mingozzi

How many chills
Spent in a restless night
They come and go
Between turns in light-stars
in the shaded dark

And how many thoughts on my mind
Papers thrown out in a basket and
How much nonsense exists in a sigh

How primitive is
Man at first rising in the early morning light
Celestine is the color of the sky today
And she smiles at the scent of coffee
Poured in a ceramic brown cup that steams vaporously

Today I am no longer attracted by the
Chasing after of a dream
For those who want it
They can go and get it

Today I am alone with my thoughts
In my silence
I have no worries
I am convinced that life is sincere
That death is accepted

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