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LIMERICK FOR OLD ROMEO Clodia, Catullus wrote Rome,
that you could but open your home
to my swift hot invasion,
and don't mar the occasion,
with lauds to that dolt - Cicero! Hm!
199TH DECADE EXTRACT It opened its three hundred and first eye, a misted lens in the face of stone. A pupil appeared, a black fly staring out and down through amber. There it moved, left, hesitantly right, then down again. Then sank back leaving the glass eye blind with damp light. After a moment, suddenly, the thing returned, dashed through the glass, toppled, fell out and down, past three hundred closed eyes, down. The concrete features hardly shrugged when the fragile shadow kicked the pavement, shattering near-soundlessly.
Seemingly massless, with boring slowness, a shadow left its crowd, caterpillared towards the shards. Now a matt piece of reflection topped its headhair, unwillingly lingering. The tortoise motion ended; a shell now stood absorbing the fleeing life this carcass had sipped up in its socket. The standing shadow stubbed the slumped one once with its foot, then its hair shook its reluctant reflection from side to side.
"She didn't even
Forever and a dayForever I shall love you
you have no need to ask.
Forever you shall feel my love
I will make you grasp.
I´ll prove to you there´s no better one,
no better one so true
cos everything that I will do,
I´ll do it just for you.
so please don´t start to doubt me,
never want to hear you say,
"How long will you still love me?"
Forever my love...
Forever and a day.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
I'd LoveI’d love to love you if you let me
I’d quickly fall apart for you
I would take all that you found heavy
And bear your burden through and through
I’d love to thaw you out in winter
And see you smiling every day
Though you might act cold and bitter
I’d see the warmth you hide away
I’d love to lie with you through sunrise
I’d watch the colours change with you
I’d love to love you for my whole life
If you could only love me too
December LoversDancing within the December light
lovers kiss under the cold rain
cast in the haze of synthetic glow
desperate on a lonely night.
Strangers in the shadows pass from sight,
mislaid tokens of distilled pain
where oil slicks and memories flow,
embrace to escape dreamless blight.
Bodies grasping a moment's delight
only a touch to keep us sane,
breath on the air is all that will show,
unknown faces appear ghost white.
In darkness lovers always burn bright,
untold regrets wash down the drain
a secret language in fallen snow
neglected hearts touched by frostbite.
Bring Me BackFor you
the moon will sing
and wake my heart
led through dreams by the melody
from the darkness I emerge to find you
revived by your own warmth
again I live
JadeCadé a pedra preciosa jade?
Mil Baús abri sem nenhuma sorte
Que lealdade à sua raridade!
Você é como sakura no norte
Encontrei a jade em terra ferida
Afundando nesta areia maldita
Eu tentei salva-la de tal angústia
Mas fui afogado pela maldita
Lépida ela ficou com o meu
Sofrimento, sou sofredor sofrido
Condenado pelo amor proibido
Não mereço este bom amor seu?
Ganância afasta-me desta paixão?
Achei minha paz nesta escuridão
SaltI want the easy love, head over heels.
Shred your bills and head to a white sand shore.
Eat fleshy foods, leave peach pits and orange peels.
Caressing by candlelight needs nothing more.
Live in a sheet of, encased in, good sweat.
Make love wrapped in a down feather cocoon.
Sleep after a chilly sea swim, still wet.
Sun pulls you from bed, talk late with the moon.
Let’s smash all our clocks, burn little black books.
Spend till we cannot afford to get home.
Catch ourselves dinner on hand-crafted hooks,
clean dishes with sand, wash up with sea foam.
I’ll take the hard love, we have candles here.
I’m in paradise, so long as you’re near.
The KeyIf you don't love me, too...
I don't know what I'll do.
I hope your heart understands,
That my heart's in your hands...
To do with as you will...
And bestow life or kill.
Whatever is your whim,
Be it bright or grim...
I've given you the key,
To unlock all of me.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
Falling in LoveCan pages and pieces of paper contain
That sweetest of feelings; do I write in vain?
The ink I have spilled, the words I have spelt
Do not hold that sentiment of which I have felt.
I send out my heart, gone a-roving to fetch
A trace of that feeling, unlikely to catch
And hold on for long to that vaguest of hope
Impossible to tether with chains or a rope.
A ship without anchor tossed on by the sea
Carries that feeling away from me;
A butterfly net with a gaping breach
By which the moth flutters away from my reach.
Far off it flies, but it will come again-
Return it will, though you never know when-
In a warm summer breeze, when the spring flowers grow,
With the bright falling leaves, with the white drifting snow.
Is this a glimpse of a heaven above
Sent down on the breeze on the wings of a dove?
Is this fragile fancy what I'm fondest of?
Is this the feeling of falling in love?
LOVE, SHE CAME TO TOWNSo much a man has locked fast, down inside.
He dives through days, comes only up to gasp,
to flail and try to pause, never to grasp
what he has lost, no doubts on what to hide.
But then that word, picked up in town one day.
A voice of hope came lancing through one's sleep.
"Love", it said; a timbre smooth and deep
made one's head turn - all blinders fell away:
She moves and talks among us, while her breast
sports ribbons bound invisibly to all,
each word, each movement draws my heart up there,
no jealousy nor fear is left to bear,
the secret inner door released. I call
her radiant wavelength, and forget the rest.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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