Everyone – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Pulchritudinous – RDP Monday

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Everyone

Of pretty things
what is the order,
is it all forensic, quartered,
or lusted gynaecology
a micro world of disjunction
that angry misogyny
looking to land a trophy
or perhaps sapio pretensions,
an inner dreamland
formed of saccharine voices,
doesn’t pretty force an and or
which leaves us at ugly
by a cruel fantasy,
an absence of truth,
yet it stares right at us,
pretty is surely the
heart of love and light
an effervescence of life
the sparkling eyes
soft words
hands
running
looks
someone
everyone
surely.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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triumph

Annette Rochelle Aben

Momentum

What a great feeling

Energy

Direction

Perseverance that pays off

Tangible results

©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben

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Quotations on Racism

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“Our true nationality is mankind.”

                                                                     H. G. Wells

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“No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior. All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them”

                                                                    Elie Wiesel

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“First, you stoke hatred and fear of minorities. Then you round them up and put them in camps. Next, you send out raiding parties to get those who have been driven into hiding. The armbands come next right?”

                                                                  Stephen King

“Never ignore racism; never discount bigotry. It is the lifeblood of fascism and tyranny, and it is crucial to remember that a dictatorship can happen anywhere, including in the U.S.A.”

                                                                 Charles F. French

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Silently Engraved

Stella

Years of tired in his blue eyes

Hard worked hands to the bone

Earned wrinkles just starting to show

When he spoke people listened

His stature of 6 foot shadowed much taller men

His strength held high respect

His smile rocked her world

He called her attention with his presence

Holding his hand placed this everlasting crown on her head

The Earth sighed to the sound of his voice

The dirt he stepped on was in beautiful harmony

Trees swayed to his motion

His lips…oh his lips tasted of sweet nectar

And words rolled off them ever so gently

A humble man, a quiet man

Inside his 36 year old skin was an 80 year old body

On his heart there was an expiration date silently engraved

On that carefully planned date

The birds lost their whistle

The morning glories could not open their eyes

A veil was over the…

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One Giant Leap…

Lesleykluchin

It is difficult to believe that it has been 50 years since we put a man on the moon in 1969. I was in college 50 years ago, and that seems equally hard to believe!!! But it is true none the less.

In the summer of 1969 I decided to stay at the University of Miami because I wanted to graduate in 3 years rather than four, and so I took summer classes. Now that I think about it, that seems like a ridiculous plan because I should have just cherished my youth and my freedom and enjoyed every second of my college days. However, I thought I knew everything back then and so I had other goals.

Anyhow, I can clearly remember watching the moon landing in the dorm room of a girl on my floor. She had a tiny TV set up on her desk. The only other…

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Hope Dripping

Sarah Doughty

“The hope dripping from your lips
never tasted sweeter. And I never
wanted to stop kissing them.”

And I felt it, the excitement, in your fingertips. The wonder sparkling in your eyes. I felt the future you craved oozing from your heart and pumping through your veins. And that hope. The hope dripping from your lips never tasted sweeter. You see, I knew what you wanted from me. The taste of all that you wanted overpowered my senses and it felt like flying. But I knew. Eventually I’d come crashing down. Eventually, I’d see the excitement fizzle out. I’d see the sparkling dim. I’d hear the strong beat of your heart lose its focus. And eventually, the hope I tasted would mirror my own sadness.

© Sarah Doughty

How could I let that happen
to someone like you?
Does that make me a monster
for trying to hold on
to…

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Morning Love

Go Dog Go Café

Your hands reach over

find me under the covers

pull me in

against your naked skin

and morning arousal

you brush your hand

tenderly down my back

and over my bare little ass

admiration of female form

luring your desire

my foot caresses

up and down your leg

silent voice whispering

yes

keep going

I want you

your hands answer

continuing their exploration

warmth of you

quickly awakens

my love senses

your search spreads my thighs

fingers gently press

my center

breathy moan of pleasure

escapes my lips

call for needing more

ready and eager

we take the morning

our own way

syncing

thrusts of passion

with cries of rapture

crescendo of bodies

lighting the dawn

beginning the day

in throes of love

©MidwestFantasy

03/24/2018

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Searching the Secrets

Go Dog Go Café

Let my breath

capture yours

bring it along

my sensual pathway

begging exploration

by two

together let’s

search the secrets

of intense heat’s power

how it fuels desire

radiates through every blood vessel

ignites neurons of carnal need

sparks out of control

across every inch of yearning skin

let’s claw our way

slowly through the burn

never letting go

of each other

until we peak

and let go together

©MidwestFantasy

03/16/2018

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Braincase Blues

I Write Her

shit just got real
life fucking hurts

emotions pour in
tumble out to empty me

an audience of one drama
spectators get the cliff notes

all thoughts on repeat to the nth degree
pain drags like spikes in my grey matter

good memories hurt
good feelings replaced with pain

every nerve lit
but deadened

i need time, meds, answers
and rest

i need life not to suck so much

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Rising Sun – A Quadrille – Poetry For Healing

Rising Sun – A Quadrille As it finally breaks the dawn stealing from the nigh It wakens the sleepy birds as it bathes the world in light

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