She pretends
she's still asleep
as he rolls out of bed,
prepares to leave

Oh well

there's plenty more
fish in the sea
and you have to fuck
a lot of frogs
before you find
a Prince

Laws of Nature Friend

Neither you nor can I change
All make a coterie of friends,
who read and then the poet thanks
thus
doubling the comments

I now do not lament
40 poems in 42 days
Have been read by 10500 times
So why worry?
Poetry too is a kind of business
No one has any love for you,
As long as for them
To compose you continue.

VALENTINE'S DAY SONNET by Ian Thomson

My love for her is like a cloak
Hung round her shoulders, keeps her warm
And oft like priceless Persian rug
Beneath her feet, she's safe from harm.

For her, my Love's a Summer Isle.
So blue skies every day she'd see.
My Love is hers', at her command,
For loving her is all to me.

Her Love is quiet and sincere,
I need no fireworks,for I know.
That where she bides is where I'll be
There is no other place I'd go

In the shadows of blue mountains
when Appalachians were frontier
war between the French and English
days of cruel bloodshed were here

On the river Keowee
in Indian village of same name
across the river from a French fort
dwelt a maid of lasting fame

Born a Choctaw, Issaqueena
stolen when she was a child
name was changed from Cateechee
raised to be demur and mild

Kuraga was her liege and chief
her Cherokee lord and master
who held firm in his belief
English settlers were a disaster

I love to be an early bird
to greet your eyes each dawn
gliding on our wings
in sunshine
homing to our nest
each night..

I love to spread my wings for you
wishing our dreams come true
night after night
our love takes flight
and soon we are
three from two

Now I become the keeper of our nest
with our loved one under your breast
hoping not
it falls and wails
when our nest and tree
are felled

and with them
our sanctuary..

"THE LADY OF THE NIGHT"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 5th February 2011.

slipstream dream
the furthest lines
edged
this forest scent

there is hungry rain
in the air for melting winter ghosts
there is savage annointments
neath the calling ice

these turquoise visions
speaking
the moist sky
scrubbed
in meaning

I Regret I Fear - part one

I regret, I fear, that you were ever here
Love so intense, I feel too much to my chagrin
not better to be in love and lose
better to have that love at any cost

languishing in desolation
wish I could keep you at arms length
you envelop my heart

supine in my grief I repent at the alter of my emotions
wracked with regret I’ve let this wound fester
repair the chasm, let the lesion coagulate

Winter rain falling
down the back of my red neck
dreams of coming spring

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PARTING SONG (WHY IS IT?)

Why is it that I must always end the things I start?
Why am I the only one who takes these things to heart?
And why is it that you don't feel a part of what I feel?
And can you tell me if my hurt is real?