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    • Hunt or be hunted.

      Another day has come and gone without me being inside you, without you feeling the threat of  an animal waiting to devour you?   Here I am, still potent,still hungry, still stalking you,my prey. I could force myself on you. But I'm an animal not a sinner.   Why...

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      Anniversary

      Every year, it comes  unbeknownst  that quiet hour of passing  that date awaiting etching to  marble memory  and I  oblivious to finality  marching, marching, marching,  my matters to attend  I do not bend  to notice  nor pause consideration  to...

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      • It doesn’t look very happy, does it? LOL
        Thanks for reading, Peter!

      • I can make it happy for you….lol

      • As it may be a memorial for the passing of someone, it holds a momento mori!

        • It’s really contemplating the day of your death in advance… the anniversary to come that only others will remember. There’s a date and an hour that you live through every year which will one day be your very last moment.

          • I don’t know why your reply reminds me of a Nickelback’s clip video. Haha
            Yes, totally true!

      • That would be the day I follow suit… I don’t remember I have read this… you’re hiding things from me…mmmmm

      • Actually, I’m a fan of Emily Dickenson, and this is inspired by her work

      • Dear Poetess 🌿

        One would be hard-pressed to come upon a more impacting or meaningfully deep poem, rendered as thoughtfully, intelligently, and distinctly in Freestyle form, in homage to that enigmatic moment, individually awaiting us all.
        The entirety of this piece grabbed and held tightly; yet, the following lines of verse struck and admonished – just a bit deeper:

        “I do not bend
        to notice
        nor pause consideration
        to the end ” (heed we do well to prepare)

        Literally everything’s done masterfully to sheer perfection, Ma’am: Introduction photo and title, presentation, grammar, emotive power, sombre ambience, line-breaks, enjambment, vivid metaphor, and solemn imagery … everything, spot-on.

        Again, I bow in reverence, gratitude, and respect for showing us how it’s done! ⁓ Richard🌾

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        Soapbox: Here’s my 2¢ worth – dragged from dusty archives.

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        ON LIFE † ON DEATH

        From the unknown we come to the unknown we return.
        we’re but brilliant flashes in the infinitely ethereal⁓*

        -~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•§•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~-

        THE SUN….
        setting at one point rises at another;
        every moment of its motion is a setting and a rising.

        For, as the sun rises in its setting and sets in its rising
        … so is Life~so is Death …

        We die when we are born and are born when we die.

        Death~Sunrise … Sunset~Birth

        ALL THESE….
        are but the thoughts~dreams~fears of the
        … Blind and Sleeping …

        For, all Life is a death beginning and all Death is
        Life continuing, neither separate from the other.

        -~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•§•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~-

        In contemplation to the “impossibility” of coming from nowhere and going to nowhere, with no source and no destination.
        This realization can bring great comfort from the loss of those who have left us, “that” there has
        to be an eternal somewhere for Them … for Us.

        Richard W. Jenkins
        ©2007

        • As always, I just want to slobber all over you, Richard. Can you seriously make me throb any harder? My God. The last time anyone complimented my poems this emphatically, I screwed him in his classroom after my exam… no condom and no lock on the door. Yes, we were interrupted. Ask me if I gave a shit.

          So, professor… how long before your next class?

          xoxo

    • 24 hours ago

      24 hours ago our bed held only the ghost of my shape & you breathed like nothing was missing   i wanted to shout from the spare room (i’m not there i’m not there) but sleep had stitched your eyes shut with trust   the saddest thing was not that i left but that you didn’t feel the cold   where i wasn’t   or if you...

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      Second Coming

      Ten, nine, eight,seven, six, five, fourBehold, I knock upon the doorthat whosoever… three, two, oneWe have ig-ni-tion.Orian sighs and by his breath,all life returns from after death.A swarm of ships from Heaven’s realmamass and duly overwhelmthe somber dark before...

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      • You make me tremble every time I read your words … and wonder where the hell do you even imagine such things… no not hell..you must be one of those aligned in outer space

        • I want to make you tremble, Sam. I like to think I’m one with the force… and you keep pulling me to the dark side. Well, let me hold your light saver.

      • Did I not tell you that I’m running for Pope? Where has my mind been? I mean, I think it’s about time for a female Pope, don’t you? Enough of these old guys who can barely walk. I could be much more exciting on the balcony.

      • Kisses to you, girl! Fly with me…

      • and a big, “Give it to me Daddy”

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      The Elegance of Our Sunset

      Death shall have a dominion.Dawn’s birth to day’s life,Dusk’s decay to the death of night:Tis’ not our mortal decision.Youth’s innocent juvenility,Vitality’s vibrancy,The elegantly decaying morbidity,A corpse in the clay of its grave perishing –The funeral of darkness at moonset.Morning’s...

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