don’t cry
we’ve a full life, don’t we
with full bellies
& you are here by my side
with love aplenty to fill our sail
own nothing & be happy
is what they’re bound to say
yet we’re happy anyway
are we not
you are mine & i am yours
too many fish in this world
are fighting to be upstream
near the lighthouse seen
no such thing as water in nets
only good days & some regrets
so, let’s be mindful, love
time is a loose spool
& the river winds on
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025
what happens there could happen here
clouds cover the sun at any time
gravity throw caution to the air
wind touch all the memorial chimes
losing all hope should be a crime
an offence to cry into one’s beer
a withered heart doesn’t cost a dime
either take your seat or pass the chair
step up now & shrug off your fear
you’re a human, not a ball of slime
walk on two legs & see how you fare
a perfectly plump man in his prime
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
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Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.
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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2017-2018
Pussy willow, pussy willow,
Where have you gone?
Hiding far away
From the madding throng.
Her feeble paw stretched out in a futile attempt to grab his attention. There was a new cat on the block, lean and lithe and graceful. The old cat had been ravaged by age and sorrow. Her face and body showed every single line of her life, every punch that had been thrown at her.
He sat there between his two lady loves, happy, content and blissful, blissful in the love that filled the room.
The old cat continued to stay lit upon his lap. He instinctively stroked her, tenderly, gently and often. She mewled and purred with pleasure.
The young newcomer quietly took up a position near the old cat. She was in sacred space now. The old cat was battered and bruised. Her beauty had been washed away by the tsunami of time. The new cat was a delicious mystery, exotic and unknown. That they should exist, side by side in harmony, in respect, was sublime. Pure love would prevail.
Energy shifts, exchanges, grows and releases. It sends forth its light into the universe. Somewhere, all this love and energy must have gathered to form starlight.
The old cat stirred restlessly. Yowling, she clawed into his hand gently, yet not enough to draw blood. She was weary and defeated. Her world was changing, crumbling. Chips were coming away and cracks appeared, but they were not enough for the eternal light of love to shine through. She shivered, cold and battered.
The young cat saw this and approached. She nuzzled the old cat lovingly. “You’re not old yet,” she was saying. “I need you to love me. I need you to teach me how to love this man. I need you to share this love with me.”
Sharing love, there’s a thought. If love is infinite, why should it not be shared? Starlight never fades. The universe is endless. Time flows, and life with it. Just as the shore changes over time with the tides, so love evolves, eroded by heartbreak that clears away the briar so that love’s purest nectar can come to rest.
The old cat stirred and wakened. She nudged her head against his arm. She noticed the new cat lying beside her. In a moment bound in starlight, she touched the new cat, both receiving and giving love.
The man sits there, happy and content, his lady loves entwined and bound in love for each other… and love for him.
by MADAM MARMOSET
© All rights reserved 2015
It’s so immodest, isn’t it? Sorry, guys… I couldn’t help it.
It’s too beautiful to be hidden. Thank you, Greg… Ayor anosh’ni ❤
(Yes… Aponi… Now you know one of my nicknames.)
1.
a thin branch full of leaves sanguine.
there’s a breeze. take flight
to do a fluttering
dance among the flowers
for the sun and random eyes.
2.
joy
is a hibernating bear
rising from dormancy
with a hungry smile
for a metamorphosis.
3.
imagination’s
a caterpillar
crawling
along borders,
across lakes, oceans
where we meet,
inspiring and merging
creative words,
sounds
and images.
4.
have you been
to the parties
in Mexico, Zaire,
New Zealand
and Central Asia
to Native America
where the Hopi’s
and
Navajo’s
were dancing for you
as single girls
don
hairstyles
in your image
for suitors?
5.
nature
carved your wings of awe,
with your mind and heart
splashing them
with colors of delight:
lime and orange
with specks
of black and rouge,
an exquisite
sight to see.
small.
delicate.
but a bit stronger
than first glances
assumed.
6.
so go on
fly on
let those wings
sing
a mid-summer song.
7.
go on fly on
i swear
there’s some drab places
in need
of your presence.
by GREGORY WAITS JR.
© All rights reserved 2015
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