let’s not run away
next time they hunt us down
let’s stay there and look
at their bewildered faces
let’s sit on the dirty curb
have a smoke (though both of us don’t)
and watch as they’re chased away
by a freezing november rain
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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heaven folded in on itself
when the angels dropped like anchors
and with them all hope
by TONY SINGLE
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there’s whale song lilting in my brain
e’er beyond a distant shore
away from the fever dreams i
had circumnavigated
to be with you
in stoic avoidance i’d
edged between foam and dune
got shipwrecked in lieu of belonging
and realised this place was ne’er home
nor bullion of promises meant for me
was it e’er only me
this resolve i had to follow you
had it e’er been the face of god
that mine hands held out to enfold
there’s waters swelling o’er that shore
nigh on the embankment of my brain
and the whale song serenade
decrying happy e’er once upons
i finally see that i was satan all along
and ‘tween these flashes of meaning i
espy twin trails o’er bleary sands
one forged with longing, the other you
anchored away from expectation
the fading proof of our story
had i e’er only been
this resolve straining for you
was it e’er truly the face of god
or mine hands beheld to the prints of darkness
by TONY SINGLE
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There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood–
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
by BLISS CARMAN (WILLIAM) (1861-1929)
Public Domain Poetry
i like to dunk my head
beneath the water
see ‘tween her thighs
and blow bubbles
i like to come up for air
my lips to her knees
like hungry starfish
tasting high land
i like to smell the foam
slipping down her face
it gives me an excuse
to steal one more kiss
i like to feel her belly laugh
causing a tiny storm
as our old, creaky bath
overflows its banks
i like to take full advantage
of four of my five senses
tho’, alas, i can’t use my hearing aid
during naughty rub-a-dubs in a tub
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 