shayarisms4lovers June18 262 - You’re My Reason for Living | A Poem by Joseph Romano

You’re My Reason for Living | A Poem by Joseph Romano

Every placed I go your fair face beams. You are a beautiful woman, you’re the woman of my dreams. Your heart is loving and tender and forever forgiving. You’re the reason I’m here, you’re my reason for living. You opened your heat and gave me a new life. Then you made me the happiest the day you became my wife. And just when I thought you made me the happiest man in the world. You presented us both with a new baby girl. And just when I thought we had all the happiness and joy. You presented us both with a new baby boy.

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shayarisms4lovers June18 159 - The Fountain | A Poem by P.K. Deb

The Fountain | A Poem by P.K. Deb

Naturally, the colossal mountain was icy and rocky — stood beside the slum of the half-fed and half-naked in a desert, the prayer and the importunity of their hunger and thirst reverberated in the open air and the sky of infinity, vibrated even the hard heart of the icy-mountain and at last succeeded to melt it down to a little fountain for them. A responsibility geared the fountain to flow down with water and wealth for the ever-thirsty and hungry who fidgeted and wept lying on the foot of the mountain, hence, with a sympathetic fuel it rushed down to the desert. Still, it sang, made the rock to clap and the fishes to dance, continued its well destined, brakeless and nap-less journey till it reached the desert of hunger and thirst of the indigents and watched their dry faces who ran towards it tumultuously to immerse their curse of suffering in the water of the fountain. Alas, suddenly the fountain was surrounded by the pillagers — the sun, wind, rocks, sands, trees and other suckers who plunged in to the fountain and snatched the wealth first and at last, soaked and sucked the water to its last drop in […]

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shayarisms4lovers June18 276 - Pain Became My Friend Today | A Poem by Shannen Wrass

Pain Became My Friend Today | A Poem by Shannen Wrass

Pain became my friend today She showed me how to hide She’d been watching from a distance Every tear I cried Pain became my friend today Reached out her hand to me Then pulled me into darkness Introducing misery Pain became my friend today She’s emptying my heart She’s now my constant companion Tearing me apart Pain became my friend today She isolates my soul Now without her I am nothing In her I’m consoled Pain became my friend today Saw me kneel down and cry Then she lay down right next to me Kissed my joy good-bye Pain became my friend today Acquainted me with sorrow Who showed me how to dwell in agony And fear the break of tomorrow Pain became my friend today She’s making my heart cold Pain became my friend today The only hand I hold

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shayarisms4lovers June18 234 - Communist Pillow Talk | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Communist Pillow Talk | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

“In my opinion, true love is expressed in reserve, modesty, and even shyness toward his idol, and never in temperamental excesses or too premature intimacy.” —Karl Marx, in a private letter, London, 1866. Come a little closer, my comrade and I’ll whisper my confession: Nothing turns me on like fighting against oppression! In the midst of class struggle there’s always time to snuggle. (Better red and in bed than bourgeoisie, I’ve always said.) Who cares if we wake the neighbors with the sounds of our surplus labors? For it’s more than evolutionary… If our love is revolutionary! So seduce me, my scarlet darling; let me give you a tickle. You got the hammer and I’ve got the sickle. Dialectical materialism is the tune to which we dance. Workers of the world Unite! There’s an insurrection in my pants. Visit Daniel at http://about.me/dklawitter.

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shayarisms4lovers may18 75 - Bushwhacked | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Bushwhacked | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

“The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war.” –John Lyly, Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578). Of all her many weapons, it was her voice that left me voiceless— like sunrise on a battlefield speechless with corpses. I tell you that her words were like war— a skirmish of metaphors wounding my already purple heart. Ambushed and bushwhacked booby-trapped and blown apart in the jungles of despair— I was captured with multiple fractures and was unprepared for this guerilla warfare. I am listed as: a prisoner of conscience a casualty of her barbed wire kisses and the double-barreled shotgun of her cocked and loaded eyes. She hardly even cried when she pulled the trigger and said: “This is war, kid.” Now… Go figure. Visit Daniel at http://about.me/dklawitter.

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 43 - Bitter Sweet | A Poem by Anthony Cannon

Bitter Sweet | A Poem by Anthony Cannon

Can you taste this? They wanna know how I feel about it. How I feel about holding back my pain and thankfulness for so many remorseful years. I account for the misery and woe in my bed sheets, All of the nights of losing sleep and waking up feeling so incomplete. But then again… The times I’m glad I’m still in God’s favor, Still sitting on my throne over a pristine spotless temple. Not ashamed of the tread of my feet I trod. This potent wine I spill from my abode freezes solid- Hard as rocks as they drop to deliver panic and unnecessary persecution! This is bitter sweet. I’ve been picked over, left for dead, dissed at and forgotten, They say my time has ran out, But how could I believe this nonsense I’m reciting to you? Can you believe this? I rise up and stay above it, Thinking to myself I’m on my own island of continuation… That this lonesome, dark, pitch black nightmare will never end. Go all the way to gehenna and back and still ceases to not exist. This is bitter sweet. Like how I’m ecstatic but it breaks my bones and crushes the marrow. […]

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shayarisms4lovers June18 255 - My Beautiful Mary | A Poem by Joseph Romano

My Beautiful Mary | A Poem by Joseph Romano

When I look into the heavens, yours is the only face I see. You are not only my lover and wife, you are my future fantasy. Of all the woman I’ve ever known. You my darling Mary are the one I chose to be my very own. No other woman has done so many beautiful things to me As wonderful as the things you’ve done to my fantasy. I can live my life for a hundred or more years. There is no other woman that can bring to me so many happy and joyful tears. Mary my darling I love the way you took and molded me. You took and made me into the man I thought I could never be. We’ve been married now for sixty five years or more And to this day you are the only one I love and adore.

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 43 - High Wire | A Poem by G.S. Katz

High Wire | A Poem by G.S. Katz

passion and romance and then the opening the walkway looking west a small cutaway I held you close staring into your laser eyes holding you tight tenderness spinning out of control but a new control emerged one you knew was buried deep in my brow matching you stare for stare electrons and gamma rays cross stimulation I took your smile and marked it with my glare taking you under my wing protecting you feeding you giving you breath tasting your submission leaving you hungry for more…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 272 - Shadowboxing | A Poem by Jeremiah Castelo

Shadowboxing | A Poem by Jeremiah Castelo

My shoulders are well oiled axles, my fists are cannon balls I am an uncompromised, uninhibited, and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness I am the statue of fastholding, chiseled down from black diamond by the strong hand of craftsmanship I am chaos’s more stable second cousin, and favored uncle to the prodigals, the proliferates, the princes, and the prodigies I am the lion’s heart beat, the war drum’s sporadic syncopation I am the wolf pack’s collective sixth and seventh senses, keen on the scent of blood, fear, and impending annihilation I will not sway to the breath of your voice nor will I stagger at the wind your weather weaves Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused intolerance, behind which is a wall, and behind that wall, an army I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once should my name birth from your lips I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles, and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour I promise to empress upon you pressure, of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution But the only revolution that will come of […]

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 25 - My Harsh Words | A Poem by Joseph Romano

My Harsh Words | A Poem by Joseph Romano

My wife Mary is the most beautiful woman that ever lived. Mary has a heart so big and is always ready to forget and forgive. Mary has stuck with me for some sixty four or more years. And last night my cross words made My Mary cry a river of tears. Last night the heat of then moment caught me off guard. And the words I exchanged with Mary were mean and hard. Forgive me my beautiful Mary for the harsh words I said. It would have been better my dear if I had eaten and digested them Instead.

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 38 - Dumpling | A Poem by B Yvette Yun

Dumpling | A Poem by B Yvette Yun

Mama kneads the dough, dips her fingers into the cloud as if, each time, they fade, then reappear. I drop a ball into her palm. She rolls, then squashes it, palms flat, forming a perfect circle. She hums that Chinese lullaby — the story of Mouse feet tapping, then the thump of Lion’s heavy paw. Plop the mix of ground pork, spinach, scallions, soy sauce in the middle of each circle. Fold the edges over, crimp one side in a graceful two-finger ballet until a white quarter moons appears. Lion lifts Mouse, brown eyes hungry. Bring water to boil, slide each dumpling in. They’re ready when they rise to the top. Scoop the slippery half moons into white porcelain. Lion pours spicy sauce over Mouse, swallows in a single gulp. Good, Mama says, smiling.

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