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 Jan 2015 Peter Watkins
The Noose
White river running
Delicately
Ethereal glow of
Twilight hues
Suffusing the atmosphere
Stark purple

Grass covered in aftermath
Of night's freezing cold
Miniature icicles
Tapering on mossy rocks
Melting with the sun's
Scattered rays
Unruffled indulgence
Bone-chilling splendour
In the arms of the mountain mist
 Jan 2015 Peter Watkins
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
 Jan 2015 Peter Watkins
Joe Cole
I had to go into town yesterday
Not something I enjoy doing
Anyway I decided to sit in the mall
With a coffee and study people
Instead of seeing happy laughing faces
For the most part I saw
Doubt
Sadness
And so I tried to visualize
What was going through their minds

The old couple sitting a few yards away
The old man thinking
Will I have another new year with my wife
Will she be spending next year sad and alone

Over there a couple of fresh faced young men
In their fresh clean army clothes
Laughing and joking as young men do
But what are they really thinking
Have I made a big mistake
With all the killing going on
I might not be around next year

The sad faced forty something woman
Shopping bag in hand
Why so sad
In her head the thought
I had to give the kids the best Christmas ever
Last year
But I hit the plastic too hard
So much debt now that I don't know how
I'm going to make end meet
Jimmies birthday next month
Poor little lads not going to get much

Oh dear, that weepy eyed girl
Dripping tears into her coffee
Black mascara tears
Smeared across her cheeks
Yep she's pregnant and her boyfriend
Of three months has kicked her into touch
People watching
 Jan 2015 Peter Watkins
Joe Cole
Vitriol and filth spill forth from
Its mouth in uncontrollable torrents
Akin to sewage but not sewage
For sewage is a by product of humanity
And can be recycled
No the filth spewing from this creatures mouth
Has been dredged up from the very depth of
Depravity
It poses as the feminine form of humanity
But I refuse to address it as such
It, the thing, the creature
Are the adjectives that best describe it
Ebola like it is spreading its filth across
Pages of this fine site
And Ebola like it is already infecting
The less strong for they are now retaliating in kind
Some here might call me hypocrite
Because of my constant duel with Loghain
But I say no because Loghain and I duel like gentlemen
But there is nothing that even fringes on decency
From the fetid gaping chasm that is the mouth
Of it
aka The Gutterslut
OK rant over
Troll be leery, troll beware
Troll we'll find Thee anywhere
In the toilet, neath the stairs
Anywhere Thee's rancor glares

Troll be leery, troll beware
Troll we'll find Thee anywhere
Laughing at Thee's haughty airs,
Boastful  words… but no one cares

Troll be leery, troll beware
Troll we'll find Thee anywhere
Faced with words where talent flares,
Leaves Thee startled, unawares

Troll be leery, troll beware
Troll we'll find Thee anywhere
In Thee prate or in Thee prayers
Be forewarned, our patience wears
 Jan 2015 Peter Watkins
JDK
I think of your poems when I'm in a crowd.
I memorize your lines and recite them out loud
into a sea of unsuspecting faces,
so that they fall in love with words, like I did yours;
strung together by the wisdom of your golden graces.

I want to bask in the glory of sharing your story,
and celebrate tonight in honor of you.
If I make your poetry a part of my life,
can I become a part of yours too?

I will tell you of their laughter and smiles.
How they wept, danced, rejoiced -
how the whole crowd went wild.

I want you to hear of their praises because I think you're divine.
I'll spend the rest of my days writing odes of thanks.
Forever indebted to you and your kind
for letting your words become mine.
Let's not get hung up on copyrights
Tonight
I want to make love with you
With chocolate and cream
I want to rub
I want to eat my fill
Until my goddess feels
She has been worshiped
fully
Tongue whirling
turning your ripe *****
into the temple of
sweet sensual fragrance
topped with cream
#tonight #chocolate #fill #goddess #worshiped #tongue #whirling #***** #temple #sensual #fragrance #topped #cream
Tracing the outline of your scars
Is like reading your soul.
The stories they can tell.
Just more parts to your whole.
Never cover them,
Do not be ashamed
Your scars show the truth
Of life filled with love and pain.
They are a part of you,
What makes you truly whole
I'll trace the outline of each scar
To better understand your soul.
For a friend.
You know who you are. :)
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