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The secret life of Silence

The wind picks up
every sound,
background never heard before
like leather
breaking down in my sandal
and the pull of blood
from each heartbeat,

the woodpecker’s glide
over the house when he stops
beating his wings.

I turn off the furnace
unplug the fridge
kick the orchid out of the room.

Still, I hear snow
melting in the sun
and the girl next door
who knows
she will leave home
tonight.
– © T.L. Murphy –

Hi, I’m T.L. Murphy. I’m am a carpenter and a home builder,  a skier, a husband, a father and a grandfather,   I’ve been writing and publishing poetry for more than 40 years. No books yet but working on it.  I live in Alberta Canada on the edge of Banff National Park in the east slopes of the Rocky Mountains. Visit my blog @ https://tlmurphypoetry.wordpress.com/

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Secret Affair

I was born into a world of torrents
Fire, ice, rain and continuous darkness
Queer how sage maturity strips away
The layers of veils humanity hangs- hides
Culpability is replaced by a brazen stance
Curtains are stripped off- near bare naked

Brushed encounter- flame and ember
There were sparks from the get-go
Faint whispers from a hidden voice
Breathing again and again- just enough
To play imaginatively on the same wave

We seem to tease each other- at first
In that long shadow dance, from afar
Innuendos by others- red-faced me
whenever someone stumbled upon
Penning words to, unknown stranger
I’d withdraw, shamefully as if wrong

My innate drive helped drive- secretcy
And in time our fluency in façade
Became the clandestine of normalcy
We were our own spy like network

Jot down little notes, for later, formulating
Planning for a deeper more meaningful
Interaction- opening hidden treasure
Her darkness heightened my attraction
And slowly we- danced neath the moonlight
Which lead to more and more locations
Daytime encounters in semi-public shops
I was beset- helplessly falling and knowing it
Music playing help cover my love murmurs
Whenever others were closely around
Sometimes I’d catch myself- often-not

Maybe destiny felt betrayed somehow
Often staging my life changing events
Knowing I would flee instinctively to- her
Setting up close encounter happenstances
Far too easy to avoid- we toyed- we had too
My thirst had grown into a hunger, a need
Addiction label would lessen the definition

The physical desire aflame- undeniable
To soil upon the white lien, over and over
Sweat beaded, food wasn’t required
Interruptions were normally evaded
Or delayed- water near by- in reach
It became more than an affair- twas love
Of this, even this day I’m most certain
I’ve stopped trying to be the “best lover”
And concentrate on simply loving-her
With all my heart and soul has to offer
Often, I stumble, still she accepts it in stride

I’ve rarely taken her out openly- publicly
She’s never really complained or minded
As of late, masked for security reasons
Security of my childish insecurities mostly
I’m slowly desensitizing from a rush of fear
Concerned others can’t believe or understand
Which too often marginalized my-self before
Reinforcing all those past subjective taunts
planted a false palisade of my inadequacies
And jealous people brought about angry violence

But enough of foolish ignorance- this is really
About a long-standing love- long kept quiet
A love that no longer needs affirmation- silence
From a cruel and disheartening world at large
Needs no acceptance by academic scholars
Who antiquatedly still demand conformity
Wherefore art thou lover- I am love- enlightened

Its also about delving deep into one’s own soul
Bypassing corridors of cobwebs, haunting ghost
A cavern void of life’s restriction, expectations
Where self finally embraces the child and I-
All simultaneously, smiling and happily alive
Battle scars healing and hearts mended up
Yes, my love become- is with her- Poetry
Because, Poetry was born in love with…me

Poet of the Light © 2018

My moniker is Poet of the Light. I’m an average man living in America with experiences in love, life, dreams and loss.  Poetry in its own unique way like a lover, has taught me to let my heartfelt whispers go free and find their own home.  Some of those whispers are now slowing being released on my page @ poetofthelight.com

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Who am I?

Daughter of a preacher man
Stifled and scared
To tell him
I’m not who he thinks I am

My daddy was perfect
My mommy said,
The smartest man around
And best looking in town

He preached fire and fear
Opinions not entertained
God’s word is
Literally contained

He knew the truth
And knows it well
His message to the world
Repent or go to hell

@Ruth 2018

This poem is written by the very talented Ruth and she is finding her voice. You can visit her blog https://rhscribbles.wordpress.com/ for more interesting content!

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Dross blossoms

I’ll bring you flowers, but they’re no good
I’d give you gardens if I could
that sunflower
I see
with my eyes shut
in dusk hours
I’m the stem
that holds you up
you have me melting
into puddles of sunshine
your pools of azure only meant
for daunting dives divine
I’ll bring you blooms,
but they won’t do
for a woman who
outshines the moon
I’d borrow blossoms, beyond the stars
compared to you, they’re dross and scarred
can I give you flowers?
is a garden too much?
you’ve grown for hours
on my soul and such
I’ll bring you beauty
when I can
since that’s all I’ve seen
when I’ve peered within
– Scott

My name is Scott McLendon, and I’m from southern Alabama. I started writing poetry in high school because it was an easier way to express my feelings to girls than just speaking outright. I have segued my love for writing into a career in journalism. My blog is meanderingmclendon.wordpress.com and this poem is called dross blossoms.

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Lies

Lies….
I don’t hear anything but the lies
So many years have now passed by
Even though the time seems to fly
All I hear are the stories of earth & sky
They are covered up in nothing but the lies
Two persons’ biggest ever sacrifice
Twisted by you all into the greatest lie

They were in deep pain & sorrow
Trauma was residing in their marrow
Til their last moments they swallowed
They hid the reality to avoid the quarrel
To simply protect you both
It seems they took some kind of oath

But what did they get in the end?
Those who are still alive didn’t comprehend
The how, the what & the why
How could they even withstand?
To give the cute one far far away
But all they wanted was to help you pave
The life you both had dreamt
What’s the need to disrespect the dead?
You weren’t the savior back then which you pretend

This all became so powerful in my soul
All I wanted to do was to stop you & roar
When I saw how you delivered that lie
You didn’t even blink for a second your eye
In a moment you were that king
Who helped the poor souls with that thing
I wanted to cry & scream
You a sly
Why do you still deny?
Just stop telling anymore this lie
All you wanted to look good in everyone’s eyes
But can you even look deeper into your own eyes?
When your high was based on this pure lie

You see this ain’t a game of hide & seek
I feel I’m about to explode & get quite sick
All I want you now is to stop telling this lie
You are also hurting the ones who are still alive
You know that I love you
I always have
But I don’t understand
Why you cover your face & spit the lie?
I hope you would care for those who are now dead
The cute one must also know the real tale
Be the man & break open the shallow shell
So come out of your ego before you drop dead
                                                              Written by: Navin

I am Navin and I am from Denmark. An engineer / CAD technician by profession and I’m quite passionate about it. I express myself, share my experiences and what I realize through my poems, which I publish on my blog https://navinspoems.com/

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On words

It’s the kind words that hurt the most.
not the playground names but
the love you before you catch
the train to a new city,
the I’m proud of you when your father
takes your hand in his, mottled with liver spots .
the I’m sorry that transforms
comfortable anger into aching regret.

we are a powerless in the face of love,
held hostage by the threat that
it might slip from our fingers.
it is unbearable.
it is exquisite

©Sarah Collins

I am a writer and recent from the University of Cambridge in the UK. I love to write poetry, fiction and journalism and travel writing and regularly perform spoken word poetry. I love discovering new original poetry from writers on wordpress, twitter and instagram and am excited to see all the guest posts on this blog. My blog handle is sarahcollinswrites.wordpress.com

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Surrealistic love revelation

I will embrace the waves
under your lovely eyelashes
I will kiss the silence
under your sensual lips
I will caress the space
under your tender hands
I will melt like a piece of ice
under the rays of your soul.
– Vasil Georgiev

My name is Vasil Georgiev. I am from Sofia, Bulgaria. Lawyer by education.
I have two poetry books. I write poetry and less prose.
Visit his blog and read more from this author on his blog vgeorgart

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