Let me Near

Getting off the train in Chicago,
the strong wind,
urgent like me.
Each waft carrying my steps
in the direction of home. It’s as if
nature knew it was time for us. I’m so ready
to capture what sustains me. I’ve missed you,
your silhouette, and your substance.
Being close to you is a memory I pull from.
It keeps me sane while I’m away. This couple
defining what a day needs is everything to me.
Longing to share of myself, my legs
hasten their pace. I want to be
wrapped in the space we create.
I’ve missed your light touch
caressing my face, and
the sweetness of your kisses
has haunted me for weeks.
The questions of workdays take
a backseat while we rediscover
the single-best thing of the us we are.
The focus in your gaze tells me I
was right to hurry. It keeps me coming back,
again and again.

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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You are the Grandest Thing Alive

Foiled by a pen,
Wrote a word too embedded in love,
Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,
And marked my heart,
Words that should raise,
Though thwart
My heinous mind.

Fairy of the night,
With wings that shed flakes of snow,
There is, for you, a palace you should know.
It was for when we created peace,
By a night dipped in passion,
Eyes upon Heaven,
And bodies burned in Hell.

We shed dew into a new morning,
And made honey in our embrace.
Love brought time, apart,
While we danced the bed to start
A reverberation,
A cherishing,
A longing.

Love grows like thorns upon the rose,
While lust sinks the petals to wilt.

Kiss me, once more, as I write this verse,
Kiss me with the memory of when we first conversed.

Short Bio: My name is Peter A.W. Wyatt, and I have had a passion for writing for almost 5 years, now. My love for writing began with a love for a certain type of atmosphere in music. It is an atmosphere that can belong to many genres, so to state which genre seems a bit vague, to me. It is an atmosphere that relates much to “melancholy”. I love the feel of it, and I suppose it is because in today’s world, we are surrounded by comfort and ease, due to new inventions and technology. As a result, people like me are drawn to “deeper emotions” that have to do with the “gloom” and “grimness” of Autumn or Winter, or some such. Due to this atmosphere, I find myself in a cold room, drinking a cup of hot tea, and writing some verse or some prose that expresses my emotions.

Blog Link: https://romances.blog/

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Teaching Moments

it’s annoying
and disappointing
you vow one thing
and do another

where is the care
you promised
i count on it
only to be let down

i gave you
too much credit
trusting you
to do your one job

fulfilling the deed
you signed up for
i should be able
to believe you’d deliver

“My word is my bond!” you said
that commitment
was and is
bullshit

things get
out of hand
you expect me
to pick up the pieces

like i always do
like an obedient servant
dutifully
avoiding defeat

but in the end
i
take the hit
this party’s over

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Beautiful Adventure

From here I wish a quick departure
to visit a people alive with culture

I want to venture to a foreign land
be free to escape the daily demand

A bucket list item for many a year
want to scratch an itch so severe

Blue skies and white beaches beckon me
where lovers and bronze bodies are free

A history rich with art, poetry, and technology
where sophistication spawned prodigy

A magical destination calls my name
oh, Greece, you’re my aim

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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To Bristol Town!

Busy, busy, busy bus:
can you handle all of us?
Filling upstairs; filling down…
Can you take us all to town?

P’rhaps we won’t stop anymore,
now there’s no space – seat or floor.
‘Less someone wants to alight…
through crowds they’ll have to slip or fight!

Now we’re trav’ling pretty fast!
Not far left this journey hast.
Traffic, traffic: sud’nly gone!
To bottleneck elsewhere you’re borne.

Busy, busy, busy bus:
can you handle all of us?
Filled’s the upstairs; filled’s the down…
Now, take us on to Bristol town! 

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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You

You loved me.. You hurt me.. you chose me..and then you didn’t.

Hi! Cadlynne Dovel here, hopeless romantics. Withering relationship, mother of one and animal lover beyond what words can express.

Blog: https://n0tyetforgotten.wordpress.com/

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Festival

The wise men followed a star
We’ll follow the drum
And the smoke of the bonfire
For unto us, born is a son

Here comes the night,
Colored hands and bright faces
To the rhythm we sway
Dazzled in the moonlight
Exquisite is the evening

Clouds are lifting
Old demons are fleeing
The earth is trembling
As the ancestors rise up in celebration
The old men are stifling an ear-to-ear grin
While women grind corn under stone pallets

So let’s dance and sing;
Sing to the tune of the night
Dance to the rhythm of the breeze
Let’s feast and merry
For unto us a king is born
We will dance to the love
And celebrate in its beauty

I’m Jamin Clement. A Kenyan Poet and Creative fictional writer. I love writing as much as I love reading. Follow me on my blog @ j4min.wordpress.com

Facebook @ Jamin Clement.

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