The Poets' Place

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Waves

God Damn that stewpid Dutch Kid!!!

...took 'is thumb out!!!

~DarkWind

seaweed grabs my feet;

chill blows black waters

under white foamy surf.

mossy rock juts out wet,

covered with droppings

of gulls.

it is so easy to drown

in those waves.

~susan

Unnameable stuff moves at different speeds

and with varying strengths, stretching, thinning

or nearly imperceptably shrugging

A siamese tortoise and hare, the one sleeping

away a course dream with it's sight and hearing

muffled with grass and clogged with sand's dampness

Like watching a speeding child skip past solid

cemetary headstones - tossed as they are

like sail boats on the sea this way that way

Private rhythms, the bawdy jig of

starling's clattering heart beats contra

to the slow winding waltz of an American sky

How sweet to feel your sand-sucked feet

Picking out the steady beat

~lev

Now,
absorbed in the feel
of you,
your hair streamed
over my face,
eddies playing
across my cheek,
your lips
near my ear
with whisper of words
rolling over me
in indecipherable tide,
soft flesh here
where my thumb
rides the curve
of your breast
surging upward
to the nipple,
your body
drawn tightly here
in muscled current,
pulling me inward
to the ocean
you hide
between your thighs,
I am so hungry still
and know myself
lost.

I will drown in you.
I will not care.

~Ron

Ocean, you are a fat girl in a frilly dress.
you have consumed boatfulls of men
and kept their hulls for homeless fish.

Only the albatross can span your blue
without the fear of being drowned, and
even he, wing weary, needed an island.

~helen

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