Monthly Archives: June 2015

Apologia ex Britannia ad Americam

For all those so-called Christians, no

better than beheaders, for

Confederate-nostalgics,

Race-Supremacists, Survivalists,

Creationists (and the School-Boards which

bow to them), for all those

deniers, cursers, haters we are

truly sorry we let go West those

Puritans we so despised and were

so glad to be rid of.

Ribs

Ribs

We live under complicated skys,

hearts compressed within

ribs aeons old that

weren’t there a moment ago and

were gone soon after.

Bad Books

I must, one day, read those
Bad Books in which I
feature so heavily: I guess
I am not the Hero, or
maybe I was and just
went bad? Became the
villain? Am I dashing as such?
Might I be at least allowed to
twirl my mustachios and
laugh heartlessly?

More likely I’ll be
bumped off early in that
new book you are reading, your
marker left in my Bad Book, the
rest unread so you will
never know how it ended.

Night/Dark

I love the night but I

don’t like it so dark that I

cannot read, find it hard to

write, struggle to discern the

hands of friends, end up

barking like dogs

afraid of what the

dark portends.

Be Not Afraid

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I don’t mean to scare you,

just want to touch something

warm and alive, blood

pulsing like distant thunder,

cause a shiver like

cold calls of air, chilling but

fleeting so you don’t suspect

it was me, I,

who was touching you.

Whether Weather

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Summer creeps over Spring’s shoulder,

uncertain of her welcome—

whether the party next door will

crack her a beer or

curse her for the

weather she can’t control.

Temperature's Rising

Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That

MULTIGLOM

The Anne Billson blog

A Submissive Wife

Married Submissive, Exploring the kinky side of life.

Life of a Kinky Wife

Marriage with a Twist

The Weaver of Words

"Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment all you do is feel." -Atticus

Works of an Unsettled Mind

Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs

Upashna

In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.

My Liver's Trying to Kill Me!... Oh Wait.

A Journey to a Healthier Me.

Undressed Thoughts

layers of my onion head

The Wild Heart of Life

"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce

Veronica Love-Wylde

Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World

my controlled ascent

living and loving as a married submissive in my D/s marriage

Filimages

A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?

BlogUnseen

Written Thoughts, Spoken through verse...

Jupiter's Lair

Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...

A Quest for the Uncliche

Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds