Monthly Archives: November 2016

Just Words

Kind words sink silently into the

memory-sponge of the walls but

harsh words carom around the house

forever, their cockroach-carapaces

impossible to crack.

The Band Room, Pinewood

In the shadow of the gargantuan stages,

I worked in one of those

fathomless spaces which seem to

sum up time and

seam it in its walls: where

big bands rehearsed for

big musicals; dancers

warmed up at now-rusty barres;

where the mechanics of my business exhausted

enthusiasm, energy, blood; where

despair sometimes stuck you to its

sweat-stained, tight-beamed floor; where

once an unknown man

hung himself from one of its

high substantial stanchions;

where now is the home of the

nostalgia of Science Fiction; where

sturdy security guards shiver on their

late rounds when the

memories drift down

like dust.

Moonlife

I

New Moon

rocks in its cradle

blissfully unaware.

 

II

Young Moon bashfully hides behind

curtains of cloud, scared by

all those eyes turned on her.

 

III

Half Moon, half adult,

half kid, uncertain,

slutty, defiant.

 

IV

Gibbous Moon, sure she’s pregnant,

remembers no father or parents to be

mad, determined to go to term.

 

V

Full Moon doesn’t give a shit, splashes her

cash about the sky, free of any

doubt or shame.

 

VI

Gibbous Moon bemoans her

mommy-belly, is wistful and wonders if

there’s a gym nearby.

 

VII

Half Moon has a terminator to die for but

worries something else is

eating her inside.

 

 

VIII

Old Moon looks at what’s left, remembers

reaching out a lazy foot to

rock a baby.

 

IX

No Moon gives the stars once,

and once only,

free rein.

 

X

New Moon

rocks in its cradle,

blissfully

unaware.

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