Monthly Archives: February 2019

Pisces

Fridayam's Blog

One swam up Tigris, his

brother up Euphrates but

some celestial joker tied

their tails together so,

tethered to the sea, they

made it to the headwaters but

no further though they tried,

flopping sullenly in

muddy pools, sometimes

thrashing their fins to

slop great gouts of

angry water downstream to

frighten and fertilize.

Brother mourned

brother marooned across

porous mountains which

sent them their runoffs–

reverse tears into the

cold gummy eyes of

lost fish.

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Restricted View

Fridayam's Blog

I have a restricted view of your life:

some important events are

just out of my sight, others

seen at an odd and

disquieting angle.

For long moments I

anticipate your appearance

only for some ingénue or

spear-carrier to take your place,

and just when I thought I would get

a good long look at you

a pillar would intrude and

no amount of craning would reveal

your secret moments.

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Winter’s Plenish

We read the seasons wrong:

Winter is not death, its

Autumn that’s the dying time, the

shrinking time, the

falling time, whilst

Winter is full of

priapic shoots and

muscular flowers that

sneer at snow,

hellebore and hyacinth

bulling through cold soil,

apologetic snowdrops, coy

daffodils just waiting for the

light to be right, and the lovely

lonely crocus hiding its

saffron heart in

imperious purple.

Temperature's Rising

Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That

MULTIGLOM

The Anne Billson blog

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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