In Between —Danica Aquino

I want to fill the spaces in between,

Don’t think of me in the morning,
When the earth is kissed by the first ray of sunlight,
Don’t think of me when you’re stuck in traffic and you seem so angry waiting for the cup of coffee to kick in,
Don’t think of me when you saw a movie actress that reminded you of my dress on our first meet,
Or when you listen to my favorite music and vividly remember what my perfume smells like,
Or when you finally close your weary eyes to sleep at night;

Think of me
To fill the spaces in between,
The shallow, warm breaths you take that fog up the bus window,
A resounding melody that swiftly passes through your subconscious and back,
In that tiny space of air snuggled between our palms as we hold hands;

I want to fill those spaces in between,
An ephemeral being that faintly hangs above your shadow as you walk alone in a moonlit night.

The Left Handed Project blog

Desert Dancers —Scott Andrew Bailey

In a growing desert on flowing sands
Sinking down into dried oasis
A market thrives
Rich men and women trade
Food for souls
Hot air for agreement
And everyone dances
While the sands sink
Everyone laughs and sings

Scott Andrew Bailey blog

His poems are published in A Spring of Dreams (UK) and A Spring of Dreams (US).

The Itch —Roland

THE  ITCH

There’s a joy in scratching an itch
Which increases the more that I do it
The more that I try
I ask myself why
Can’t I give my whole future to it.

And when I eventually try
To give up the scratching, then why
Does this damned itch’s curse
Get so Intensely worse
That I must scratch it again or I’ll die?

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My Wolf —Women Who Think Too Much

I have howled mournfully at the Wolf’s moon,

knee deep in the snow of a frozen winter’s night.

Grieving the loss of my lover, the fantasy

of he and I tangled in white, cotton sheets,

touching for the last time his rough face

happy, content, in love, just an illusion.

It’s complicated, he growled

as he changed into the Wolf and fled.

I have howled, screamed and cried

wept tears that froze on my cold cheeks.

I have walked across a barely, frozen lake

stood at the edge of a rocky cliff,

searching for my Wolf in the darkness.

Offering up the bloody remains

of my heart to tease his hunger.

Surely, he didn’t forget the taste

of me.

Inspired by The Wolf Moon By Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet
The Wolf Moon

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Eyes What Do They Say —Kavya Gupta

I see, I watch, I look, I roll,

I give comfort ; to my soul,

I blink, I wink, 

I’m disappointed , I sink.

I may be shy , I may be expressive,

I may be anxious , I may be aggressive.

I cry and tear,

I water and wear,

I scream , I glare

To the world I stare

But nobody here; seems to care.

A twinkling me , gives a pleasant feel,

But look into me; are you real or reel?

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Introducing a new poet on WP Kavya Gupta

Don’t Tell Me This Story – Melody Chen (Heartbeatingwings)

unless it has a happy ending
i have heard how it goes
summer romances wilting under the heat
voice signals lost along the distance
a shiny new toy has-been discarded
there is no way to miss broken into whole
and i think you know this
it’s not hard to hear a heart that pedals your name
there is not enough time for us
even when it is all i have to give to you
here is where the time signature shifts
i lose count of the beats and fall out of step
outstretched fingers not enough to make contact
and i think you want space, i think you want space
i beg but you say it out loud anyway
and then it is real and i want to go back to sleep where
in dreams someone hands me a phone
and your voice is already waiting
in dreams someone hands me a sledgehammer
to break down the walls
and there is enough room for me to stay

online at: https://heartbeatingwings.wordpress.com/

If I Were Born A Little Early – Frank Solanki

If I were born a little early
I would have made electricity
First to say — The Earth is round
Cures for diseases I would have found
Would have theorized gravitational law
Leave everyone trailing in awe
Would have had a star named after me
A constellation or galaxy
Future generations would have studied me
My brain, my life, my family
But I was born a little too late
Never had the chance to become so great
All the others took away my due
So I’m stuck here writing poems for you

online at: https://franksolanki.com/

shubun ~ equinox – s.s. (Mindfills)

stars put together

a celestial surprise

my little beings

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when on earth and sky

a momentous magic wand

spells an equinox

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welcoming seasons

night wakes in wonder wishing

you sparkling new days

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Written with all my love for R and D my son and daughter…  both born on an equinox. 22nd September and 23rd September, two years apart. It’s been all joy Chels. Happy Birthday my little beings.

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…and also written for

Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge Shubun – Autumn (spring) equinox – a haiku sequence

Eugi’s weekly prompt – cosmos

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays night sky

Crispina Kemp’s creative challenge 97

Happy Birthday R and D 🤗

online at: https://mindfills.wordpress.com/

dream (returning hand in hand). – Lucy (Lucy’s Works)

Black feathers as I dreamed,
do not look at me; ebony moon
the lust of the body of the shore,
as nightmares, in what I’ve never
known at all, reflect the Artemis moon;
the fat, yellow moon; it’s a blood-hunt
to the red-hills,
and a sea,
cocktails of sweat
death at the ground.

There is beauty in the death of things
in imminent dreaming,
for it’s like death itself;

white fingers shutting
they shiver
to the cosmic
in between
veteran of psychosis
and leaves among the red
each one among the red
each one red; sands topple,
to astronomic bone
of his stardust.

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