The Day Begins… – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Skin on skin
Eyes
Breath
Tangible
Wild
Owned
Collected
Taken
Sweaty
Humid
Moist
Rainy
The day begins…
Hunting Hearts – A Poem by Daniel Klawitter
We stalk one another
and circle—
sniffing the air.
Tense yet tender hunters
in skins of fear we ripple
shine
skirt the edge of tears
and
pounce
fang and claw.
You rip into my shoulder—
Ah! Break me open, love
for that is the law
of the forest.
I want to feel it all,
my head full of rain and
thunder.
Your trembling and I
shudder in the pleasure
of non-escape.
Devoured by you for days,
ravaged with the way you taste
so delicious!
Hunt my heart
roaming
among the wild thickets.
Chase the pale moon down
to the water and feast
on my kisses
with eyes wide open,
mouths foaming.
We lick our wounds together
lying in the tall grass and
how you make me laugh, my love—
after a hard day of hunting.
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Before Coffee – A Poem by G. S. Katz
If you live with me
There will be morning interludes
Before coffee
Start the day right
spooning
caressing
looking at the clock
a quick encounter
Maybe not about passion
More about energy
Apex
Shower
You make the coffee
While I tie up the trash
Everyone’s happy
Day begins…
Electronic Digital Lust – A Poem by G. S. Katz
You in your black panties
No face
Nothing else
To identify you
But I know
What lies beneath
The wanton desire
The magical songbird
The butterfly in the sun
My lustful goddess
The woman who makes me
Stir with desire
For you
Lying and waiting
In your black panties
On the bed
With love in your heart
And fire in your veins
I found you
You were waiting for me
Tho not knowing I was coming
I’m here
At the beginning of the dawn
Arm around your waist
In a state of bliss…
Time Out To Cry – A Poem by Shannen Wrass
All alone at the end of the day
The time, just a little past ten
Evening has come for a short stay
It’s time for her sorrow again
The smile on her face she’s been holding
Suddenly, she lets fall
And the feelings begin unfolding
She comes out of her personal wall
As the world settles down for the night
She awakens herself from a dream
And the girl they all thought had her life going right
Is no longer the image she’d seem
She takes off the disguise she’s been wearing
Then opens her heart to the truth
Behind closed doors she’s not caring
About life or love in her youth
So she sits by the mirror spilling tears
And cries by herself in the dark
A whole day of acting like she has no fears
Takes a lot from an empty heart
Inside she’s lonely and sad
But acts like she’s fine in the day
Revealing her misery, secretly wishing she had
A friend, or a promise to stay
She’s ashamed of the truth she’s been keeping
Living her hours in daylight a lie
And this is the reason for in darkness she’s weeping
Taking time out from each day to cry
The Perfect Friend – A Poem by Shannen Wrass
Today I found a friend
Who knew everything I felt
She knew my every weakness
And the problems I’ve been dealt
She understood my wonders
And listened to my dreams
She listened to how I felt about life and love
And knew what it all means
Not once did she interrupt me
Or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
And promised she’d stay long
I reached out to this friend
To show her that I care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there
I went to hold her hand
To pull her a bit nearer
And I realized this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but a mirror
I Bask in Your Glow – A Poem by G. S. Katz
you do have me
to have and to hold
I bask in your glow
and wait for your mail
with each new day
a new light
avenues of growth
living and laughter
warmth and connection
I can hardly believe how you have
taken me
taken my sharp edges and worn them down
pushed every layer back
accepting no less
calling me on my bs when appropriate
and swimming in my love and lust
you are gentle and intense
but you love with the passion of fire
you have claimed me and saw something in me
and taken it for yourself
deservedly so
I will protect you from the bad
and cover you in a shroud of love
your Man
Your Spirit
Your being inside of me
I share you
I am you…
The Last Laugh Of Tommy Lee – A Poem by Daniel Klawitter
“The cock doth craw, the day doth daw
The channerin’ worm doth chide:
Gin we be mist out o’ our place,
A sair pain we maun bide.”
—The Wife of Usher’s Well, traditional folk ballad.
Some people just can’t take a joke.
But Tommy Lee found funny
almost everywhere he looked.
Had he been a stand-up comic
he may have made good money,
or as an author of children’s books.
But Tommy Lee worked in the factory.
And like a kid who never grows up
he was an obsessive practical joker.
Looking back, it’s a miracle
he was never fired, but people say he was
universally admired by his co-workers.
Then one afternoon, Tommy’s fingers
got caught in the machine. And it cut him
clean to both wrists, leaving only stumps.
For two whole days, Tommy’s tongue
was quiet. Then he awoke to the smell
of the hospital, recalled the industrial violence,
and he began to understand:
(he would never work again.)
On the third day, his mother came in,
and she saw Tommy’s chest expand.
And while she cried, Tommy Lee died,
saying: “Look ma, no hands.”
Author’s Note: Of course, actual workplace deaths due to industrial
accidents or workplace safety issues are no laughing matter in the
United States. 4,609 workers were killed on the job in the U.S. in
2011—almost 90 a week or nearly 13 deaths every day. (And this is
the third lowest annual total since the fatal injury census was first
conducted in 1992 by OSHA, the Occupational Safety and Health
Administration.) I have been privileged over the years to be present
at several Workers’ Memorial Day events (organized by OSHA and the
Department of Labor) where I have delivered an invocation in honor of
workers who died on the job in the previous year.
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