Friday, June 15, 2018

Robert Lee Haycock shoots

Calling Fowl

Gita Janaki writes


WOMEN IN LOVE

The sky won't come down,
if two women fall in love.
It has all those lesbian clouds up there
to take care of and the hell of a sun.
Physiology is not disturbed when
two pairs of voluptuous boobs
struggle for an embrace,
nor is anatomy put in distress
when two vaginas get excited.
Lips are lips and a kiss a kiss,
you never know the gender of it.
They can swing together on their moods,
divert weird thoughts and dreams.
They may swim the sea of pain,
by floating paper boats in menstrual blood.
Staying close when life starts sagging,
they become props, lifting each other upright.
Life becomes different when two women love.
Love becomes more lovable and more lovable.
Two Women Kissing -- Peter Behrens

Anggo Genorga writes


LOVE

You had me wear masks
more than I should be.

In you I kept some of my
dream's muttered sighs.

In your arms I found peace
yet thru time I wandered. 

You took my breath away
and held it forever.

Our heartaches live on
in every moment of bliss.

Love, I've given you my lifetime 
and now you owe me honesty.
 Ego - AlterEgo -- Fabien Delaube

Heather Jephcott writes



NOT FOR SALE

A sign needs to be put up
not sure which one would do
perhaps
"learn to fish and to recognise fish
before beginning"
would be good.

Perhaps you will think it funny
but
it happens frequently
fellows come online
thinking
that I must be swimming
around in this giant ocean
hoping, praying
that
I'm there to be caught.

I don't think it's really funny
these fellows going fishing
with less than themselves
no weight do they carry
except for similar stories
but they put out their lines
trying to fish
for beauty
more than anything.

I think it is funny
that they forget which fish can be caught and eaten
but
they don't take much notice of such things at all,
they still try to catch
whatever they can
with as little trouble and skill
as possible.

I'm not sure
if its funny or not
but these fellows are so similar
and are here
in a space, an ocean,
designed for other things.








Moinak Dutta writes

In memory of that man Writing something about you is like Trying to make a swim through a sea, Through wave after wave ...