Calling Fowl
A (usually) daily ezine devoted to artistic creativity -- poetry, prose, the visual arts. It is a continuation of duanespoetree.blogspot.com, which is still available for browsing and research. All artists are welcome to participate -- just send me your wonderful creation to duanev@hotmail.com with an obvious heading. Everyone is also encouraged to use the COMMENTS section. Show your appreciation to the contributors, add insights, ask questions.
Friday, June 15, 2018
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.
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.
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