~Kristina
Postpone The Wedding
by Margaret Wiese
Our wedding day is tomorrow the
special day that I waited for but in
my heart there’s sorrow I’m not sure
of you anymore
Let’s postpone the wedding
until we can be sure
when I say “I do” I want all of you
not just a part of somebody else’s heart
When you say you love me the
light in your eyes disappears I feel
that you still love her our marriage
would bring only tears
I have the strangest feeling
as I try on my gown of white
that you still need and love her
and you’re crying your eyes out tonight
Once Again
by Margaret Wiese
Today our paths crossed again
Today new heartaches began
Old memories I had tucked away
Came back to haunt me,
Once Again
Once again, I'm holding you so tight
Once again, I'm kissing you goodnight
Once again, you're in my dreams at night
Oh, why did you come back
To hurt me once again?
I thought our love was over
That I could just call you friend
But I still have the same old feelings
I've started hurting,
Once again
Lost Between Two Worlds
by Margaret Wiese
You love me and you're true,
but I don't love you
The one that I love is so different than you
he treats me mean and it hurts so much
but I just melt at his slightest touch
Hanging in midair,
Oh, why can't I care?
Why can't I be satisfied with you?
I should play it smart and give you my heart
but I'm lost between two worlds
Lost between two worlds,
I don't know what to do
I really want to give all my love to you
but he's in my heart and I always find
I can't return your love
while he's on my mind
Destination Heartbreak
by Margaret Wiese
I knew where I was headed the first time I saw you but where angels feared to tread I rushed right in
I had to have your love though I knew it was a sin
Instead of running from your arms
I walked right in
Destination, heartbreak
I should have played it smart
Destination, heartbreak
I should have detoured from the start
It's too late to turn back now
I know I must have you
I've felt your arms around me
you want me too
And so tonight
when we meet
our share of love we'll take
knowing that our future holds
nothing but heartbreak
by Margaret Wiese
A little while ago I was so happy
then you called to say we're through
What happened to our love, I wonder?
Everything is wrong, in this
crazy mixed up world
The sun came out one moment
then hid behind a cloud
The stars up in the heavens came tumbling to the ground
the man in the moon hung his head and cried
Everything is wrong, in this
crazy mixed up world
Why did you turn my happiness to tears?
Why did you take your love from me?
Since you’ve been gone life's not worth living
Everything is wrong, in this
crazy mixed up world
On My head
by Alan Hardy
Wearing my dad's straw hat he gave me
- it was too large for his head -
which I don when gardening,
I bend forward over the sink
to wash my hands post-digging,
it scrapes against the string
we hang our washing on,
each time leaning forward
I stand back,
worried by an insect's buzz
I fear near my neck,
but it's only the old man's hat
on top of my head
in my head.
From Me
by Alan Hardy
I let my daughter out at the gates
with that beginning school
early in the day feel,
teachers to meet placate or swerve round,
such a mass of worries
to cross off the list
in order to breast the tape at end of day.
She throws me a look at times,
knows moments she lives being re-awakened
give them retrospective intimacy.
Sitting by my side,
she can share my history,
that I've lived her life,
like an encyclopedia opened,
before her.
About Us
by Kottyn Campbell
My nights are empty
realizing that my
knight hasn't arrived yet
I sit patiently waiting
wanting him hurry up
and get here.
his
favorite drink Jameson is ready
to pour when he arrives
I'm relaxed from sipping
on a glass of Moscato
fireplace burning lighting
the entire room
I receive a text that says
open the door.
Dressed in his favorite color
that hugs my body and show
off my curves I glide
to door he greets me
with flowers and a kiss
This is the first night
we've been alone
I'm taking advantage
of this moment
I want to do everything
even the exchange
of bodily fluids
See I like the way
it's his way of making my day
When we kiss, he holds me like
I'm his forever he's surpassed
giving me 24 Orgasms
because he knows that's not enough
We sit near the fire and escape from life's drama cause tonight it’s about us.
“Windows To The Soul”
by Kristina Jacobs
When I saw you
I had no idea you were for me
Never did I think we'd first be friends, then
Destined to marry years later
Often, we wonder together
What might have been, if only we'd
Seen a bit of what was to come
There seems to be so much time lost
Or, maybe it's as we say instead, all things happen-
Timed only according to fate's whim
How lucky we both are
Entering this place of love and partnership
So late, long after we'd decided - it was
Only a dream, to be let go reluctantly
Unless, somehow- (the real secret is)
Love wins in the end.
Maria (Middle School Heartbreak)
by James Gordon a.k.a. The Greatest Poet Alive
Dear Maria,
I like you a lot, a whole lot. I want you to be my girlfriend. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever. Even though we are both only in the 5th grade, we would make a great couple forever. I promise to never ever hurt cheat on you or hurt you. For real!! Think about it, and pick yes or no. My Dad says maybe is for coward
s.
Love Always,
Me
PS. When you say yes, I’m going to treat you to a chocolate shake.
Maria Johnson was in the same 5th grade class as I was, and I loved her (Maybe it was strong like.) Whatever it was, it felt good!! So this was the time to write this letter this love letter to her so she would know my feelings. I folded the letter neatly once then twice. As I was about to place it in the envelope, a thought hit me!! Dropping the envelope, I went to my dresser and retrieved the bottle of Grey Flannel that my Dad had given me. Holding the letter away from me, I sprayed lightly the paper being careful to turn it so all the cologne would soak in evenly. I decided to read the letter one final time. Took a sniff and was satisfied with the result, so I refolded the letter placed it in the envelope, sealed it for good, and placed it in my Batman backpack. Dropping to my knees, I prayed.
“Dear God. Thank you for watching over my family and this house. Thank you for all your blessings and forgiveness. Oh Lord one more thing. Please let Maria say yes to being my girlfriend. I promise that I will treat her good and never ever hurt her. Amen.” And I went to bed with a huge smile.
Morning could not come soon enough!! After my morning prayer I hurried to the bathroom to shower and get ready for school. My transistor was loudly playing my favorite song Rod Stewart’s “If You Think I’m Sexy”. And my off key singing was joining along until my Ma told me to hurry up. As soon as I was done in the bathroom and sat down at the table, Gus, my brother, immediately started harassing me saying Bobo (a nickname my Grandma gave me) has a girlfriend over and over again until my Dad told him to stop. Since today was my Dad’s day off, he said that he would walk with me to school. He knew this was a big day for me and was probably going to share some fatherly advice on how to be a great boyfriend. Yes!!! As soon as we finished eating, I watched an episode of Flash Gordon until my Dad called me to go. Rubbing my brother’s head, grabbed my Batman backpack kissed my Man and ran outside to where my Dad was waiting.
As we walked towards Bradwell Elementary, my school, my Dad began sharing his wisdom with me. Dad was the best father a boy and his brother could have. He provided for his family, always made time
to listen and could be quite silly with his jokes and wrestling with us. But Dad cheated at Monopoly or he was just very good. (Shrugs)
“Bobo, you wrote a great letter conveying your feelings. Relax and give it to her. Be cool, and remember, if it doesn’t go the way you want it to, don’t worry. It takes a lot of courage to ask a girl to be your girlfriend.”
“Dad, I got this. I’ve learned from you and the Fonz how to be cool. Besides I put some of your Grey Flannel on the letter and myself. She’s going to say yes to be my girlfriend, and we’re going to go and have a chocolate shake. Yep.”
My Dad smiled, handed me my book bag, shook my hand (we were in public), and told me to have a great day. I loved my father because he never pushed what he thought on me or my brother. He just wanted us to be okay. Cool dude there. Well, it was time to put my master plan into action. This was the day!!!
I decided that the perfect time to give Maria the letter was right after gym and before school was dismissed. This way, I wouldn’t have to wait long for her to say yes, and somehow if she didn’t (Not like that was going to happen), school would be just about done, so I could make a quick escape. In gym class, we were playing Dodge ball. Let me say that I was the best when it came to playing Dodge ball!! Everyone knew I could really play and always chose me first. But today Maria was on my team!! I would not only show her how great of a dodge ball player I was but how a boyfriend should showoff for his girl. Hecks yeah!!! It was only a two players left on the opposing team, while we had close to our full squad remaining. One of the opposing players fired a rocket of a ball directly at Maria. Oh no, I said to myself!! I ran five steps, dove, and caught ball. Only one player was left, but that wasn’t for long because I threw really hard at the remaining player’s legs and got her out. We won! We won!!! Everyone gathered around me and cheered. Maria walked up and told me how good I was. Yeah baby!! She knew that she was going to be my girlfriend. I could feel it.
After gym, Ms. Jackson, our teacher would take us to the bathroom. Maria never seemed to have to go. But I had been holding it for the last fifteen minutes. Ran into the bathroom, did my business, washed my hands, and came running out at top speed towards the classroom. Ms. Jackson wasn’t having any of that and sternly told me to slow down in the hall. This turned my sprint into a speed walk to my destination. Maria!!! The envelope had been burning a hole in my Levi’s so as soon as Maria was by herself, I walked over to her and placed it in her hand.
“Maria, here you go.”
“What’s this?”
“A letter for you”
“Who’s it from?” (This really seemed like a dumb question considering that I was handing it to her. But it’s Maria.”
“It’s from me.”
“Okay.” She smiled and I knew she was mine. I walked quickly to my seat, pulled out a Batman comic book(loved Batman) and began reading or rather pretending to be reading. What I was really
doing was watching Maria read my letter and how her expressions changed as she did. She caught me off guard reading so fast because I was caught in a love stare. We met gazes and were locked there. This sealed it!! Just then the dismissal bell rang. I know it was way ahead of time but they could’ve been wedding bells. Quickly I packed all of my stuff of into my book bag, when I looked up to see Maria standing a foot away from me with her arm extended to hand me the letter. My heart was trying its best to come out my chest.
“Bye.” She said and walked off with some other girls giggling. That must have been her signal for me to meet her outside so I rushed outside of the classroom. Maria wasn’t there. Oh, she went outside and is waiting for me there. I slid to each banister to get downstairs quicker. Ran outside and there was no Maria. Hmmm this was bit funny. Instead of worrying, I decided to read the letter and see my new girlfriend saying yes. My eyes scanned the letter thinking that Ms. Linder, my Language Arts teacher, would be very proud. Finally, the bottom of the letter came, and Maria had said no? Wait maybe I read too fast. So I read again, and when I got to the bottom, the darn “no” was still there. Taking my glasses off and cleaning them, I read the letter again but this time rapidly. Those two letters were still there. I didn’t understand. I wrote the letter very well with all of my feelings. How could she say no? Damn. Oops I didn’t mean to curse. The letter was now wet, and the wetness cause some of the ink to run. Good!! Stupid letter!! I don’t know how long I stood in the spot, but when I looked up no one was there. Then, there was a deep voice that broke the silence.
“Bobo!!” The voice belonged to my father. This let me know that I had been at school too long. Typically no one walks me home, but my Dad was a bit overprotective of his family. The slightest threat made him seem like Batman (Love Batman and my Dad).
“She said no Dad. She said no. I wanted her to be my girlfriend, and she said no. Why?” My words were slurred, while my cheeks were stained by tears. Dad picked up the letter and envelope from the ground, placed them in the book bag, retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped my face, and put the handkerchief back in his pocket.
“Son, it’s okay that she said no. She doesn’t know how great of a guy you are. Besides, you asked her, and that takes great courage. Now let’s go have a chocolate shake and get one for your mother and brother.” And off we went.
Rear-Mirror
by Alan Hardy
Harry was becoming exasperated. He'd been stuck in the traffic-jam for ages. He was still quite a way from the roundabout. He wasn't pressed for time, but the hold-up was getting on his nerves.
He glanced at the sports-car in front of him, which he was right behind, his fender almost touching its bumper. The woman-driver was quite young, her brown hair drawn up in a bun. He could see something of her face in her rear-mirror. Nothing special b
ut, because of its youngish flesh, relatively fanciable.
He turned away, wondering whether, as she looked in the mirror, she could see his eyes boring directly into the back of her head or searching out her reflection. He glanced in his own rear-mirror.
There was an ordinary-looking blue car behind him, jammed in tight. There was a blonde woman at the wheel. Her hair was also tied up. She was a bit older, maybe late thirties. Harry felt a stab of excitement. There was a rough look about her. Something brazen. And inviting. She was looking around, rather restless, and spotted his eyes reflected in his rear-mirror, and fastened on them. He turned quickly aside. Then he sneaked another look. She was playing with her hair, pouting, her bent elbow held languidly in position. She had slightly raised her body, maybe shifting her bum to ease its ache. Harry swallowed. He wondered what she was wearing. All he could see was her black spaghetti-top. He looked ahead.
The brown-haired woman was sitting impassively in her car. She was wearing a beige top. She didn't seem too interested in her rear-mirror. She reminded him of Alice. In her late twenties, not overly made-up, determined, capable. Alice worked hard, and wanted him to work hard, so they could climb up the property ladder. Eke out a pleasant suburban existence. And, in a year or two, start up a family. The sparkle had gone out of their marriage. He looked closely at the woman in front of him. For a moment, he thought it was Alice. But it couldn't be. Where would she have got the sports-car from? Unless it was something to do with that rich ex-boyfriend she was always going on about. Whenever she wanted to shame him. Gee him up to do a few hours extra overtime. He laughed.
He looked at his rear-mirror. The blonde tart was eyeing him. As his eyes met hers, she shifted her gaze, automatically fiddling with her hair again with one hand. Her other arm made strange gestures above her head. He assumed she was just exercising herself again, moving parts of her body that were falling asleep in the long, static wait. Or it was a way of catching his attention. She looked like that blonde bimbo who had moved in a couple of houses down the road where he and Alice lived. She'd given him the eye once or twice as he walked past her house on the way to the pub and she'd been casually locking her door, chewing gum and languidly bending a knee as he watched her in her short jeans-skirt. He looked at his rear-mirror again. Maybe it was her. She suddenly revved up her car and, although the traffic was still unmoving, she inched forward towards him. He felt sure there was a touch, a little shudder on his bumper. She was as close up his bum as you could get.
He looked ahead, breathing heavily. He was met by the brown eyes of the woman in front staring at his reflection in her rear-mirror. She immediately averted her gaze as she met his eyes. Alice had brown eyes. The woman looked straight ahead. He was tempted to get out of the car and see if it was Alice. But he didn't. It couldn't be her. He could be had up for stalking or something. The only way it could be her was if she'd met up with her ex again, and she was driving his car. She had been a bit distant lately; she hadn't even quizzed him this week about how much overtime he had done.
He was jolted from his reverie by flashing lights. The woman behind him had put her right indicator on. She was peering intently at him in his rear-mirror. Their eyes, meeting in the mirror, looked into each other. There seemed a strong promise in those unashamed eyes. He felt she was sending him a message. Turn right at the roundabout, she was saying, and I'll follow you and give you a good time. Maybe it was that woman in his street, and she'd recognised him. She couldn't wait to wrap her legs around him.
He suddenly noticed the sports-car in front had its left-indicator on. The driver was unmoving, not looking into the mirror, the slight breeze disturbing some strands of her hair. The traffic ahead was beginning to move. Obviously whatever had caused the hold-up had sorted itself out.
As his car approached the roundabout, the sports-car turned left. Harry kept on straight ahead. He glanced in his mirror and felt he saw a dulling of the blonde woman's eyes as her car disappeared from his view. He was carrying on to the weekly five-a-side football match with his mates, and the customary piss-up afterwards. He fancied a night out with the lads. He could leave the women for one night. He had the rest of his life to worry about them.
Looking Into Your Eyes
by Madhu Kalyan Mattaparthi
It's like finding a connection into my own heart,
To gaze into the beautiful of something that could one day feel terrible,
Trust in that you won't look away,
At least not before your heart slips from mine.
And I wish for it to never slip from mine,
Because the only music I long to hear are your whispers in my ears,
The only promises of happiness I need,
And perhaps a little more taste of your soft lips.
I love you, incredibly,
And hope you feel the same indefinitely,
Because I feel I want you so much you could not possibly imagine,
And love you in a way where no part of my heart could be left hidden.
I Love You
by Madhu Kalyan Mattaparthi
I love you
Like birds love to fly
Like fish love to swim
Like children love to dream
I love you
More than words can say
More than pictures can show
More than you know
I love you
And I want you to know
So on this day
I will tell you
I love you
Valentine?
by Madhu Kalyan Mattaparthi
Like two birds of a single feather
We have found one another
And it's really quite true
That I have feelings for you...
Just know that I really do care
And I'll always be there
I'll be your shoulder to cry on
Even until dawn
Even If you are far from home
You still melt this heart of stone
You've mended this old heart
Now, what about yours...?
You say that you've gone cold
That your heart cannot take anymore
But I want to take out the thorn
So that you can love once more
But, are our feelings mutual?
Do you think of me, as I think of you?
Tell me please, will you be mine?
Will you be my Valentine?
Valentine’s Day
by Madhu Kalyan Mattaparthi
The smell of flowers, of chocolate and cake.
The sweet embrace of one heart's intake.
The lovely writings that are dealt with the soul.
The uncertainty of your self-control.
The many hours spent on the gift.
The lack of thoughts gone adrift.
The quiet words left unsaid,
Only for those whose tears were shed.
The waking to know that you're still single.
Lest you forget, you're ready to mingle.
So you arise with a smile.
And leave it to that artistic style.
Today would be the day
That’s gone astray.
Because today's way
Is Valentine's Day.