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makatka

Just be

Cheer me up
with your words, your look,
your breath.
Drink nectar
from my lips whispering
your name.
Touch me
unknown touch
fingertips
give them the route
Fill up the void
just be
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Posted: Feb 2020
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makatka

2020

He came
in the cover of the night
music
and street dances.
He came
with a shot of traffic jams
hugs
and good luck wishes.
He came
when I was sleeping alone
offering
restful sleep.
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Posted: Jan 2020
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makatka

Winter

I look out the window
see snowflakes.
Like ballerinas dancing
to inaudible music.
People wrapped
in colorful scarves
wandering
through the streets of the city.
They go to homes
to warm hands
in the bonfire of love.
I look out the window
my hands
are still cold.
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Posted: Dec 2019
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makatka

I like

I like to think
that you are.
Seeing your gaze
roving
along the lines
of my body.
Enigmatic smile
your lips
I like to know
that you are.
Grab my senses
longing smell
desires
whisper of secrets.
I like to feel
that you are.
Every particle
get an explosion
during a handshake.
I open my eyes
I do not think
I do not know
I do not feel.
Reality
it turns gray
shades.
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Posted: Dec 2019
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TommyWords

Chemistry

It started with chemistry
The touch was electricity
Smiling face to face
View our anatomies

Tried to speak a word
But had no vocabulary
Whispers and kisses
In each other ear
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Posted: Dec 2019
About this poem:
just a thought of the moment
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makatka

In a not green, green

In a not green, green room
dreams come easier
by the glow of the stars
of the Moroccan lamp.
In a not green, green room
the silence is broken
by the purring of the aggregator cat
or eagle owl hidden in the dark.
In a not green, green room
through the eyelash curtains
I catch the dawn rays in my fingers
weaving a green tapestry.
In a not green, green room
the emptiness of the sheets
covered the next day.
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Posted: Dec 2019
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mcradloff

Christmas Tree Ornament

I bought another Christmas tree ornament
It's from the movie National Lampoon's Vacation
It is Marty Moose saying
Sorry folks
We're closed for two weeks to clean and repair Americas favorite family fun park
Sorry!
HuHu HuHu HuHu
The one I bought last year has Clark standing next to some luggage
With his Marty Moose hat on
The family is singing
Who's the moosiest moose we know
Marty Moose
Who's the star of our favorite show
Marty Moose
M is for merry, we're merry you see
O oh gosh, o golly o gee
S is for super star family glee
E is for everything we want to be
M A R T Y
M O O S E
What does that spell?
Marty Moose Marty Moose Marty Moose!
Yuk! That's Me! Huhuhuhu!
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Posted: Dec 2019
About this poem:
These are my first ornaments that have sound. I get one every year. In 2012 when I was out of work I found a picture ornament in the trash. I have an ornament from a student when I taught for two years. Some I got at an auction of my parents stuff, they date from the 60s. I have two I made in school around the second grade in 1976.
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makatka

Now

The setting sun caresses
curtains eyelashes
heavy from kisses
black night
insomnia.
Just like your lips used to be
and hands wading
on my body map.
Last flash of rays
drowns in hair
like your breath
on the neck, in the bend of the hand.
I don't remember now
legs and hands entwined
moments of desire
and your appetite weight.
Twilight remained
with a last sigh
singing lullaby
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Posted: Dec 2019
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makatka

Weeping Angel

I was thinking
I'm painting an angel on my shoulder
will save me
lulling
will comfort me when I cry.
I waited
for signs of better moments
happy moments
because of his care.
I forgot
that an angel was embedded in my skin
is crying.
I chose him myself.
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Posted: Dec 2019
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makatka

Window

When I look at the window
stray clouds are starting to argue.
The heavy rain is crying with tears
washing the windows of my memories.
When I look at the window
fuzzy faces from the past
are rolling in my head
I can't forget them.
When I look at the window
I hang in the reflection of the face
which I know and seems alien.
When I look at the window
my days are leaking
through a sieve with large holes.
When I look at the window ...
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Posted: Dec 2019
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