Poetry Blogs (springs)

I remember beds with springs,

women ever soft, even petite,

love-making was a noisy affair

neighbours would have a treat

svelte then women did seem

slender was the salient word

they slipped out of their shifts

took time to get them stirred

first you snuggled to get warm

well before gas central heating

when you got into your rhythm

a thin mattress took a b...

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From the mountain

I pour forth

I give you my waters

                to drink

                and the many words

                                of my waters

                                to hear.

My waters have seen

the gathering

on the hill

above the lake

My waters have heard

the prayers

on the grass bank

My waters have known

the worship

in t...

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