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Unrequited Hope

Maria Fokas

Unrequited Hope by Maria Fokas Darkness in the center of light – if you will it into being, if you censor it, if you try to control it, you will destroy it. The darkness will fade into the light; the grip will weaken, the pain will sharpen. The traces of courage will unfold and reverse into you. The thrum of every second runs through the veins beneath the flesh of bodies, and of universes. Time has a direction I cannot fathom. But from order to disorder, and through paths of chaos, there remains a hope of truth. When time disappears … Continue reading Unrequited Hope

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I Know a Cat

Spake Easy Poetry

I know a Cat by Martin Hanley Dedicated to my old philosophical friend, Master Mouse Hanley I sat there sweltering in a familiar fog; constipated with checking and weighted outcomes. Languid landscapes with questioning answers; an unfocused portfolio has come undone. Then, in he glides supreme; stretching out beneath the dappled light; now reclining. Regally basking like some ancient achromatic shadow; he swallows the fallow sun. Cold blooded catering alerted, a distant ringing or some obscure Sylvan echo, yet I hear none. Starving for hidden treats that well versed others commonly disdain; he remains steadfast smiling. Forever glancing, my philosophical … Continue reading I Know a Cat

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The Black Rose

Maria Fokas

The Black Rose by Maria Fokas Once upon a time, there was a Rose, who would come to live in the memories of others. It started with a human hand planting a seed. The Rose and the hand were unique. No two entities could have been more diverse, but there was one thing they both shared, and that was their need to exist. So, the hand knowing that time was running out, decided to plant a seed which was predestined to becoming a Black Rose. And as the hand nurtured this seed into being, the Rose came to know life. … Continue reading The Black Rose

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Thorns of Time (Part II)

Maria Fokas

Thorns of Time (part II)  by Maria Fokas I watched your words turn into stone.               – First you left;  And then, I said goodbye – One by one, tomorrows disappear, like candles end.              – Up in the sky, the clouds manifest in mystery,  First love recalls the fear of oneness, inevitable paths to claim Damn those walls, like mountaintops that never end.              – Losing leaves a painful sting behind,  A hovering shadow that clings on till we say farewell – We write, and write, and then forget the reasons why.              – A promise broken or misplaced, … Continue reading Thorns of Time (Part II)

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The Thorns of Time

Maria Fokas

The Thorns of Time by Maria Fokas First, you left; Then, I let myself forget.              – I watched the days go by in silence Without a sign of love; I waited – I felt the thorns of time.              – I wept for the miracles The ones we left behind – Damn those walls we swore to ignore.              – All I ever wished for To find a truth, in loves that slip away – Stripped of dignity, by all the things I’ve done.              – My heart has turned against the tide Hope; the last to go – … Continue reading The Thorns of Time

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The Flame

Maria Fokas

The Flame by Maria Fokas Like an Empress of Time, the Flame distorts the mind, dancing her seductive dance, as the wood crackles with each breath. But who keeps track of what is lost, as time goes by. The walls kindle in deep maroon, and time stands still again, then disappears into a darkness, and I dream of impossible things; of distant oceans, under the seas, with gentle crests of endless waves. Soft ripples that caress the sand, then retrieve back into the sea with a soft melody – hidden in the stir of the flame: In a world far … Continue reading The Flame

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Beneath the Waves

Maria Fokas

Beneath the Waves by Maria Fokas The greatest treasures are simple things Few gestures that say; I love you! Take a sip Delight in a kiss Turn the last page with me – Blow out the candles Say good night Never regret the promises Vulnerable to the Waves Loyal to the rock The windmill spins The anchor pulls Under the sea the treasure will be Remember to embrace your dream The waking hour may change your wants But never your deepest needs –   Photo Credits: Brooke Shaden Continue reading Beneath the Waves

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The Art of a Good Day

Maria Fokas

The Art of a Good Day by Maria Fokas I will join thee – The hue of deep red grape Warm and sensual – Beaujolais; grown on France’s granite slopes; A cherry-strawberry taste Marry with a flavour of Mt. Olympus; A crumbly aged-cheese On my last moment I will celebrate my day A helpless invitation Favoured with moments that we craved drone – chord – duple – dine I will play you the violin There is a willful sacrifice  For the one we love In the sweet taste of wine I will wait for thee to dine –   source … Continue reading The Art of a Good Day

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Tango Heart

Maria Fokas

Tango Heart by Maria Fokas In the brothels of her sphere He moves to the rhythm of his heart – Catch her eyes and wheel her in Closer; inhale the same breath He flicks her to the side Puts his lips to her neck A taste, a tease, an endless time He turns her hips; a sweet caress – His hand on her waist He grips and pulls Chest to chest In close embrace Molinete – And when you drink – the Potion of the Gods Be sure to sip – from the same cup   Photo: http://www.fredastaireprinceton.com Continue reading Tango Heart

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Rain-Drops

Maria Fokas

Rain-Drops by Maria Fokas I peeked out of my window this morning at 6 am. It had been raining all night. The misty damp air said, “Get back in bed”. But I keep my eyes on the rain, where stories come to life. It fervently thrums on roof-tops, and pavements; drip, drop, babble, drum  – accent on the tempo, before another thrum. I make myself some coffee; my lips tease the blend before I take that sip, then I click on the saxophone. I succumb to those sensual pictures from the late 1940s and 50s before my time. They did … Continue reading Rain-Drops