Out Of Time


Blue hues come to mind, thinking of a place far away
Where coral reefs still explode with a colourful show
What a sight it would be, if I were actually there to see
All the species of fishes that swim in the seas

Frosty white peaks that dot the earths cracks
Reach high, touching sky, mountains from time
The Rockies, the Andes, the Alps, north and south
Virgin air so clean and fresh as if taking a first breath

Mighty rivers that zig zag, carving lines like veins
Flowing water, feeding trees, lifting forests up
Moss from the ground perfumes the mind
To feel how natures spirit, embraces divine

Lions, tigers and bears, oh my
What a world, what world would it be
Without animals, friend and beast alike
Remember to give thanks to these creatures among us

Stop to smell a rose, take in life’s gifted prose
Let every nerve in your body spark a light
Live, laugh, love, a cliche I know, but damn…
’cause We’re all running out of time

Ax

Alphabet Stew


arise, as smoke licks the eyes
burning, a magical ride yearning
climbing higher and higher like flying
diving, dipping, this mind-fuck is lifting
earth to moon and beyond since birth
from and to, we’ve become
god like creatures through time, clawed
honing skills along the way learning
incredible discoveries made memorable
joy and sadness how life builds and destroys
kind, that of man and woman both find
love, that which is the catalyst we write of
morning will come as sure as knowing
night to follow, with its own glow of light
our paths were meant to cross like a flower
pollinating, a rebirth, continues populating
quietly and for some loudly
roaring our desire to fly free even soaring
skyward to reach heights always onward
travelling to the stars seen twinkling
under our wanting gaze with hunger
vow we must, to live and never bow
we are kings and queens of land and sea
X your mark in this world and beyond with vex
you only live once so enjoy the view
zest and zeal will end with permanent zzz’s

Ax

Through Time And Space, We Exist ~ (4 ~ collaboration)


We always try to count our blessings
Take a stroll on the sunny side of the street
Meet, greet, smiles shuffling to a beat
Stop by a cart, pickup some street-meat
Sauerkraut and onions zipped with ketchup
Lounging in a bun, toasted by the sun
Break it apart, give half to a bum
It isn’t much, it might be all one can sum up
Through time and space, we exist
We do, we surely fucking do

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste
Why waste
Why waste

Children ignored for a phone’s digital charm
Desperate for play, to interact with someone
Perhaps dig in sand, fly a kite over sea
Or play a marathon game of Monopoly
Face-to-face with a smile, they gently ask
It takes nothing to set down our screens
Yet, when we say let’s play…it means everything
Through time and space, we exist
Nurturing these youth of ours
Will change Earth’s energy

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste
Why waste

People hurting in all walks of life
It takes nothing at all to be kind
A smile, a hug, even virtually
Can make such a difference to see
We can’t all reach for money
But we can all find other ways to be
The bright spot in someone’s sorrow
The way to their happy tomorrow
Through time and space, we exist
To connect is something that we all wish

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste our hearts in solitary
Why waste

It’s better to give than to take, or so they say
Those who haven’t really had hard times
Wandering and wondering where to stay
Spoiled rotten they look away to their screens
Tuck their children in bed after being fed
Airing it on social media for it to be read
“Look at me,” and all that I’ve done for society
When the reality is it’s only for notoriety
Through time and space, we exist
Together yet separately, this can’t persist

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste our hearts in solitary
Why waste our very existence

Written by PoetGirlEm ~ VictoryInTrouble ~ Wetbliss ~ AntönyRös


I’m fucking high right now. Both spiritually and physically.
Physically cuz, I just smoked a fatty 😋💨
Spiritually, because of the experience of sharing with another soul.
In this case, three beautiful souls.

(stanza 2) Miss Emily from, PoetGirlEmyou know her. She writes beautifully, she sings whimsically, she plays that thingy that she has to squeezy And, she is the inventor of the IBoard Desk. I kid you not. Check out her site. You’ll see it. And when there, surf through and you know, feel the jam. Shes cool, super cool. I promise you.

(stanza 3) Miss Vic from, VictoryInTroubleyes, her table is set and it’s covered end to end. A mix, a buffet of so many stunning words that you will surely find many that will stir the heart fancy. Go, go now and see….you’ll see the brilliance of her poetry and feel each line creep into your body, shake, rattle and roll

(stanza 4) Miss Wetbliss, from Wetbliss my bucketlist partner. Remember now, I’m high.
Sultry, steamy, sensually stimulating, she sins with her words. Beware, reading this sirens poetry will cause temporary blindness that erupts with colours of sex that only dreams can make up but leaves a wish for it to be real. Go visit! Now!

Ladies, thank you 🙏➰❤️

Circle of Life


Out from the ocean deep
Up a rivers flow, does weep

A journey of life, a cycle comes to end
Pool to pool, navigating drives that dip and bend

A blast to surge, to climb water that falls
Some too weak, drop like balls

Danger lurks with every rise
A waiting bear with hungry eyes

Fills a belly with a mass of salmon
Fatty tissue covers as a blanket

Sleep will come to those who hibernate
Deep in a cave to incubate

Would it be ridiculous for a bear to give thanks
Or any animal that feeds on another in ranks

The distance is great when a purpose consummates
A male and female the formula of life duplicates

Roe upon roe nestled among pebbles
Clouds of semen swim to settle

Burst a bubble with a wiggling tail
A new life lives through a melancholy vale

Death is the price paid to give birth
Replenish to thrive a green earth

AntönyRös

The Body Dies, The Soul Flies

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Innocent smiles with thoughts in the air
Just as a child does, without any care
Clutched to the breast of a mother
Protected by the will of a father
As it’s meant to be
A child, loved and free

Runny noses, malnutritions mucus
Streaking down a chin, crusted doofus
Silence is the friend who lives in the head
Talking to themselves from under the bed
Not meant to be
Cruel and mean

Welts and bruises, never heal
Constant beatings made to conceal
A mother hardly there
A father who didn’t care
To weak to be
No one sees

Movies on tv, late night fantasy
Parental Control, is a mystery
Hatred and vile, black and white
Murder and suicide, happens at night
To be or not to be
The idea strikes thee

To play a scene with a silent friend
Kitchen knives used to pretend
Like Beatrix Kiddo and O-Ren Ishii
Swift with a thrust, cold and chilly
How could it be
It was, make believe

A pool, warm as a Christmas bath
Red like the lights on a church path
Leads to the edge where land meets sky
The body dies, the soul flies
It was meant to be
A child, now free

AntönyRös

dedicated to all the children who got out. one way or another 🙏➰❤️

Above La Luna’s Glow


Above la Luna’s glow
Cast beyond the stars
A darkness that consumes
All, of a lonesome heart
Wingless blackbird
Stranded on earth
Rooted to ground
Misery found

Above la Luna’s glow
A beacon pulls hard
Connecting soul and mind
Sucking, the energy dry
Eyes black as coal
Shines with a glow
Bright as the moon
An onyx one

Above la Luna’s glow
Waits, a far away home
The ferryman travels
Collecting passengers
Scarred with the mark
For a spaceship ride
Galaxy’s past
Light years away

Above la Luna’s glow
Fades in, a new dawn
Witness, to a rising sun
Stranded on planet earth
Counting the minutes
Ticking and tocks
Passing of time
Lost, lost, still lost

Above la Luna’s glow
Returns the yearning pull
That glides the razors edge
The mark left by a scar
The ferryman nods
Opens the door
Taking a soul
To a world unknown

Above la Luna’s glow
One will never know
What lies beyond the known
In death, dreams may come true
To close the eyes
Very last time
A silence grows
Final breath blows

AntönyRös

Oh Death

  
Oh death, how distant you are from birth
The thought of you does not exist
With the first inhale a life begins anew
Journey into the unknown, of a world
Spinning circles as time begins to count
Numbers adding up from one to ninety-nine
Each a candle burns, year after year
Some reach a century’s worth or more

Oh death, how distant you are from youth
Taking chances through many roads
Leading a way, come what may
Buzzing on a high, bungee jumping dive
Basement parties, acting cool for the honeys
Chasing down thrills and dreams
Wondering what tomorrow will bring
As age begins to call, settle down before the fall

Oh death, how close you are in time
Plans to make it right, some came out wrong
Passion found, passion lost
Promises made, to those who left, in blame
Making it right, at times carried by the winds
Chances had, too many, now forgotten sins
Days fly by, so many yesterday’s missed
Wondering where time flys

Oh death, how close you are to me now
I can taste the driest drink
It would be more refreshing than your gift
That ends with a final breath
The heart thumps the last beat
A silent echo waits to repeat
Oh death!
Oh death!

Ax