Fire and Water written by J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey

J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey Fire and Water
Two lifelong poets, sisters, and best friends have fused together to bring you a variety of poems designed to melt the heart and inspire the soul. Separated for a time and coming back together stronger than ever they proudly present, "Fire and Water." The poems touch upon the earthly and otherworldly cares, delving into the complexities of the soul through the various trials faced through love, heartache, and everything in between. Join them on their journey through the dark and into the light. Travel with them through the gauntlet of poetic life with its obstacles at every turn. Each challenge they faced, however, paved the way for them to step forward with fierce determination and ever present love. Their poetry is mostly free-verse, but touch upon various forms such as the Kyrielle, Harrishma Rhyme, the Italian Sonnet, Etheree, and Twin Etheree.
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Pen'D Poem Jan 6 -12

BEGUILE / abstain

Beguile my best sense of self, my sincere essence waits

as I do so my feelings a bait triple-fold

I spit gold but receive tin that sometimes grows to nickel, but NEVER turns platinum

Twisted is the recourse but I have become silly putty-That stage most women go thru

Its a sickness that's most entertaining to the numb nutt men that are waiting...

This is a moment

Biding my time until I affix my eyes on thine that will BEGUILE n Bewilder

I soar in that highest of highs..a molten bittersweet lozenge He is!

But that kiss----------The tongue tie that doesn't insinuate innocence, pure abandon

Imminent heartbreak that grueling ritual

repetitive nature


smooth batter that transforms to prickly

pine needles to quills---THE FURTHER U LET HIM SPILL, into u

the realization is: It is not only milky secretions u've let into ure VENUS

ITS dudes soul; although, he may lie down as dead bodies in the ground

He ECHOES eternal

They fail to know its a demise

with they're cocks throbbng and wondering eyes

Hollow locust shells

In numbers WE r plentiful ourselves

Strength in numbers, so lets rebel...the fear of loneliness repels

we rever into indentured snails

I say WE....women.......Us

unite n purge this festering wound

We WILL be maimed if its not soon.

Sha Bella

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