Compression

Pressure, no pleasure, pain

Combustible, explosive

Defining my name

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Merging, converging, hurt

Waking to heartache

Demeanour, so curt

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Lessons, compressions, harm

Just want to feel normal

Make life my balm

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Sleeping, living, life

Restrictive, this illness

Demeaning, this strife

Thank you for reading

Richard

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Indivisible

We two are indivisible, seamless, the same. Two hearts. Two minds. One reason for being. At least, this is what I tell myself each day, as I pray to your form on this polished glass divide. Here, where the rain cannot touch us, and the stars never shine, we exist. In this in-between, we share our moments and span such time as can be recounted. Time! Oh, Time, how you betray us.

We two writhe when apart. We list like hamstrung battleships. There is no noticeable us then, though we still move together, breathe together, live in the same sacred space. Time reaches for us, but its intangible fingers can no more grasp our thoughts than we can. We are the dreamers, Time, not you. More, soon we shall wake and see each other, whilst you shall see only the past. Take that, Time! Yes, take that.

Indivisible, or so I claim. The proof of the pudding is in the eating, but we both bake. Fingers will point and tongues will wag. This is our doom. But we shall close our eyes and ears to the world. We shall brush aside the glass. Then there will be no dream, and time shall not matter. You will be there. So will I.

Thank you for reading

Richard

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Butterfly

She came as a butterfly breeze. As of wings displacing air. As of a kiss upon a cheek.

We met in a club, or a pub, or just in the street? The details are as vague as the notes of her perfume; possibly jasmine, though lavender masks the realm of ghosts. We talked about nothing as everything went on around us, cooing like doves on a branch. Nobody paid us any attention. Then again, why would they have?

Time passed in shadows and light. Time does that, it passes. We stepped between the two like the ethereal lovers we were, eyes locked and hearts reaching. And, for a moment in the night, we connected. One beautiful moment. One that, for our kind, lasts forever. I hope. I pray.

She is my butterfly. I am her cocoon.

I seek the air she occupied nightly. Some deep midnights, I even feel her there, too. I cannot see her, and her perfume fades, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still holding hands and kissing. Does it?

For one brief instant in this space termed death, where she and I found each other in the midst of those still living, we lived too. I shall not forget it. I shall not forget her.

My one wish: That I dreamt her and not that she dreamt me.

Thank you for reading

Richard

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Britannia Unleashed

Featuring “Britannia Unleashed” by Richard M. Ankers

A very big thank you, as always, to the wonderful Barbara Leonhard for featuring my book, Britannia Unleashed, on her website. I hope you get a chance to take a peek and also at the other fantastic authors she helps to promote.

Yours Sincerely

and thank you

Richard

Author: Richard M. Ankers

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Rainy Days and Sun Rays

Roses and Wildflowers Latest Issue

A very big thank you to the wonderful people at Roses and Wildflowers, who, despite some terrible setbacks, have come back strong with a fantastic new issue, one I’m very proud to be a part of. I hope you get a chance to take a look.

Here is the link to my featured piece: Rainy Days and Sun Rays

As always, thank you for reading

Richard

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Tomorrow’s Man

Concrete breaths mark the next phase,

stone upon stone laid roughly in the earth.

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Pathways to the stars run only through water,

where twinkling ripples melt repeatedly.

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Reality comes in a steadfast sunrise;

gold absorbs but never reflects.

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Such metal circles require greased extractions,

but the only pig fat comes from me.

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Dead now, this aqualung heart submerged

in deepest darkness, bottom of the trench.

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Tomorrow’s just another day, they say,

but who they are remains moot.

Thank you for reading

Richard

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Featuring “Hunter Hunted” by Richard M. Ankers

What Is the Book About? Hunter Hunted is Book II in the Eternals Series. A world of darkness surrounds Jean and Princess Linka. The Nordic royalty – …
Featuring “Hunter Hunted” by Richard M. Ankers

Many thanks to the wonderful Barbara Leonhard for featuring my book, Hunter Hunted, Book Two in The Eternals Series, today.

I hope you get a chance to check out both it and Barbara’s Feed The Holy website. There’s lots of great stuff to read.

Thank you

Richard

Author: Richard M. Ankers

Featuring “Into Eternity” by Richard M. Ankers

What is the Book About? Queen Serena and her allies have fled the massacre, taking Princess Linka with them. For Jean, it’s heartbreak; for his …
Featuring “Into Eternity” by Richard M. Ankers

A big thank you to ‘Feed The Holy’ editor, Barbara Leonhard, for featuring the third Eternals book on her fabulous website.

This is the culmination of Jean’ torrid journey through a future littered with the remnants of a vampiric past. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Please do take a look the other wonderful work there and I hope you enjoy this sample of my own.

Thank you for reading

Richard