Somehow I'd Forgotten All My Memories
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Somehow, I’d forgotten
all my memories,
or was pretending to
like a zombie
milling about
in search
of sustenance.
So, after the funeral,
...
Not Just A Bunch of Words
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Poetry is not just a bunch of words
it's imagery of nature and bird-...
How My Garden Grows
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A poem flowers in my garden,
spreading pollen and scent
to anyone who lingers.
It may lead to strata beneath
or beyond reality, but
its words...
Poetry
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Pictured Rock National Seashore - Upper Michigan
*Poetry*
Poetry is a friend,
one who listens when no one is around,
a friend who is always there and
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*an image created for me at Bing AI;*
* Tell Me*
What would i do without you bird song?
You; clock of the dawn so well sung
Where would i have been this...
Poet In Search of a Poem
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When life has worn you into
an unthinking shell
without words
and you sit, blinking into space,
in a place of No Thought,
tap the lifeline
of poetry
that...
Poem
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We write these little poems
On the edge of our bed
Wrapped up warm
Against the chilly winds
Poetry saved our life
Words like heart beats
Electricity
Runnin...
Orbit and Waterfowl
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Here are we, in our clean white smocks
carrying our easels
waddling in flocks
freed by signatures, approved by weasels
with keys to all the locks.
Gone i...
light and dark
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*~thine eyes that are closed can open, the frown that is cast so stoically
upon your face can convert into a smile, the heart that beats without care
can...
Til My Ship Comes In
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Til My Ship Comes In
Becalmed on a sea of smoke
a nowhere that could be anywhere
I made an indigo wind
to fill my sails.
"It's just enc...
Topics: Forgiveness/Spring/Change*
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Note: *I cut the financial considerations out of this essay for a reading
in the Simpson House writing group.
As spring gallops forward with green...
The Suitcase
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I once owned a suitcase
The one which you wouldn't find now
It was sturdy and strong
The top had a brown cloth lining
With leather patches in the corne...
Melancholy is a Season Not a Sentence
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It’s not just a feather
but a wing note
begging to be translated
with eyes of ink that sees
poetry before it’s written.
It’s not just a thing left
to be...
The Beauty in Scars
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"scars" Digital art by Beth Conklin
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The poem below is a response to my favorite prompt that is now back for all
poe...
Hopefulness
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Cynicism
is the most unforgiving
proof of gravity.
I arrive at
the pinnacle
of the Hill of Hope,
and I stayed up there
for a minute,
catching my...
Unfinished ~ Four Sonnets
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Asunder
There is a space for my body here.
I move aside the oxygen, or breathe
it in with many other atoms I never see
and for the briefest moment, feel he...
The Barefoot Peace of Ash Wednesday
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peace, barefoot
walking slowly toward me
floating grey and silver
the Holy flashing through
peace, a gathering of flickering angels
he then she then...
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A Stimulated Mind
by
Belva Staples
*Making things entirely from scratch, *
*Brings a certain sense of satisfaction, *
*Because the uniqueness of a cr...
Weight(lessness)
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As the sun slowly gets to the other part of the world, leaving us in the
dark, some very tiny, little creatures come alive and they fly in search of
li...
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*as such green leaves flow*
*trees fill this summers forest*
*last seasons born birds*
*__So often, awareness marches through your minds time as you wonder ...
April Afternoons
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MorgueFile by GaborfromHungary
wait, spring will find you
look for emergent grubs under the underbrush
when newly hatched birds
are hungriest...
Time For Testing Testing
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I think it has been a while since the cat posted something here. Who knows
though as time is different for a rhyming rear. What? That doesn't count
one b...
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When I started this blog in 2012, I had no long-term expectations for it. I
simply wanted to provide prompts as a small service to other poets. Over ...
Early morning light
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The sun's early morning light breaks through the bedroom window
And brightens the dim room where I wake from my sleep
Her own pictures on the walls no...
14th
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My blog turns 14. My almost-forgotten blog.
Funny though, a few days ago, someone asked me if I am into photography. I
said yes. Then she asked for my we...
a duck's gonna quack
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*the path round the lake winds like a storybook trail*
*in greenish blue and blue and green*
*and aqua notes that stir peaceably *
*in the pleasance o...
I Can't Please You
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I'm sorry that I can't
Please you.
That I can't bend my
Spirit, my will, my existence
Into a pretzel for you to
Consume and find a bit
Of satisfaction for...
TIME TO FLY
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https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
*The matter about this matter*
*is that we created it*
*mind create matter*
*mind over matter*
*and boy...
A Note from the Poet
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Excuse me while I kiss the sky....
*Jimi Hendrix*
Dear friends and fellow poets
Thank you for visiting my Skywriting Blog, which has been my creative spa...
Ages of Entanglement, a novel
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My novel was recently released and is available from various sources. It is
the culmination of two years of writing and revising, so I’m kind of glad
that ...
How Did It Feel
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How did it feel
the breath that you held
for heartbeats,
four heartbeats,
a sway hollow knell.
Rattling ribs
till they finally fell
apart - tell me, how did ...
A TALE of FORTUNE... SPA's GYPSY CHALLENGE...
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I'm a gypsy
Are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me
I never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won't b...
The Paris End of '62 by Geoff Page
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*The Paris End of '62*
In Armidale at Tatts Hotel
in 1962
the Ladies Lounge
became a bistro - but that was not
a word they knew.
The 'continental' had ...
Poem: ACCEPT
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*This was written for Poets United's Midweek Motif:*
*Dark Moon, New Moon*
*I have to accept the hurricanes*
*that are happening everywhere*
*Look at them l...
SPA-- Oriental
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Been a long time since I've played here...or played at all. Still lots
going on here, both physical and emotional, but we are looking for peace
and joy wh...
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Life
It has always been
a daring adventure
I lusted on adventure
now I am becalmed
in a waveless sea
It is time to find my
second coming, it is
time to li...
Jazz Moon
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Jazz moon shines softly
in the ebony sky
The stars
notes on a staff
of telephone wires
Waiting to be played
by anyone looking up
My love and I walk
measure b...
Sad Eyes
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Photo:SlaRueB weeping in the wind as the willow blows a remembrance of
forgotten times bending branches moves as one as we danced all night to the
Autumn m...
Cuz Culcha
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Sista,
remember makin cinnamon toast
and chewin back
bitz of the periodick table
like it were vitamins.
knowble gases
hevvy metals
an your luv letters
to Jon...
Identity Is Love
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*Streaming River is attractive*
*Identity of that river*
*Is cold..*
*Blooming flower is pleasant *
*Identity of that flower *
*Is **fresh...*
*Rising...
There Comes A Time...
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when we rethink things. Looking back and reflecting on one thousand
thirty-two posts, six thousand fifty-nine comments, and two hundred eleven
followers ...