Teeth
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We dream of losing
Our teeth
They fall from our gums
Like lost pennies
Dropping from
A ripped pocket
How peculiar
She giggles
Perhaps we are consuming
T...
Sea Star
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Sometimes I see us both
at the ocean shore
looking out.
You are wading further out from me
wearing your swimming trunks
and cheerful broken hea...
1168
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*artwork of Louis Wain courtesy dVerse poets pub*
*Under Tree Shade*
My smiling eyes doth see
The sun is out and shining.
Where for a glass of milk be
This e...
The Year of the Rough Draft
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*The Year of the Rough Draft*
Let this be the year of the rough draft
start something and then drop it
throw things out and then regret
...
A Poem for Your Pocket
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When I'm looking for light,
I read poems.
When I'm fleeing heartache,
I write them.
Maybe I look out my window
and see some small puff-ball clouds
slowl...
On Set Mishap 1928
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I, Guinivere Golde, aspiring megastar and idol of millions,
was performing in Pharaoh and the Flapper, when the wildcat
I held
on a leash
suddenly and del...
NAPOWRIMO APRIL 24...DAYS 22 - 30
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DAY 22 CINQUAIN swiss guardmulticolouredoutfits carnival styleprotecting
the pope from the foeyeah surethe popeso reassuredof being protectedby
rainbow c...
One Dance, One Chance
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[image: Free Vintage Victorian vector and picture]
Courtesy of Pixabay
Tell me there’s time for that mystical dance
we’ll create magic ...
Vignettes
-
emptying out
a magpie's nest
winter memories
***
how softly
leaves kiss the dust
still spring
***
chasing shades
summer noons....of
thirsty birdbaths
*...
Becoming the Poetry
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source
My mother has been ill.
I am as empty of poetry
as a milkweed pod
whose silk and seed have flown.
Still standing as erect as a tree,
it has ou...
dear traveller
-
Do not wait for me
I have found my map
Though my pockets are lined with sadness
I carry your gift, a wild flower yellow pin
I have found my map
An...
The Ink in the Well
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Within me there is a well both empty and overflowing.
There is dust, summer rain, the sound of my voice,
and the echo of others.
I often fear it isn’t p...
light and dark
-
*~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 Beauty in Scars
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"scars" Digital art by Beth Conklin
Visit her etsy store & click HERE
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...
-
*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
-
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 ...
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