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Night accompanies with a slice of solace
A cup of charcoal sky simmers with a chameleon moon
How i luv your spooky accusations
Ghosts, g...
Mea Culpa
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Did you know that turtles talk to each other?
I didn't know it either, till a scientist on the radio
played recordings of their guttural utterances,
ex...
Death
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Death--the capitalized one--
in his cosplay hoodie
holding his skateboard
is as dull as junk mail.
It's lying there dying that's terrifying.
That's whe...
chestnut
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i have always admired
your shoulders
the way you walk with confidence
and notice me with your gaze—
the me inside this cracking shell
i am your...
Midsummer
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I sit on a second-floor-porch
rocking chair with a book open in my lap.
Earlier I saw the dawn break
through a cloudy sky, and watched the sun rise.
Now ...
The Symbol
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This week on Poets And Storytellers United, Rosemary wants us to write a
poem inspired by one of the given images. I chose this one :
In our pantheon o...
Out of the Ordinary
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I awoke this morning to an ordinary day
the sun peeking through the blinds where
last night’s moonlight lulled me into sleep
the clock that sits on the ni...
grieving memory
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*~this moment arises, with a sense of melancholy,*
*a feeling of emptiness bestowed upon with sadness,*
*as thoughts gather wantonly, most profoundly of...
a work in progress
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i would find you
between sun-dried flowers
spent, tongue rolled back
from screaming at the top
of your lungs
hoping to get my attention
forgive me
if i ...
Traveling Without a Voice
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I don’t know about
directions anymore.
The maps were stolen
by apps that claim
they know the shortest
path from here to there.
With all the technology
...
Writers Circle Prompt: Midsummer
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Midsummer
In the Northern hemisphere, Summer Solstice is the longest day, and
Midsummer is a few days past Solstice. The days start getting s...
After the Scary Thing
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*source*
*After the Scary Thing*
Sometimes life is scary.
Medical appointments,
the waiting room silence,
the test results not yet known.
The eye exam t...
Legacy
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Legacy
https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2026/04/friday-writings-222-legacies.html
I am not concerned with what I may leave behind
But ra...
Goat's Delight
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Goat's Delight
The yellowed moon hangs low,
a pendant swung from night's cold neck,
blind platinum stare bent
blinkless on the baleful ea...
Wonder
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Grandma’s hands are almost never still. They’re usually guiding a needle
through a hem, repairing a worn sock, or knitting something warm. But
toni...
The History of One Life
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Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List -- The Prodigy
*Come join us!*
*Through many windows life looks out... Through windows rosy with young...
About the Poet
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Collected Works 2009 - 2024 About the Poet
Kerry O’Connor has been writing poetry since 2009. Her themes are
existential and she draws inspiration fro...
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...
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...
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...
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...
I BELIEVE ONLY IN GARLIC
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https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
*It is mid morning*
*and some salesmonkey in Mississippi*
*is ringing my number*
*ignoring the grave warn...
A Wise Woman Writes a Survival Manual
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Morgue File
by Ken Brasier
I do what I can,
whip white horses into froth
to line a horizon
pull at bone layers
to make spit out of fire
fill you w...
Everyday Table
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This is a poem written for the Midweek Motif on Poets United on “Everyday
Living.”
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-ev...
Poets United
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I happened to visit Poets United and discovered two wonderful ladies, who
have given hours of their time to this creative poetic endeavor are passing
their...
Zipline
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I was browsing my Facebook page when a promotion from Toroverde - Jebel
Jais Flight popped up. It was offering a 54% discount from its regular
price for y...
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 MOMENT of PERFECT PEACE...
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I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world,...
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...
A Lesson in Melittology (or Tea with Plath)
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“You always made the best tea”, I confess.
Something in the method: fanning the bag
In the cathartic lung space ‘tween spoon and china. ...
Lions and Tigers and Bears
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Oh my...
Lion, hats and background from the Midnight Reverie collab from Mischief
Circus; the rest from my stash.
I love polar bears!
Tuesday Poem - 'Agnus Dei' by Marty Smith
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*Agnus Dei*
I carried the lamb in a sack on my horse
It's buggered, said Dad, throw it in the creek.
The creek leaped, dimpled. Small bubbles
whirled, i...
My Parents
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Courtesy: Poets United
When you two fought
you never knew
how I burnt
in your wrath.
I was a water body,
too brine to taste.
But the Kal-boishakhi*** days...
Tick Tock
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Tick Tock
I hear my
Biological clock
Ticking away
The eggs I have
In short supply.
“Yuh nuh have
A child, yet?”
He looks at me
Like fertile soil
In whi...
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...
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Another Day
My smoke alarm is beeping
it sounds like my Peach Faced Lovebird
I have missed him for a long time
sitting on my shoulder, nibbling my ear
now...
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...
cheers with life
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*Fill one half*
*in passion*
*Sandy *
*The remaining half*
*in Love ....*
*this is coonect to - **PoetryPantry #287 of PU*
*photo credit here*
*-nuwan-*
Every Scrap
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Life is fragile
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
presence
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You w...
Ring of Fire by Mary Eliza Crane
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At the wane of a long season of heat filled yellow sky, fire consumes
mountain forests infested, decimated by bark beetles feasting in their own
changing w...
faded pages
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*in the days of mostly easy time, *
*there is the odd reminder of another place.*
*fragrant reminiscence in a flash; *
*passed - but in its wake - a trace....
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 ...