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[Egon Schiele, Field of Flowers (1910), courtesy, dVerse Poets Pun]
Dense intense vibrant reds
Hold the garden inbreds
Very much like the crowd
At a fo...
TANKA TUESDAY CHALLENGE NO 79
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Emotional ExpressionJapanese poets often use color to express feelings
rather than to define them explicitly. For instance, a poet might describe
a scene w...
Opening Doors in Retirement Community
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*The Open Door, Peter Ilsted (c.1910)*
We hold doors open for each other—
a kindness that promotes peace among
neighbors. Elevator doors could close ...
No Matter What the Grief
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*source*
*No Matter What the Grief*
No matter what the grief there is kindness
an unexpected card arrives with a personal message
a woman holds a glass...
SMALL KINDNESSES
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Edgar Allen Crow
by Pennybright Studios
A small, weary philosopher sits
on my left shoulder, muttering in my ear:
"There's no hope; clearly
the world ...
Wild Cloud Dreams
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Written for dVerse Poets Pub, MTB compounding the stem with Laura
Bloomsbury. In her words, Compounding the Stem we are composing in the
style of the Com...
Change
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*This week in Poets And Storytellers United Rosemary wants us to tell about
change, whatever it calls to mind. *
*My response:*
*I change*
*With the seaso...
Once In a Lifetime
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Once in a lifetime you get the Big Prize
but it comes wrapped in rainy days
and cotton batting, incognito if you will.
You stupid fuck, wake up will you,
a...
Dialogue Between Worlds
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Courtesy of Pixabay
In my dreams I have my
deepest conversation
a dialogue between the
mind and soul
words are not required
as pict...
peach
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to think that
i could be
first fruit in Eve's garden
amidst star-struck magnolias
& green-eyed apples
i could be *this-*
seducing you with my
sun-...
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...
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...
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...
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 ...
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