I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse at work, but I know I felt something at 1:40 a.m. the other morning- and then dreamed the rest of it later. The Moon Dance The moon, tho’ not full Cut the night left and right Like a surgeon’s sharp...
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After all these months, I finally have an inspired counterpart to the sonnet, The Burn. After The Burn was published, a dear friend asked for an answer to it— of sorts. So I scratched my noodle, wadded up a ton of paper, drained 47 ink pens, and came up with not only an answer,...
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My dreams often drop me off at interesting places, and this one left me somewhere I need to be… The Keep of Dreams On a Scottish Knoll, somewhere near the coast Where seas were crashing, spraying salty foam Above the plain, where bramble is the host Sat the ruins of a long gone king’s...
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As I sat on the porch at 2 in the morning, a mighty storm passed through the landscape around me- crashing into the primal tempest boiling in my soul. This poem is the result… The Rage Rain driving through concrete Wood, trees, and asphalt Thor’s mighty hammer rattling All life shivers to a halt...
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All should be quiet All should be calm But from my porch I can hear the noise, a clamoring riot An occasional car Passing through town Not all that close Empty morn air brings it from far Frogs sing the song Calling for new mates Unbroken melodies Going on for God knows how long...
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Yes- I am howling for you… Burnt Bread Poetry written in spilled flour Powder on flesh, tiger stripes traced Wolfish eyes blazing for hours Last letters blown silent so words would race Verses blurred into whispered growls Nails on skin as two hearts howl Primal reduction where there’re no lies At the core howling...
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This wonderful poem was inked by a beautiful soul, Helen (@Colour_Being on Twitter) and inspired by Time Away. Enjoy! Distance Can’t reach, I’m sorrowed for every inch Of distance - Turns words into whispers, Parts grace In’ Leather and Lace. We dance With longing in every glance. Apart. ..How can you stitch a heart?
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Breathing Easier when I kiss you Harder when I miss you Impossible without you Unleashed within you Under your wings My breath sings Away from you My face is blue Breathing
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An answer to this poem of yearning was given by Helen (Colour_Being) and what a wonderful answer it is! TIme Away Every breath is heavy Each heart beat thunders I ache due to love’s levy Wonder if I’ll be torn asunder Hours seem like long years Life blurs before my very eyes Your voice,...
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This is for you, and you know exactly who you are…
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This is…free flowing from my heart. This is…pure emotion and dedication. This is…for you, the other half of my One. The First The first touch Binds us forever The first kiss Keeps us together The first taking Leaves us quaking Now I feel you keeping me Yet keeping me at bay Possible is hard...
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Broken My spirit is broken, Never to be free Who I am is lost There is no more me No one can help me No one dare tread Who I was gone Lost forever dead Forever trapped in limbo Wondering for eternity Death is even too afraid He leaves me wondering restlessly My dreams...
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I have been exploring various forms of poetry as of late- including Mirrored Refrain, Acrostic, and hell, I wrote my fist Haiku last week. I was even tormented and tortured by the Alexandrine(thank you, you know who)—a twelve syllable poem that is two lines of six syllables separated by ||—to the point of almost...
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I turned the burner up a little with this —okay, a lot. But I also toyed with another concept here and will leave it to you, my faithful fans, to discover it. If you do–drop it in the comments…. You Folks Rock!!! The Burn Hungry fire builds in your emerald eyes Those gorgeous orbs...
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Summer is winding down and I was inspired to write another that thrusts the four seasons together with love for another mash-up … The Season of Our Love Summer wanes like a fading ocean tide Autumn will flood and then forge its retreat Leaving Winter’s cold waters to preside Until Spring’s renewal laps at...
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My latest submission, this , was inspired by some very beautiful words I read somewhere. Knowing where I read those words isn’t nearly as important as seeing what I felt because of those words. Inspiration is out there, floating around- all anyone needs to do is to be open and ready for when the...
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My third published in a week is again not a sonnet, hell, I wouldn’t know what to call this except another foray into an emotion uncovered and played with while I watched the sun come up a few days ago… Yes, I am Watching the Sunrise Yes, I am watching the sunrise And holding...
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Though this is no sonnet, it is still awash with the the emotion of love… Our Oak Under an oak atop a small mountain Is where our hearts shall e’er play As our love will flourish every day The nights will keep no angry stain The onslaught of Winter’s icy bite Will ply no...
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I have had many comments on my that end up with ‘Who are you writing these for’, or ‘That is one lucky girl’, or ‘She better know what she has in you’. These are written for no one to speak of- they are results of me finding an emotion and swimming in it for...
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