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SlobbsBlogg: Beeze
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013. Flight over fields of fiddleweed. Zigging and zagging in their. Ever evasive aerial errands,. Erratic distraction for those. Seeking the secretly seeping. And hidden honey hives. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Hello, I'm friendly. Memphis, tn, United States. View my complete profile. MAKING STUFF UP DAILY. Wrote the soundtrack to my life. 2013 Shutterfly Photo book. The Memoirs of Lindsey. To Howl in the Daytime. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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SlobbsBlogg: Jasmine Haiku.
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Thursday, April 11, 2013. Aroma of new romance. Jasmine scent drifts in. On the other hand. When love is old and jaded. Smells like dead flowers. Posted for Haiku Heights.Subject Jasmine. Inspired by the theme at. I really love the two opposing views. Well done. April 11, 2013 at 2:14 PM. This made me laugh. Thanks. Old dried flowers dont smell like much to me. -). April 11, 2013 at 5:35 PM. Love when humour encroaches on a Haiku - nicely done :-). April 11, 2013 at 7:52 PM. April 12, 2013 at 12:59 PM.
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SlobbsBlogg: Wiki me D.E.
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Thursday, July 25, 2013. Wiki me D.E. Ok, interesting.had to wiki DE to understand, but intersting.made of the fossilized remains of algae .interesting.dont think i ever heard of this stuff. July 26, 2013 at 6:50 AM. This made me realize how much Ive learned and forgotten. I enjoy the blend of science and poetry and Ill stop by Wikipedia to remind me of it. If my memory serves me correctly, its a good thing in the garden. July 26, 2013 at 3:23 PM. July 26, 2013 at 6:44 PM. Wiki is a most beautiful mind.
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SlobbsBlogg: Becoming
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Thursday, April 18, 2013. Pauses of pulse, at the edge of eternity,. As the fall begins it starts up again. The face of death shimmmers. In mirage, only to vanish. With each breath and surge-. Each pulse is wealth. Now only thoughts are visible,. Filled with air and echos-. Hollow tones and holes. The edge of firelight. Flickering warm, inviting-. Gathering fear like harvest. Soul seeding with belonging. As all are joined in endings. But with pockets turned out. At the river,. All is poor in death. April...
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SlobbsBlogg: DUSTY LUST
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013. Heart like a Texas tumbleweed. Traveling, tachycardic through towns of ghosts. Gathering speed and dusty lust. Passing by a burning bush. Bouncing upon rutted roads. Of long ago love. Forward moving and always. With a fickle wind behind. Which way will the wind blow today? Just a short little verse today for www.dversepoets.com. Trying to break out of my writer's block.the topic for Open Link Night. May 22, 2013 at 9:12 PM. I can relate, and I liked how this read. Well done!
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SlobbsBlogg: Soul Frost Between Samhain and Solstice
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013. Soul Frost Between Samhain and Solstice. Breathing in shards of glass, air so sharp it cuts. The lungs and rakes the nose raw-. Lips red, raggedy, whipped by the wind. Heat and light flowing from the fire. Warms the body, but leaves the soul chilled. The coolness winds around my legs. And, like old ghosts at my feet. Coldness settles in the bones. In November, O Sol sets much too early. The wintery twins Woe and Dysphoria. Pull me down and sit on me-. I try to leave them home.
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SlobbsBlogg: running away weather
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013. Another season comes chilly. Freezing at your mouth. Like frosting on your lips. Tastes like running away weather. Orange and gold and red;. A blinding autumn sun. Low on the horizon. Feels like running away weather. It seems like the end of something. Or maybe it's the beginning. Wood fires burn distant. Over crystal glowing hills. Smells like running away weather. Short fast days and long slow nights;. Cold silver moon stands watch. And rise of restless sun. Thank you for y...
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SlobbsBlogg: Memoirs of Memory
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Wednesday, June 5, 2013. Holes in the place where only gyri were before. Gyri and sulci,; pons, oblongata. Blacked out spaces with no neural ganglia. Only memory footprints, echos and hollow. A longing to let go, let it go. Lingering longingly to recall. But not really knowing what. Went wrong or when. Or even what it was to be recalled. If anything at all. There is a feeling of weightlessness in your verse.without the anchor of memory.of just kinda floating there. June 5, 2013 at 5:41 AM.
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SlobbsBlogg: Once upon a setting Sun
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Friday, February 14, 2014. Once upon a setting Sun. Once upon a beach of the Eastern shore waves gently stroke the land. And seabirds fuss over spots to squat and warm the new lain eggs. Grains of sand gritty between toes warmed by the setting Sun. Sinking slow, a pastel light show with lavender. And blackbirds are flung across the pink canvas of heavens gate. A last golden flash radiates the horizon and slowly stars appear-. Luna shows her radiant face glancing briefly at her fleeting love;.