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Beauty
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A Dash of Sunny. Residing, reflecting, revolving. Inside a heart, more nature than art. Radiating, emerging, blooming. Photo Credits: favim.com. Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United. August 12, 2015. August 12, 2015 at 11:27 am. A beautiful heart radiates outward and can be seen / felt by all in that person’s presence! August 12, 2015 at 11:34 am. Thank you so much, so glad you liked it 😀. Highly appreciated, lots of love 🙂. August 12, 2015 at 11:29 am. August 12, 2015 at 11:35 am. True beauty does ...
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Robin's Nest: August 2015
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Saturday, August 29, 2015. The sun hides his face. Amber dawn heralds the day. Night's secrets now hide. The sun's wide grin smiles. Nature speaks with one voice. I worm out of bed. Stop, my sweet wife says. You're leaving me here to rot? She fosters that look. Life's not that easy. Marriage taught me a great deal. The sun hides his face. Image found at www.cherrymenlove.com. I hear the tap of his cane. Before I see him. The athlete now gone. Swarthy sportsman in his prime. What smooths his way now?
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Robin's Nest: May 2015
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Saturday, May 30, 2015. Cherries in her hat. I waited for her. She is late for her latte. This girl that I've dated. Is a bit arty-crafty. I like her so much. Should I buy her ring? Now there is a thought. But she's covered with bling. She's got this gold chain. Somewhere there in with the rest. Fourteen carats so she says. But it's lost on her chest. I'm boiling just waiting here. Here she comes, thank goodness for that. Now here's a strange surprise. There are cherries in her hat! Leads to a fight.
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Robin's Nest: April 2015
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Wednesday, April 29, 2015. Justice is so fair. Justice for the rich. Prison for the poor. Just who would want for more. Guilty is a sin. Locked up you must be. So that you're no longer free. Your kids were hungry. That you could not abide. Now you'll be rotting here inside. Business man here too. Special treatment he'll rank. Will be out soon with money in the bank. Justice is so fair. So what's your colour Jack? A long sentence, 'cos you're black. Image found at www.123rf.com. Beer, beer, glorious beer.
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Robin's Nest: Night my companion
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Sunday, August 9, 2015. I was so restless. I could not sleep. Dressed and took a walk. Still a dark night. Morning yet to come. But light to see by. My friend was there. Moon skipped in and out. Owl hooted with laughter. As the wind whispered. Then there was a howl. How I love the scent. Of the night air. How I love her. She's my true friend. Image found at www.motherscircle.net. August 9, 2015 at 12:42 AM. August 9, 2015 at 1:18 AM. The night is often a soothing companion.a time of true reflection.
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Robin's Nest: Delving Deep
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Saturday, August 8, 2015. She took my hands in hers. Looked first at my palms. Then deep into my eyes. My heart just like a drum beat. As she read me, knowing me. Scouring, scrying my past. And reading the future. By her diviners ancient art. Delving deep into my soul. Parting the web of my mind. Uttering a rattle in her throat. That slowly receded to a gasp. She opened her eyes wide. Only then to cry out. Staring at her fingers. Like a spiders web. All the while chanting. Sending chills through me.
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1965 Footprints: POW Prompt # 1
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Wednesday, May 5, 2010. POW Prompt # 1. Words like bullets aimed. At our brains keep poetry. This haiku is a response to a prompt on the new "Poetry On Wednesday" website found here: http:/ rallentanda.blogspot.com/2010/05/pow-prompt-1.html. May 5, 2010 at 10:43 AM. I think were all prisoners of poetry! Words like bullets is a sharp image! May 5, 2010 at 11:12 AM. Yes I like the idea of prisoners of poetry as well. We can all attend poetry rehab together! May 5, 2010 at 11:50 AM. May 5, 2010 at 1:17 PM.
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A Good Day – Soul Speak
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Welcome to my Truth…. A whistling wind whips up everything. Including one of my garbage bins. I hear the clunk, bang, slam. Echo through the walls as it crashes. To the frozen ground. The dog still wants his walk. Camouflage jacket in place. The wind’s outrage is no hardship. To him as off he goes. I hold his retractable leash. And follow, treading softly, slowly. Left overs from snow the other day). Aware there is more due to arrive. My teen walks with us to the end. A quick kiss to the cheek and off.
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The unexplored life | writing+thoughts+pictures=me | Page 2
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Crafting and other capers. Vanity Fair…me, me, me, me, me. Where I’ve been. March 23, 2015. Where did I go. The one who used to while away. The hours, trotting around the crevices. Of imagination and lives that could be lived. Molding an existence, smelling of play dough rather than settling like stone. Like the person who sits. Headphones on, heart turned off. Brain disconnected by the everyday slog. And where did the promise go? Leaking out of every orifice. As time pushed on, like gall stones. The goo...
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An oldy, but a goody… | The unexplored life
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Crafting and other capers. Vanity Fair…me, me, me, me, me. Where I’ve been. An oldy, but a goody…. March 23, 2015. I was having some interesting chats with friends this weekend, and the subject of break-ups and the subsequent gossip they generate came up. Then I looked through some old material and, low and behold, back in 2004 I had written a poem on this very topic so thought I’d share it – for all those people caught in the post-break up maelstrom. When voices rise against you. That two people share in.
