Tag: Poetry
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Nosedive
We nosedived into it, the land of all possibilities. We fell in love to plunge in over and over and over into the flow of all fantasies, dreams and realities~ To lick the swirly clouds from the blue sky Swim amongst the ocean of exploding stars Swing with the silken rope of the night Tiptoe…
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Free fall
Since you have introduced yourself Spring never kissed so sweet Winter’s cold embrace so welcoming Summer intoxicating and Autumn a Dream Since you have introduced yourself I have been free falling into myself in bright streams of colors, somersaulting in shimmering hues, lifting off the ground to destiny of freedom. An escape from gravity a…
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Flow of Things
Restive lying on the lap of the Wind swirling with a rustle of paper leaves rising and dipping like a kite unstrung drifting whimsically like seeds of a dandelion, a wish upon the heart Boundless. Spin a dance! within the current of the Wind. Step blithely! into the flow of Things. Oh, what a beautiful…
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Lets you dream.
There is something about a blank canvas, a blank paper, lump of mud far horizons that draws you lets you dream. To sink intoan ink blot, a letter, a dimple on a clod of clay, a swirl of color, a music note across the waters or a rising sculpture to the sky. To spin stories…
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Dance a ring!
These fields were meant to be walked the tall stalks to be brushed against the sighs of unfurling flowers caressed the roaring winds deafening, the peals of the stars tinkling into twilight gazed upon, the drumbeats of rolling clouds to beat with, the dance of the deep trees in creaky waves erupting from the Heart…
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the Great Wall
We say fear is pervasive like cancer slow and insidious but love says give me only an instant to burn through just the same like wildfire scorching through the shadow of Separation casted by fear lighting up brazier after brazier along the Great Wall ablaze in sun rising glory not for a warning but a…
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Flesh of Nature.
How long must we stay meek under our withering gaze? How long must we grind under our iron fist? How long must we burn at the stake for the cries of our soul? How long must we bleed till we are satiated in the blood of those unborn? Why have we come to the point…
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A quiver of a cell.
If my eyes darken ears ring silence tongue rolls away numb, scents freeze on its’ tracks fingers and toes lay limp caged within a body like a tomb of flesh. Only breathing Breathing My body fed on by each breath will quiver Quiver with everything I write. With every pulse and surge of my blood…
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The maiden weeps.
There’s a maiden weeping tonight alone in the dark none see the tears rolling down her cold cheeks but the Moon, pretending to hide behind the clouds shining upon her tears whispering, ‘My child dear, Why do you cry?’ She shakes a sob of fear of hurt and hate of loneliness, worthlessness of sorrow in…
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A never-ending read.
To read, everything there is to read— The swell of your cheeks in a hidden smile. Your words, tumbling over my tongue tasting more than you reveal. The subtle movement of your brows. What the swish of your dress whispers in your wake. What a falling leaf spinning dizzy unto the Earth says. What the…
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