A matter of life and death ❤️

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Not all decisions are easy to make, some decisions are devastatingly hard. Some decisions are a matter of life and death.

Even if you are faced with such challenging situations, and even if you have no one to support you through this difficult time – you can make it through. One breath at a time.

The most important thing to remember is to listen to your heart and do what feels right for you at this very moment. A few years from now you might view a situation like this in another light, but you can’t think like that now. What it right for you NOW, is right for you now. Rest in that.

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Dangerous Thoughts

What she wrote next

They way he looked
at her
He stared in to her soul
The way he kissed her
Giddy with loss of her control

Dangerous liaisons
Cause cheeks of cherry red
Delirious with the flush of magic
Sensibility of her mind has fled

Passionate moments
Dangerous thoughts
Aroused by temptation
Desire ties her in knots

He turns
He walks away
She is left with the blush
Of suggestive pleasure

#godoggo

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Making Waffle – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Word of the Day – Waffle

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Photo: pm.gov.au

“Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man, and our politicians take advantage of this prejudice by pretending to be even more stupid than nature made them.”  Bertrand Russell 

Making Waffle

The hubris riddled party hack
wandered the vaulted halls as
if he owned them,
sniffing at intrusions,
throwing disdain at the press,
ignoring widows and orphans,
hating on foreigners,
making excuses for the inexcusable,
and feathering his nested future,
waffling to a groaning sundry
of his pointless achievements,
to the point that he was anaesthetic,
and ended in a jam.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Breaking Horses

House of Heart

You are getting closer.
I hear the crunch of sand
and the skitter of stones beneath your
boots. The scent of tanned leather stings
my nostrils and fingers of steel butterflies
inflict fresh flesh wounds.
Your feathered crop gently brushes my shivering
shoulders, it floats over proud bones luring me
to the killing fields.
With no where to hide nothing can save me.
You have always known how to break wild horses.

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – February 24

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 55 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? If you didn’t, what stopped you? Self-doubt can leave you feeling like a deer in the headlights, petrified, off-balance, and powerless. Instead of using your precious minutes to type even a handful of words on the page, you allow yourself to be distracted.

Perhaps you stare at a blank screen, convinced your work recounts an incoherent trip along a winding road leading you nowhere. Your vivid imagination has forsaken you, leaving you in a void of uninspired darkness. You suspect you are a fraud who will never be good enough.

Breathe. Think about the adventure you want your audience to experience, explore your plot, meet…

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#Quadrille: For I am a Poet

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“have i gone mad?

im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.” 

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Once I peeled back layers
of who I thought I was
I found my true heart’s calling
in cooing of mourning doves
and a cloudless azure sky.
For I am a poet,
an observer in this world
I write fanciful words
with wings unfurled.

dVerse Poets Pub: #Quadrille #98- Peelings, nothing more

Go Dog Go Cafe: Promote Yourself Monday

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