Sleeping Fireball

Roth Poetry

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Spring Forward… Fall Backwards

It happens every year as regular as clockwork

Playing with light // playing with time

Daylight Savings Time // Eastern Standard Time

Shifting daylight // stealing from dusk

Watching in desperation as the sun goes to sleep

Snoring through December as light dissolves into darkness

Like a bear in winter chasing dreams through the galaxy

Sleet and snow keep us slip sliding away

Wishing for lengthening days and summer sunshine

When once again that sleepy fireball lights up the sky

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Open link night at d’verse and Kim reminded us that time changes this weekend. So here is my poem about Falling Backwards.

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Feelings

Sabrina Escorcio

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I am often told
that emotions
are fleeting
that they come
and then go
as for me
this is far from truth
when I encounter
a feeling
I am victim
to its intensity of touch
fondling every piece
of its existence

I reside within its world
and stay awhile
travel
see the sights
experience
it’s hidden treasures
and monuments
converse
with its inhabitants
at times I even argue
with my travel companion
keep record of my moments
both good and bad
then add each
to the photo album
hidden in my mind
knowing it won’t be long
before I visit
with them again

©Sabrina Escorcio
2016

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My Words Are Yours

Confab With Me

And I plunged into your heart
through your meandering silhouette talks, each word pulling me into you,
each verse firming the bond
and after drenching in your tinge
I realize your love is divine,
your thoughts have the depth of the abyss
and your soul consumed me
drawing me into you
and now my thoughts, my words, my verses, my proses
have become deviant
for they are now yours

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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Seasons Of Life Change #Poetry

But I Smile Anyway...

Feeling poetical…

We talk about life like seasons
Those different stages of life
The spring being our childhood
Summer, settled with husband or wife
Autumn comes bringing changes
Then winter creeps up on us all
It’s in our hands, our legacy
Do we leave smiles or tears that will fall?

But recently the seasons
Have not conformed too well
The fresh spring being frozen
The summer a fiery hell
And autumn, well thats still a muddle
Sometimes cold, sometimes hot
But winter merges within it too
Do we need woollies or not?

And so it seems life is following
A pattern just as confused
Our childhoods seem to be shortening
It’s hard to keep kids amused
Adulthood creeps up on us quickly
Responsibilities turning up heat
Some live a life of luxury
Others scamble for food to eat

Midlife crises and changes
Creep upon us before we know
Even our…

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Happy birthday, mankind

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This poem is dedicated to my friend Chuck who turned 70 years yesterday – all good wishes my friend 🙂
Dear blog-reader, please check out his lovely poem-blog:
https://thereluctantpoetweb.wordpress.com/

Born in a day of light
Life paves it way
Along pearls of years
Given by God

Deep thankfulness remains
In the heart
For mother and father
Giving life though oneness

Each year a candle is lit
In our heart and spirit
For life is given
Celebration of our being

Let us use this being
To be in harmony with everyone
Then our birthday is a celebration
For all of us…

DidiArtist, 31.10.2018


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Warrior – Version 2

Penny Wilson Writes

*I’ve had some suggestions about a few of my pieces from a friend.  I’m taking those pieces and reworking them.  So you may see some things here that look familiar.  I feel this new version of Warrior flows better and makes more sense.  I hope you enjoy it.  ❤  

She does not fear the battle.

Her battle started long ago.

She knows her worth.

She will not cower.

Nor compromise.

She sees tomorrow

for the daughters

and the sisters.

Tomorrow’s legacy.

She will stand tall

in the face of those

that would cast her

to the shadows.

Those that do not

want her truth to be heard.

Tomorrow brings hope,

for a time when

she can lay down her sword,

and her sisters will go

Free.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

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