Come enjoy the late night inspirations in a dream in – TIPPED!
You tiptoed into my dream last night
You slipped in quietly next to me
You smelled my hair long and hard
You softly kissed the small of my back
Careful not to wake me up
You stayed long enough
to feel the warmth of my night
You left quick enough
to not let me catch the dim of your glow
©NMY
It doesn’t matter if the world believes in your dream as long as it has won your commitment and trust.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Photo: cfsrecoveryproject.com
My inertia sailed in on a full spinnaker
on a Sunday afternoon,
of course I had other things to do,
but my mind was unmade
and my limbs undirected.
So I took a moment,
and toasted the afternoon,
and I thought,
for the briefest of moments,
that I might just sail back again,
but instead I stayed and talked to the dolphins.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
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SADNESS
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like happiness, a
normal human emotion;
all have suffered loss
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Please come and enjoy Paul Lenzi’s – Canard
Illustration of Self-Delusion
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oh what lies we tell
to the years in the mirror
when we were all kings
your day wears a shirt ~ of pure winter-grey cashmere ~ brushed against my heart — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
The last leaf falls
to the ground, solitary
sentries within my garden
tall
proud
naked
to the gaze of the sun
vulnerable and exposed, limbs
aching for the touch
in winter’s kiss
autumn’s slumber becoming
the waiting beauty
of winter
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Day 15 of NaNoWriMo. Theoretically, by the end of today, you should have 25,000 words written of the 50,000 words due in yet another 15 days. Your book is half-way written Yikes! That’s a lot of words. But, if you have been trucking along day by day, you should be there. Right?
Well, I will admit, I am not there. There is this pesky thing called life that keeps getting in my way. But that will not stop me, I will keep trucking along even after November 30. There is a habit forming, and I think I like it. Writing this book is transforming my life.
Is your writing impacting your life?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
You sit beside me one evening, as I pass on to you my guitar,
“Where do you want my hands?”, you smirk, “Tell me my little rock star”.
I roll my eyes at the remark, “Do you really wanna learn this honey?”,
“Of course” , you say innocently and smile, “I will do anything for you sweety”.
And I shake my head and giggle , “You know you really should stop saying that,
Now hold the fretboard like this, and press these strings, don’t chat”.
You roll your eyes at my bossiness, but sweetly do as I say,
“Now place your other hand this side, and strum this G chord this way”.
“Wow that’s real romantic”, you smile, as the strings come alive beautifully,
“But I think I have a better idea , cause I am feeling a bit lonely”.
And before I can understand what you mean, I find…
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The Reluctant Poet 