Caring To Listen

Savvy Raj

The Heart of Nature
Plays tunes for those who listen.
Pull a single chord in nature
You will hear it commune in the synchrony

Being In nature we understand
The value of balance
And we learn to trust in faith
As we inspire wonders of nature.
And a certain reverence for life.

For in respecting life in and around us
We learn to understand ourselves more.

Nature teaches us much,

If we truly care to listen.


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Siren Whispers

He balances

on the edge of my sensuality,

precariously close and yet

too far

breathing in my essence

letting it saturate


allowing my taste 

to settle 

upon his tongue, savoring me

senses alive with




yet not touching

knowing I’d pull him into the flames

with me


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All rights reserved.

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Wings of change

Megha's World

Inspired by the Writing prompt given by the FIVE 2 One on Twitter

Those fleeting winds

riding the angled ends of the metal plate

life hides its inspiration in smallest of things 

a haphazard moment,

a ripple in time,

or a floating dandelion

swayed away by the merciful winds

they still seem to fulfill the purpose

of sharing the love 

where and whenever it takes root

we all are migrant 

riding on the wings of time

trying to dig roots in this fleeting moment

too surreal to be true

we all are in this together 

a little of me,

a little of you.


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davidbrucehaiku: friends

Lost And Mourning

Sarah Doughty

“I gave myself permission to stop.
I gave myself permission to cry.”

Today, I gave myself permission to stop. I gave myself permission to cry. Because all those people I’ve lost deserve to be mourned.

Not for their benefit, but for mine.

© Sarah Doughty

Because they never deserved
a piece of my heart and soul,
but they took, nonetheless.

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The Old Man – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

The old man sat alone in the dark
Waiting for the dream to come
The one of how things used to be
When she was his and he was free

He remembered his life in these castle walls
When all he saw was her
And the love they shared together
Each night before the dawn

They danced on the shore of the Sea of Dreams
Lost in their euphoria of what was meant to be
Outside the world was sleeping
Inside they were young and free

They danced all night until the dawn
And when the morning came
The old man sat upon his throne
And on his head they placed his crown

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved

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