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SO MUCH TO EXPERIENCE
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How much will be bad?
So much to experience
How much will be good?
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davidbrucehaiku: SO MUCH TO EXPERIENCE
Day: May 12, 2019
a dream killed me (POEM)
a dream killed me
a dream killed me frame by frame
echoes bound me name by name
kismet warned me claim by claim
this love scorched me flame by flame
though you killed me I’m to blame.
EXPLANATION.
Hold your horses, my dear readers. I promise that I am not brokenhearted or pining after a chico (for those of you who don’t know, chico is “boy” in Spanish, and I say it way too much when referring to males). Nope, I’m quite happy, and this poem was borne out of a humid midnight at home.
Though I am an emotional soul, I challenged myself to write this poem despite the fact that I have no idea where it came from or what it is really about. When I read it for the first time, it sounded like a bad break-up song. While this poem can be analyzed through that lens…
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Breathing
When I am
low
or lost
or sad
or angry
or alone.
When I am
happy
or brave
or wild
or excited
or at peace.
Certainly
when I am
aroused
or moved
or inspired.
I write.
It is like breathing.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Not new, but always true.
Art by Fabian Perez
Another Place, Another Time ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
I’m on my way
Not sure where I’m going
But it doesn’t matter
I’ll know when I get there
I’ve got miles and miles to go
Another night and I’m alone
I play my music
And sing my songs
Don’t you want to hear me?
Don’t you want to be me?
The night is dark and cold
But my blood runs hot
This was a choice I had to make
This is the road I had to take
I’m going back to once upon another time
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
Rain…Tapping
The Rain is Pounding…
A Storm is Brewing…
It is Intruding on my quiet Night
It sounds like people Shouting
Rains getting Louder…
Tapping Harder Against,
The window Pane
I know your There…
Getting closer, Inviting me to a Dance
A Dance now, the Winds are too High
On the Rooftop…
I may take off in the Sky
It’s Wet and Cold, I May catch a Cold
Tomorrow is a Special Day
Yonnie💜
InHisCare 🙏
CLOUDY
The Word of the Day is Cloudy
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Surreal Beauty
Slow reveal of skin
blush rising on cheek
eyes mesmerized
lust crawling
aching fingers
needing to touch
surreal beauty
bared before him
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©️MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda
May 2019
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Never Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
In-Between – VJs Weekly Challenge
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Never Still
The impasse is my own
a junction of life,
my path,
a familiar and worn shoe
now uncomfortable to wear
in some ways and yet,
well, not entirely so,
but all those yesterdays
completely true
though now, while
still with no regret
a Sense of why?
But it is what it is,
what it was as now,
I’ve always been in the in-between
yet never still.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
the hunger
It stings and salt coats her lashes.
She has struggled with the links of
a thousand chains never knowing what
they are there for.
Her pale body hides from the sun,
the terrible beauty of woman.
A mirrored face reflects in the river,
She almost believes it might save her.
Her Absence – Afflatus
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