Day: July 10, 2019

Dangerous Devices – #poetry – #JulyWriting

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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


She sits and waits for your arrival

While contemplating her survival

A timepiece dangles from her hand

Another day, so carefully planned

Many before you, now mere ashes

Simply because she bats her lashes

And crosses a leg, shows some skin

Yes, this, is where her wiles begin

So easily fooled, you common man

Though try you must, you never can

Free yourself from her dangerous devices

At what cost, and will you pay such prices?

Think twice, before you dare respond

Else wind up like the others, far beyond

July Writing Prompts – Dangerous devices – Day 6/31

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Colours – A poem by Goff James

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Art, Music, Photography, Poetry and Quotations

© Peter Nottrott, Evolution M1, (Date Unstated)

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Incremental Poetry ~ 48 Lines

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Dark Side of the Moon

When We First Embraced

Do you remember when we first embraced?
Your arms surrounded me, shut out the fear—
of joy you gave me oh, so sweet a taste.

Do you remember when we lingered near?
To me it was akin to paradise,
to be so close to you, your whispers hear.

And I remember well your sage advice:
to slowly walk where others boldly tread,
for caution is a worthy sacrifice.

How many times we chose to talk instead
of giving in to passion’s flaming fire,
for the two of us remained as yet unwed.

Our conversations led us to aspire
to greater depths of true, implicit trust,
and take our friendship up to levels higher.

It wasn’t that we never fought with lust,
or had to stop ourselves from giving in,
for we are weak, our bodies made of dust.

We could not dwell on things that might…

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Folded Resistance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Language – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Folded Resistance

The folded resistance of your arms
speaks a volume loud enough for
my eyes to hear,
a clear signal of
your fullness,
there is no room for
my confection of words that
in yesterday’s moods
were understood,
floating so lightly
now leaden,
grasping,
sinking.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Sea

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PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

The sanguine sky above,
Sprinkling shreds of light on me,
Waking to the rhythm of love,
Opening up my heart to the sea.

The undulated waves in front,
Unravelling the mystery of blue expanse,
At every percussion,
They’re making with the shore and the clams.

And there I’m walking like a free bird,
The breeze fondling my liberated wings,
I’m eyeing the impassable, undeterred,
Slaying it like a sea queen!

© Sri.Mun

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