Promote Yourself Monday, September 9, 2019

Come join in the fun at The Go Dog Go Cafe’s free event – Promote Yourself Monday! Come share one of your best poems/pieces with over 4,900 patron. Show off your work and tempt them to follow you?? Be sure and reblog the Event Page on your blog so your followers can promote themselves too!!

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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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For that Spark

Confab With Me

Just to see that spark on her face, that moment when she connects with my words, I can write a million verse, and I will nurture such hope, praying she will accost one out of the many wasted poetry of mine aberrantly touching her old soul, and for such a verve I can write many more million poesy, for when she’ll smile I will treasure that moment, forever, in the crevices of my heart – the juxtaposition of a passionate dolt

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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In my dreams, I reached out and touched reality

HoneyGwhiz

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My heart touches the words.
Jumbled emotions emerges.
I pen the words on paper.
Each verse my truth inked.

There is no rhyme here.
Only poems from my heart.
In dreamscape they float.
Verses on rainbow magic.

These poems, my story.
A kaleidoscope of colours.
The sage drawn into dreams.
Through clouds, much higher.

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My dream world, the universe.
A galaxy within reach in sleep.
There are no stars, only words.
My heart sees; my soul sighs.

In my dreams, I reached out
and touched reality.
Here, without masks. Me!
My words waiting in slumber.

Sunrise, I try to hurry.
So much to write down.
The mind cannot hold on.
For the dream is fading.

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(5-9-2019)

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Death’s Door

Sarah Doughty

“My love, don’t you see?
I’ll never be ready when the end comes.”

Darkness entombs my heart like a corset, constricting tighter with every beat. My lungs struggle to pull in sweet air, and it burns with the acid that flows through my veins. A mouth, neither heard, nor seen, screams breathlessly in desperation. As my body slowly dies, my thoughts are plagued. This sickness that prevails, like the last dying embers of a long forgotten fire. Too many questions, never any answers. Too many things left to experience, never enough time to do them. And as I take my last breath, feeling my heart beat its last, one, last thought passes through me:

I’ll never be ready.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

My love, don’t you see?
I’ll never be ready
when the end comes.

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I Won’t Give In ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

I won’t let go
I won’t give in
I will hold on
As long as it takes
In the end
This pain may win
But it will not beat me
I often wonder
If I am “pain dependent”
Needing the pain
Thriving on the pain
I have beaten the Devil
A couple of times
I beat her
And in the end
I will beat this pain

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved

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A word to the wise

Keep it alive

The old man felt himself qualified to give

The young man a piece of advice

My dear boy, said he to the young man

I have spent my life in this world

Learned a lot from my experiences

So it would be better for you to listen

To the words of wisdom I am imparting

Never swim in the nude in a lake full of piranhas

If you want to stay alive, be careful of the sharks

Don’t disturb the ants in the hill by sitting on it

He was going to add a few more home truths

When he was rudely interrupted

By that young man on the other end

I have had enough of your clichéd advice old man

I am a man of the world myself and not a babé

So keep your words for someone who

Needs them or appreciates them

He was going to walk…

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The Words

Charmed Chaos

Seamstress
@catschappach

“That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
Arundhati Roy,The God of Small Things

The poisoned words slithered in and out
of loose threaded seams, re-opening
old wounds with venomous fangs.

Soon, she realized all she needed to do
was double-stitch them up tight
so the words would never get through.

But words have an uncanny way
of crawling into you, infesting you
the words, the words, the words.

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