A lot of the poetry I write and post is crap
Not all of it, but a lot of it
It comes sometimes from rushing
To get something on my blog
It comes from an unclear mind
Due to all the meds I have to take
I think I have created
A new poetic form
The little writing tips I get
Say I should write everyday
And that it doesn’t need to make sense
Well here I am with my creative crap
Charles Bukowski would be proud of me
~The Tennessee Poet~
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This is a beautiful piece of writing and such important thoughts.
Another photo from our trip –
Mount St Helens
Relief today but now 6 weeks of uncertainty…….
“If the kids in Parkland are being brave enough to stand up and do this, we can be brave enough to stand up with them.”
source: Dick’s Sporting Goods, Major Gun Retailer, Stops Selling Assault-Style Weapons
-Edward Stack, CEO of Dicks Sporting Goods
The chaos within me
often finds peace
when you embrace my thoughts
And when the silent whisper
of your name echos Within me
it consumes my presence
and it feels like a serene church bell ringing on a faraway hilltop
in some quaint little town
taking me away from the madness
that I am often surrounded by
You are to me is peace,
a sense of calmness,
you are to me is divine
an ethereal sense
where my soul anchors
and the feel is beyond definition
of any humanly created adjective, superlative or word
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“And that’s what hurts the most.
You didn’t just leave —
everything we were was a lie.”
My world was complete with you in it. Like you were the final piece to the puzzle that made up my soul. Everything was perfect, and when the end of us finally arrived, it hit me like a train. And that’s what hurts the most. You didn’t just leave, you told me that everything we were was a lie.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
Was there nothing real after all?
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“I love to tease men with my legs.” Eartha kitt
As dinner concluded
the maitre d asked,
a corner couch sir,
All whiskey and cigars his tone,
so I sat on a couch till,
with a swish and a sigh,
I was gifted the company of an angel
though more devilish than first appeared,
she sat opposite all preoccupied
smiling allure when I dared to glance,
No hurry, I told myself, and
when she crossed her legs
I lingered long and she
caught my eye and winked
and my heart sure missed a beat,
later at the till the ‘d’ enquired,
did you like the appointed corner?
I just smiled and said yes,
it was a room with
quite an engaging view.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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I abandoned myself to the rhythm carousing through my veins
My body dances and my soul sways to the beat of the music
That only I hear deep inside my heart, charging my emotions
I throw all my inhibitions and cares to the winds and dance
I dance till I am sated and my heart overflows with love and joy
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For years, I associated ‘The Wizard of Oz’ with Halloween. The movie scared the bejesus out of me. I was probably too young. I have vivid memories of sneaking into the hallway and watching where my parents couldn’t see me. It was not my wisest decision. I paid the price, suffering nightmares of flying monkeys and the wicked witch chasing me along a yellow brick road. Even today, I avoid following Dorothy as she finds her way home.
Reading or viewing scary stories, horror tales, thrillers, and cozy mysteries are low on my priority list. Like a skeleton, I skip them because I don’t have the guts. They freak me out and I feel unsettled for days afterward. Studies say people who dislike scary movies never developed a deep association between fear and fun. Well, duh.
Maybe it is the reason behind my love-hate relationship with Halloween. Trick-or-treating for candy was…
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You touched my lifew ith a stroke of a feather A fleeting moment in the moon shadow that excited and tantalized Luring me to you like a moth
The Reluctant Poet 