Month: January 2020
Whispered Truths #8
We can spend a lifetime
trying to cover up who we
are when we can never be
anything else.
A one way street…
A one way street, sweet baby
Pretty lady called me lover, she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear Johnnie. I told her, sweetie, lover, my pretty one. You called me at two am, knocked on my door at three. You speak black words, white words than you escape again. What are we? Just a lullaby written about a sweet lady, liking the one way street. Love hard, love sweetly and your eyes on the door. Love beckon escape before the sorrow and pain comes alive.
She smiled , her hazel eyes turned soft blue and she whispered. You and I. We love the grey sky, we love the long highway and we love the long night. We are the fire and the wood. Burn hard and fast, we steal kisses, fulfilled needs that we cannot know peace. We are friends…
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Moving On (Or Not)
I sat at the window
In my lonely house
And scrutinized the
Sad summer moon.
Find another lover
On the lawn below,
A lurking black cat
Shape-shifted thru
Indistinct shadows.
Move on, she’d said
The soft moonlight
Somehow soothed
The all-enveloping
Sorrow in my soul.
Swear it on my life
I reluctantly got up
And threw my butt
Away as well as my
Old marriage vows.
You made a promise
In minutes, I was at
A single’s bar, both
Hoping and hoping
Not to find a lover.
Moving On (Or Not)
I sat at the window
In my lonely house
And scrutinized the
Sad summer moon.
Find another lover
On the lawn below,
A lurking black cat
Shape-shifted thru
Indistinct shadows.
Move on, she’d said
The soft moonlight
Somehow soothed
The all-enveloping
Sorrow in my soul.
Swear it on my life
I reluctantly got up
And threw my butt
Away as well as my
Old marriage vows.
You made a promise
In minutes, I was at
A single’s bar, both
Hoping and hoping
Not to find a lover.
delicious words
delicious words
be they smooth bones
or voluptuous verbiage
reach out with rippling
fingers to stir the mind
or caress a ruffled soul
delicious words
so juicy and pregnant
with fanciful imagery
evoke sweet nuances
of lost and forgotten
realms of pure magic
delicious words
Poem – Mws R Writings
Interlocked…..by MSR It’s never simpleIt’s never familiarWhen it’s your heartTo open upTo open wideWhen hurt abides insideThat question unansweredThat problem not solvedHeartache to heartbreak it […]
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Don’t Be a Fool – Afflatus
You were a fool, for you assumed if you change he would no longer be cruel, and if you submit to his deplorable demands he would welcome you to his world. Yo…
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Recharge, Reflect, Create, and Share Your Way to Great Accomplishments – Daily Quote
The experts are great at giving us part of the story. They say showing up is half the battle. I keep waiting, reading, but the remaining 50% never materializes. Maintaining your schedule, cultivating the dedication to do the task at the appointed hour, those are the first steps. Focusing on and managing your personal energy levels is the second variable in the equation.
To manage your power stores, you must know the mental and physical strength your daily planned activities demand. I am a bonafide introvert, and prolonged socializing zaps me. Group projects, being asked to answer a question when I didn’t volunteer, parties, people on my flight who talk incessantly, even shopping, and loud venues exhaust me. The ordeals leave my nerves jangling; I feel anxious, depressed, and I am left with an intense desire to be alone.
Necessity has led me to create coping mechanisms. Where possible, I…
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Daily Haiku – Wed. January 29, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Haiku The smell of the sea Salty, fresh, provocative Arousing senses Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Wed. January 29, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
The Reluctant Poet 