He was long gone but his impressions were still vivid in her lament laced songs. And he lived through her hymns forever Copyright © Shantanu Baruah Unauthorized use an…
Source: Lament – Afflatus
He was long gone but his impressions were still vivid in her lament laced songs. And he lived through her hymns forever Copyright © Shantanu Baruah Unauthorized use an…
Source: Lament – Afflatus
Welcome to Week 211 of Three Line Tales.
photo by Pablo García Saldaña via Unsplash
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
Happy three-lining!
He doesn’t listen
and seems not to care.
Or is he just clueless
perhaps unaware?
I stomp my feet
I get so mad.
I think he likes it
when I’m sad.
This pattern of life
is frustrating as hell.
I just wanna shake him
and break the spell!
Surely he hears me
as he sits in his chair,
resembling a zombie
with a half-baked stare.
Do I have to dance naked,
would that bring him out?
If you knew him
even you would doubt.
He just doesn’t see me
and I’m always right here.
Being invisible
is what I most fear.
Tell me please,
what shall I do?
I’m being dismissed
like a worn out shoe.
I bet every woman
has faced this kind of day.
We should all just vow,
to go our own way.
Maybe we’d all get noticed
if their beds turned cold.
Weeks without sex,
would…
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with this andante ~ the perfect pace is primed ~ for our minds to fly —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Touch me Taste me Take me 《alice k.》
Source: Now – PoetErotic
I stand on the brave, strong shoulders of all the women who have gone before me.
Source: The “Right” | DJ Ranch
The faster you understand yourself And accept being who you truly are,
And choose to better yourself to be the best version of yourself…
The closer you are to being truly happy!
Savvy
A Story by Coyote Poetry
The Iron Mountain song
I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more time, my love, my beautiful Kathy. The shadows of her kind face had been haunting me since the last time I saw her. She told me once in the Winter of 1986. “Damn war don’t need you, damn money become just paper when you die alone and my love, you will miss me.”
I’m dying and I needed her, my Iron Mountain dream. My conquests seem so small as I rested by my Ojibwa Land. My 180 acres of free land is like me. Wild and untamed. I wondered. Is the traveling man cruelest lesson learn is, the malice of hiding true face and need, is living…
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You never left me, for when I am awake you reflect in my smile and when I am asleep you transpose like a dream
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