‘Oh’

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

If I told you

how much

I want you

desire you

ache for you

yearn for you

long for you

need you

to belong to me

body and soul

then your eloquent lips

would form

a perfect circle

as you say

‘Oh’.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not one of my new ones, but I ratherlike it. Perhaps you will too.

Art by Mihail Korubin Miho

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Life comes to life – Eugenia

Go Dog Go Café

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when smiling sunbeams saturate my world

playful shadows take to the dance floor

raucous music assaults the air

the magical-induced mood

slows stagnant emptiness

tunneling brightness

through window panes

marmalade

sunny

sweet

© Franci Eugenia Hoffman

A gander at me –
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry, and encouraging others to pursue their goals. My writing and creative endeavors can be found at my blogs, Eugi’s Causerie and PoetryPalette, where I have gathered a following of kindred souls who share my passion for writing. I have authored Fanciful Delights and Mama, me and Mother Nature. I am also a published author on Spillwords.

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“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles…

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Life of Illusion

Charmed Chaos

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There was a time we were all
Living a life of clouded illusion,
Believing we were invincible super humans
Where nothing could touch us or alter our existence
Now in this age of Corona, that life seems so far away
For this vicious disease infects us all in unique ways
Yet from this horror, nature has been
Given a reprieve from our constant destruction
And our life of illusion is shattered
Along with our rose colored glasses

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: April 2020 Days 26-30This is (almost) The End

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The Morning Dream

Confab With Me

When in the wee hours you’ll wake up puzzled about the dream that just crossed your heart,

blurry image of our love will appear like some vivid imagery,

and though your mind may detest,
it will neverfade,
and will echo with a distinct gruff

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Faith in Seeds – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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I live as gardener
to your dreams yet to come

listening for the tender seeds
sprouted new or just planted warm

reminding you not to step on
fragile seedlings behind your feet

kneeling to show you their worth
weeding away your anxiety

clearing the way so you can see
small beginnings still there

offering gentle reminders
to look for new tips breaking ground
and compare them to last week’s arrivals

assisting with watering
during these times of drought
while waiting for blossoms together

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

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FREE VERSE REVOLUTION Prompt #5 Saplings

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Making Her Own Path – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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RDP Wednesday – Dance

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“The moment in between what you once were, and who you are now becoming, is where the dance of life really takes place.”  Barbara de Angelis

Making Her Own Path

Alone at last
she heard again the
whispered invitation
and took off her outer self,
dancing a conversation
of physical grace,
an exquisite ritual
formed of something
deep within,
making her own path
along an ordinary course.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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