Senryu Smallest of gestures Warming a neglected heart Knowing you are loved Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Wed. May 27, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Day: June 4, 2020
Life Box – Quote of the day
Should you give advice to failed daters? | Debatably Dateable
I’ve been on LOTS of first dates over the years and after a while they can really start to just blur together. But a few stick out to me and one is this guy who I went out to dinner with. During di…
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Spellbound
A silent
soft night
surrounds me.
I summon
shapes of you.
Subtle
sensual shadows
everywhere.
I am held
spellbound
by your certain
surrender.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Mark Demsteader
To live is to prepare for goodbye
Never confess your love, even its hard to breath
even if you would die for it
For love is like a season, it comes and goes to decorate life
and the moment you call it love
it melts away, just like an ice sculpture
At the end, some look back on being loved
while some look back on having loved
I shall look back on being loved
Don’t shiver in the pouring love, instead get loved
For love loneliness is a friend, who will not betray
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Mind Travel: San Francisco
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“One day if I go to heaven … I’ll look around and say, ‘It ain’t bad, but it ain’t San Francisco.'”
~ Herb Caen
City Hall Pride
Rainy Day, Grant Street
Tugboat
Painted Ladies
Morning Catch, Baker Beach
California Living
Twin Peaks View
North Tower and City
Never There | Debatably Dateable
Your hearts so soft I feel like I could break it with one touch. But it bounces back as if I was never there at all.
Source: Never There | Debatably Dateable
The big bang
When two different habits collide
There will be an explosion…
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Life vs. Us
life seeks to…
teach us
we learn
change us
we adapt
end us
we fight
writers seek to…
teach us
with expressions
change us
with wisdom
end us
with truths
somewhere in the middle is reality…
What Is The Colour Of Guilt? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
"There comes a time when silence is betrayal." Martin Luther King Jr. What Is The Colour Of Guilt? We thought he had a gun, she was in the way, he walked towards me, she was similar to the picture, he was eratic, he was suspicious, she reached into her handbag he was filming me, she was unwell, he looked like a perp, he was known, he argued, the neighbour said, we didn't know it was a phone, he crashed his car, there was a phone call, O, it was a toy gun, He shot himself while handcuffed, he was running, he was asleep but he was armed, he was in the shop, He was high, she was arguing, there were drugs, he laughed, O, he was in his own yard, mistaken identity, he was helping police, he looked at me, he was mentally ill, she was homeless…
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The Reluctant Poet 