By Nichole Sulpizio And Charles Robert Lindholm
She Was Keenly Aware,
Of His Intense Stare
So She Met It
With Her Laser Gaze
He Read The Pain
Deep In Her Eyes
That Even The Flames
Of Lust Can’t Disguise Continue reading
Day: June 8, 2020
The Creators
i’m a breeder
bred from a breeder
who was bred from a breeder
who was also bred from a breeder
going all the way back to the first breeder
it is by chance that one egg
meets one sperm, occasionally two
a double fertilization
so interesting and rare
one percent of human conceptions
even with constant, intentional sex
conception chances are twenty percent
life is not only random, it’s not likely
the creators are lucky
the offspring even luckier if they are wanted
but this is life
a coming together of the fornicating
and the married of our species
this chance to breathe in a world not of our making
but one to maybe we’ll do better things than just breed
I have No Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
https://onewomansquest.org/2020/06/01/vjs-weekly-challenge-98- no-words/
"Racism is all over the world but justice is nowhere." Areena Nadeem I Have No Words Decades of days have passed whose shadows have lenghtened like a pall on a coffin in a dimly lit chapel awaiting a prayer of light to reveal the edifice collapsed, the facade of politeness exposed in every corner of a smug world, where power is bound in abstraction, whose currency is hatred, whose anthems divide, whose flags are merely shrouds of deadly propaganda laying waste to minds, what has happened to humanity? It is impossible to speak of it, I have no words. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
The waves of our destiny
Once again, I dream in vain
just longing for you
you and I meet by chance
couldn’t you be my side even if it’s just for once
a wish of a hopeless heart
can’t you reach out your hands to embrace me
can you hold me like before and wipe my tears
I can’t send you away, there’s a hurting smile
my heart aches
will you ever know, deep down I can’t even breath
I lay wide awake, not a single sign of sleep
here’s this midnight whispering me
our fate that awaits our departure
My wandered heart would calm down
if only I could see you again
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Daily Haiku – Thu. Jun 4, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Senryu Don’t let your fear win Be brave and find confidence Today you have this Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
the map of kings ~
what of days
my soul was dealt –
and sacrificed to wonder
the sparkle of each star
the river’s will
just how
the mountains shiver
beneath a blanket –
deep and cold
the way the ocean rises
another moon to know
I’ve learned the song
of nightingales
the cry of turtle doves
stood beneath
an ancient elm
counting rings
the map of kings –
making my way
to love
what of days
my soul was dealt
. . .
“there are hopes that do more bad than good, you are one of them” – Nayana Nair
i can see you
only when i look back.
when i fall and break
i hope to be found
only by you.
but i remain fallen
in you,
in the hope
that only walks with you.
such a sad comfort
this love is.
“stay here, in this place, and make it a heart” – Nayana Nair
Today’s Quote
Joy is not in things, it is in us.
~ Richard Wagner ~
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Hurt
“Though I am hurt, I can survive this.
I know I can.”
I’m hurt, darling. And I think what hurts the most is that, at some point, you stopped caring about me. Maybe it was distance. Maybe it was the time. Maybe it was me that finally pushed you away. And you let me. Though I am hurt, I can survive this. I know I can. It’s just going to take me a little time to figure out how.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
I will survive this, too.
The Reluctant Poet 