THIS HAS BEEN MY MOTTO FOR THE PAST YEAR 💋

GlitzyRitzyMommy

There is comfort in familiarity
Excitement in the unknown
It is listening to one’s heart and head
But not so much you live in regret and remorse
It’s having unison or finding it
Life is dancing all night, splashing in puddles,
Being silly, kissing for endless hours, passion that is intense and irresistible..
Anything less..your settling..
Don’t short yourself
Live…Love…No regrets 🔥
This is my new motto..❤

Copyright © 2021 Nichole Sulpizio
All Rights Reserved    

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THIS HAS BEEN MY MOTTO FOR THE PAST YEAR 💋

GlitzyRitzyMommy

There is comfort in familiarity
Excitement in the unknown
It is listening to one’s heart and head
But not so much you live in regret and remorse
It’s having unison or finding it
Life is dancing all night, splashing in puddles,
Being silly, kissing for endless hours, passion that is intense and irresistible..
Anything less..your settling..
Don’t short yourself
Live…Love…No regrets 🔥
This is my new motto..❤

Copyright © 2021 Nichole Sulpizio
All Rights Reserved    

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Stay with me….

johncoyote

Stay with me

A Poem byCoyote Poetry
"Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears."

Stay with me…

I sipped my coffee and I watched the movement of the branches outside my bedroom.It was a stormy night and
your beautiful nude body laid on the top of the blankets.

I watched your movement.Nightmares seem to steal all your sweet dreams.Your body trembles and shakes.
I go to you and I caressed your beautiful face.

You wrapped your body around me and I caressed your back and legs. Rolled my hand through your long blond hair.

I found you on the lake. It was a beautiful Germany Summer day. You walked by me and I could not forget your face. Your sweet and gentle smile.

I found you againon a hot August day.We became friends and then lovers…

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Wasted words and lonely nights..

johncoyote

Wasted words and lonely nights.

A Poem byCoyote Poetry
"The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart."

Wasted words and lonely nights….

I foundher sitting alone in the corner of the bar.She got up and she hugged me. She gave me a simple kiss. We sat together in a strange silence.

Igo back in time to when the sparkle inher blue eyes could light up the world around me. I remembered how badly I wanted her. How I twisted my world backwards just to spend a few moments with her. My only desire was to kiss her sweet lips and hold her body near.

Nowshe sat alone with sad eyes and no Will to love again. She asked me “WasI still playing the bastard still?” I didn’t answer. I said too many wasted words toher and my heart broke every time I thought of her…

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Show me the way to love…

johncoyote

Show me the way to love…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment."   

  

                    Show me the way to love…

I found her sitting alone on a Friday night. Sipping a rum and coke. I requested to sit with her and she gave a half smile and told me. “Seat is empty. I ain’t much company tonight.”

I sat with a sad blue eye beauty. Sitting alone at the Germany guesthaus. Her long blond hair flowing down her back.
Leaning into a rum and coke like it was her last chance. I bought her another drink and I asked for her tale. She smiled and she whispered.” Same old tale. Fell in love and the love was good. Then somehow the love evaporated into the wind and nothing was left.”

We went to…

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I Wanted To Shout – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about an aspect of colour. dVerse Poets – Poetics – True Colours?

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“Black is like a broken vessel which is deprived of the capacity to contain anything.” Leonardo da Vinci

I Wanted To Shout

Who coloured the rules of perception
and mood, that we should believe,
my mind ran to blends and melds as
we prepared to lay him in the ground,
his widow insistent that her black
mood of absence paint the sky that
day so that we could feel her abstract
soul while I wanted to shout spectrum
across the air of sorrow that hung idle 
and impotent over us, choking the very
soil awe stood on, and I wanted the 
freedom to breathe a homemade
palette nuanced for all my feelings
rushing like a train.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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DREAMS… a poem

Come and enjoy this!!!

Kevin Parish

person seated on grass

What is it like to capture a dream

To hold it your hands

Like a beautiful scene

How do you keep it

And not let it go

But for a second it was yours

Like one flake of snow

Only to disappear to the past

A picture in the mind

That may never last

Yet, just for a moment

The dream did come true

It put a smile on my face

Has it happened to you

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As Simple As That!

Savvy Raj

To care to feed your soul

Is to know what your soul truly needs.

Soul is subtlety, that is ever evolving

The soul knows the truths of being.

And yet the soul never commands

Feed your soul with peace

In the heart and mind.

Steer thoughts to think well!

Take care of the body that houses it.

All is transient and yet…

Every now in life can be better.

Feed the soul with love & hope.

Let go of hate and negativity.

Learn the power of subtlety.

There is no secret to evolved souls

Except letting go, without ego.

The ego has no place in the soul

Let go the spurious

You will be happy!

As simple as that.

Savvy

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