Web Of Lies Written By Nichole Sulpizio 💋

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The pain in his eyes showed
The glow and sparkle diminished
Caught between his past and present
Knowing he craved her attention
Wanting to explore her even more
But not knowing how to let go of the chains that bind him
His brain in a haze
By her magic
The lust in her eyes
Was no disguise
The inferno between them
Could she untangle him from this dark web of lies
That he had bound himself too
Guilt and remorse weighing upon the chains
Will she kiss him goodbye
One last time
Leaving her scent upon his collar
That will haunt him forever
Tragically in regret

Copyright © 2021 Nichole Sulpizio
All Rights Reserved

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The wildflowers


Me and you,..

we found the holy ground of nature,

in the field of the wildflowers,

we swam in the beauty of her grace.

She blessed us with her caress.

I told you.

You make the wildflowers more beautiful and wonderful.

We sat,

allowing the scent of the wildflowers to surround us,

making us know.

Nature’s gifts are near us and a blessing..

Dancing Coyote

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If it be your will….


If it be your will ….

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Just words."

If it be your will…

My dear Winter love. I held you so tightly in the long cold Winter days and nights.
We confessed love and need in the safety of locked doors.
You were my Juliet, my savior and I was your Romeo. I was going to save and protect you. You were going to make me feel needed and loved.

You were my beautiful muse. Your bare skin against my skin, your lips upon my lips. Kisses so warm and sweet. Made the long nights become warm and safe. I knew we held the utopia of two dreamers who held love over life.

You told me often. “If it be your will. I will run nude and reckless for you into your wanting arms. I’m your love and you are my love. I want us…

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Beautiful Melanie song and a poem.


 Leftover wine…

Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers and the dancing sea.

You were the prettiest and kindest woman, I ever known. I loved your silence and I loved your words. I told you. My life is to make you smile, to make you laugh and to make you dance.

You asked me often. What do you need? What do you want? I told you. My only wish is for you to be happy.  If I had one wish. The wish would be, for you to find your proper place and some happiness.

Life is still now for me and the stillness is accepted. I have old memories and leftover wine. I lost my energy of youth and I have accepted less. Sweet lady, savior…

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The Scarborough fair…


Scarborough fair….

I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair.

I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life.

She smiled at me and she whispered into my wanting ear.

You soldiers love to make promises and you volunteer for war.

Men want to test life my dearest and the soldier shall learn.

Dead men keep no promises and war, is a heartless bastard.

Let’s dance and kiss,

maybe pray too.

I love you my soldier and my wish is,

for you to keep your promise to marry me.

I will wait for you near the sea.


My Lagan love….

The loveliest girl in Scotland learn the loneliness tale.

She learn love promises were meaningless and she was alone.

She told the sea, my lagan love,

he made promises to be broken,

left great emptiness to be…

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All Men Are Born With Flaws

Frank Solanki

Come people, look around you
See what I can see
There’s not a single one of us
Can flawless claim to be

I see a lazy man
Idling his time away
I also see a glutton
Eating night and day

There I see a gambler
Who’s gambled all his life
I also know a friend
Who’s cheating on his wife

Scores of men I see
To whom anger comes too easy
I also see men corrupt
Violent and sleazy

It aches to see a child
Who thinks that lying is fun
It aches more to see another
Handling a gun

It aches to see a teen
Who’s found a friend in drugs
It aches to hear of teens
As criminals and thugs

So many sinners and fraudsters
Everywhere you see
Oh people look around you
Look at you and me

No matter how hard we try
We can’t escape Nature’s…

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On The Precipice

Charmed Chaos


And this is where it begins
This defining moment in time
The beginning of the ending
When what you trusted falls away and who you are
Becomes obscured on a moonless night
And who you thought he was is darker still
And you,
Left standing with cold empty arms on the precipice
Of knowing,
Accepting the finality of it, the end of it all
When your heart jumps into the black void of nothingness
And drowns.

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics- Edges and Fringes

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Fringe Angel – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to consider four paths. I chose Fringe though edge works just as well.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Edges and Fringes

Photo: america.aljazeera.com

“People who are homeless are not social inadequates. They are people without homes.” Sheila McKechnie

Fringe Angel

on life's vacant fringe,
one cool autumn morn,
she appeared before me,
apart from the crowd,
with her tottering gait and
pungent threads with a 
sacredness of holes and 
Job's necrous ash, her
trolley full of rainbow's 
hope, she took in the 
vendor's stern eye and 
moved along, "not my 
problem" he muttered to 
no one but the sky,
leaving me wondering,
why is she not my problem?
Later, I saw her in the park,
tongues of fire all around her,
and a dove on her hand.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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