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Month: June 2021
Love had no pride…
Love had no pride….
Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my midnight dancer in the cold nights of Winter.
On a night with the liar’s moon above, I told her, I loved her so and she whispered.Dear Johnnie, forgive me,I am a mess and cannot be awaken.
I held her tighter and I whispered. Please tell me sweet lies, please make me believe in miracles and wishes. I know, love had no pride. We have tonight, maybe tomorrow. You and I, we are running from everything and everyone. The half-moon night is above us, we can share the sweet lies. Pretend we have forever and a-day.
Pretty Jenny wrapped her nude body tightly around me, she whispered. love had no pride dear Johnnie, after we give everything away…
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Something is wrong with me…
Something is wrong with me….
Something is wrong with me. I am like a Bukowski poem gone wrong. Bukowski told us, do what you love, even if you must be alone, you must go hungry, be homeless and know hard days. Go all the way or just become a mountain that don’t move.
I have become the mountain now, never moving, accepting life as-is. Once I wanted to save my world, write the great novel and live near the sea. I befallen and I can’t find my real face. I feel I am becoming more stone and rock the human skin.
Once I drank to feel alive, once I sought war to know I was alive. Love was never my strength, patience is my enemy and kindness is forgotten. Bukowski would tell me. “You did a fool’s dance for the rich men. Skinned off your real face and be-face with…
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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Identity” July 13, 2020
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Your Weekly Prompt – Identity – July 13, 2020
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I
Am me
No one can be me
It is my unique identity
I was gifted with it when I was born
I will keep this identity till the day I die
In between this time, I can develop, hone and refine it
I can make it better or just exist in what I started with
It can be work in progress or it could be a finished product
It has to be my choice what I want my identity to be
You know me by my identity
I am the only one
That is me!
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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge June 28, 2021
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Today’s prompt— Write a poem using “bury hatchets under buried bodies”
Validate Again
When you count gains in love or measure the quantum of your giving in a relationship then be sure it is everything but love
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Smile
That smile may be a disguise but those eyes never lies
Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting
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Where I Cannot – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannot
“Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it.” Lao Tzu
Where I Cannot Redoubtable, the granite holds sway, forcing me to wend my way transversely, finding paths of accomodation unlike ∼ the gentle brook who travels with ease ∽ Casting aside the rock as if butter, shifting sand and tree alike, smoothing paths where I cannot. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ® Note: The park name Mundy, commemorates a leader of the Beelu Aboriginal people at the time of white settlement, he was one of the most important and successful negotiators for Perth's Whadjuk community.
Punishment as an expression of the ego
Silence and ignoring can also be hurtful
To punish as a selfish means
DidiArtist, 25.06.2021
Tuesday’s Thoughts!
Happy Tuesday! I am going to visit a close friend today, so the day is starting out well! Will definitely be the bright spot of my day, before I work another overnight shift tonight. We are going out for Mexican food for lunch. Never can go wrong with a Mexican restaurant. I hope your day can be filled with an extra bright spot to warm your heart. Enjoy!
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