Too poor to love you, lady midnight.We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas.You rested you head into my chest and I whispered to you.I am too poor to ha…
Day: January 15, 2023
One Tin Soldier.. And a beautiful Tosha Hill song. | johncoyote
One tin soldier…A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski. I wanted to be Jack Lon…
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Shadowy sun – Keep it alive
Soft fronds dancing in the cold air A shadowy sun not giving much warmth The cold from the ground seeping in slowly Winter at its zenith, perhaps spring is around the corner? ➰➰➰ Written in respons…
Source: Shadowy sun – Keep it alive
Shadow government | Didi’s Art Design
They act from the dark Are puppet masters Make us move hands and legs Put words in our mouth They control peoples and countries Are in control of food Of medicine we take Direct media…
Wrathful gaze | Didi’s Art Design
A single look may be enough To be hurt… DidiArtist, 31.05.2019
Untitled #1 – Frank Solanki
I care for you and I willAfter all these years, I love you stillI keep no track of now and thenYou’re my girl and I’m your man
Source: Untitled #1 – Frank Solanki
Long mile return revisited | Jemverse
6 of 10 in the ‘Brittle 23’ series Watching winter setting sun on the beach from the long mile A perfect ending to the day I stayed there for quite a while An ebbing tide, a lapping sea…
That Immanence Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon | parallax
“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.” Greta Gabo That Immanence Thing All at once the world came in, I f…
Source: That Immanence Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon | parallax
Poet’s Heart | forgottenmeadows
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SoCS & #JusJoJan the 14th – Once upon a time |
Once upon a time … You’d think this would be easy for me, wouldn’t you? I tell stories all the time. And yet, every single time I write one, I ask myself, Is this autobiographical…
The Reluctant Poet 