Who She Is

Originally posted on Ricardo Sexton:
She imagines flower’s contrast Colours not found in gardens yet She has imaginary towers that, To every question, answers yes She has eyes that hide gnosis Fears, which…

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“She had Angels wings upon her back”

She had Angels wings upon her back   Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck… Continue reading →

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Immigrants

(A small boy laid dead by the sea. Who do we blame? All of us are to be blamed. We locked our borders and building walls. Where do the homeless, the unwanted go? … Continue reading →

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Lovers and murderers

Dear December The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie, please come home to me.… Continue reading →

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Harmony

Originally posted on Peerless Cynic:
? Wisdom trees speak to the waters below Spirits of the forest together they rise Evergreen whispers in misty morning glow Awakens as one into sacred skies

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Safety Pins (with audio)

Originally posted on Poetkisses:
Safety Pins Safety pins sticking in places she’s not worthy. Safety pins sticking in places she’s not worthy. They’re fastened –quite frankly— painstakingly close to her skin. She’s been…

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Drink of me, my love’

Drink of me, my love   I hid in dark places for many years, I volunteered for far off places and war, I liked the places where people wanted little and not everything.… Continue reading →

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“Regards to an old memory”

Regards to an old memory I know love is never fair and can be a sweet memory. Need perfect timing, same place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same… Continue reading →

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Mooring

Originally posted on House of Heart:
You are an ache, a throb, a tremble in my heart. The stroke of copper lightening. I have etched you in my lines, in margins I’ve swathed…

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Some poetry

The dance Love is a wild dance, make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour. Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss. The breaking dawn begin to create separation. The… Continue reading →

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