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The Ghostly Mist

White Mist

I wrote this before but now its more real more real than ever before the white mist came by one night and scared me right to the core   I gulped hard and fear gripped me as the mist went to and fro and before it changed direction I ducked down way below   I looked back up to see it go and then flip around and come back the hairs on my neck stood out outside the night so black  ...Read On

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The rains at fall

The rain in furry.  I am solotude. All I do is count the drops as they wind and fall. Lightning and thunder command the sky. I witness the ribbons of wind as they lash the sleeping trees. I am at a place of inner concentration that I can not share but wish to. There is no rage but the coal burns. I am focused. Hands clean my soul hurts and weeps. You see no blood in the storm. I am...Read On

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Take from me this poetry

It is meritocracy It is cumbersome. It demands too much of my blood. I don't care about these words any more, nor does anyone. It grinds out like shards of cheese. I cant. I don't want to. All I do is whine and hurt. Drugs are better. ... Perhaps death has one more poem to be written on my gravestone "Here lay pauper and a poet - he loved being nither."    ...Read On

The Dark Web

A place where it's dark Nobody knows how to find Information can be marked Criminals lurk behind There's no way to check How do you get there It's really quite high tech All we are is quite aware Sinister people buying information Stealing our identities Causing lots of aggravation They're our number one enemies The dark web is scary Is your information there We're all very wary The dark...Read On

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It's The Twilight, Stupid

It's twilight that brings me pain, embalmed next to whatsername, with a splash of thunder in the rain. In the darkness, I'm so vain, six feet from spade to ponder, all alone in the yonder. In a mahogany box of sinful wood, with moths and dried earth, and a case of acid reflux. Dressed in a tux with a boutonnière, embalmed next to whatsername, but she never looked so blue. Because she...Read On

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Taste Of Oreos

When silence is nearing the ground, like falling leaves of a glider, swaying in a cradle of love, suspended on strings. With a brush of breath touching,   from the dew of your lips, in the Winter of our Spring, a taste of Oreos....Read On

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Raising The Hairs

Embracing desires cold shivers of winter's born, in the darkness of my mind like splintered wood, kindling fires with a Pinocchio nose. Here lies the voice of green eyes in the shade, with a broken heart of permafrost on the pane, of cold fears in my lies. Between dreams, and candle shells of pale, of freezing rain with angel wings, as love never fails. Slowly a shadow departs floating in...Read On

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Spooky Night

Black cat hissing

Full Moon Crisp fall night Leaves swirling Jack-O-Lantern Eerie grinning Owl hooting Black cat hissing Goblins and Ghosts Cowboys and Princesses Laughter and wonderment Kit Kats Baby Ruth's Peanut Butter cups Dragging bags of treats Door to door Children screaming Trick or Treat      ...Read On

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The Sacred Words

In the Twilight hours I struggle with my words So wanting to scream them out and let them know what I need to do to live.   Those words are part of me a part of who I am  closing those doors brings pain as those words they need to be   Shutting down that part of me is tearing me apart the part of me that wants to live and never more depart   I am not allowed to write those words...Read On

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A Baby to Love

A baby is a special blessing

A baby to fill your hearts with joy Whether it may be a girl or boy    A baby for you to cuddle and love Little one sent to you from above    Bottles and diapers and so much more With little eyes you know you'll adore    Laughter and crying and sleepy at night Morning smiles that will make it alright   A life you hold in the palm of your hand That helps make your own life so grand ...Read On

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Silence Of Chloroform

In our dark place of silence, where ravens don't dare, she calls me.   Calls me to the window, of eternal moors and spirits,   whispering with a face of no name.   In gothic shades of pale, and midnight blue, the moon looks down on her loveliness. In the silence of our Chloroform, laying down to sleep in our tureen, waiting for life to begin. In closed-caption of lullabies, where...Read On

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Clouds

Sometimes life...

People are just like clouds That float above the sky Without real direction But beauteous from afar Winds can push us forward And then may push us back Might even be the ones That scatter us apart Sometimes they blow gently To make us into one Other times much stronger Thus breaking us in twain Sometimes there is darkness It makes it hard to see Even light in slivers Can barely...Read On

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Sassy and Sweet

  Some people did not know what to call her she was a mixture of sweet sixteen and a touch of incredible maturity No one knew where she came from but they knew when she left   No one could explain her appearance and her generous sunshine smile willing to be  a help in all ways no matter the time of day or the cost and never asking for things in return   She was a bit sassy and...Read On

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Melting Your Mascara

With a breath of blue touched in dreams, as I held a thought in the silence of bliss, from Carmine red lips that brought fires, now melting your mascara. As your pulse recedes from the photograph hung, on my mind's window, and the cloth that we wed, a better bride I could not desire, simply said, now a widower in my bed.   In shadows, a far horizon whispering your name, of Shangri-La and...Read On

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The Salty and The Sweet

Fresh Perspective

An Adventure of epic proportion a discovery of wild imagination Comes now to your mind with joy with the salty and the sweet   A day like no other day a moment like no other moment a place like no other place sharing the salty and the sweet   A time like no time has ever been circling the world with newness of breath no one has ever discovered before tasting the salty and the sweet...Read On

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Bury the falcon

I don't want to ask any more questions. But I must to find piece. Yet  I don't understand. The pain. The rain. Or a baby's laugh. I can not understand how thick the plots can be. It saddens me that songs live brighter lives than poems. The longest day has the brightest night. The Strongest whiskey won't chase the most jagged afterglow. Women and men are broken bow and an ax left in...Read On

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The bridge of death

Onward into the splinter of a frozen rain. In my piety I look into thy limp heart. Tonight the black widows of my enemies stalk me. By the hourglass on your skanks. I smell it is you who are terrified. You feel the heat of my furry coming at you. I have marked the year carefully. In this sentence I declare royalty. By pen and by pastry knife I rise against with discipline.  My eyes...Read On

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Inside An Earthen Pot

With pockets of stars in eyes raven blue wings flickering bright making love in the pines and the salt beds where nature defines In the moonlight hypnotizing our worlds where crickets now gather in the doorway with a satchel full of shadows Laying in the needles inside an earthen pot   caught in the whirlwinds of man-made sins an asterisk in my mind as we thirst With lightning bolts...Read On

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Tending this small light

By which poets Wright. Stoking the flame That passes from torch to torch. Using a dim flame to cook at night. Feeding this fire with all I got, my love, my need burning bright. My only companion is a flicker By which poets wright.  ...Read On

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Heartbroken

Out of the Ashes a bright new beginning

  What was she to do with that news it really threw her off her timing today she learned her fiance was returning after a long time away   So many times she cried she was so lonely with him gone and now finally he was going to be coming home to her   She remembered his kisses, so deeply moving so tender, that shivers went down her spine she melted into his embrace   He knew...Read On

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Sweet Lorraine

It's only quiche trying to be pretentious, sweet it may be, but only an egg pie, but doesn't it sound strange, to lay in bed with an egg beaten, and a photograph of an omelet, with the name of Quiche Lorraine. But forget the spinach, and give me your bacon, with a dash of Betty Crocker, between the sheets.   Because in reality, an egg is a chicken, and a yoke with swollen egg white,...Read On

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Caged sparrow

Daughter of sorrow, Hang your head toward the living earth. I will tell them of your heroes when time makes us free. I think you deserve that much.  Oh, my love, I live on your water. Your truth I carry with me as I drift to your accepting delta. Fade the sunset basil. You hold that soft yellow orb in your smooth hand. Command it sunfire! You are the source of yellow and you are...Read On

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Fresh Start

New Beginings

You told me that I had to learn and learn boundaries and learn patience but my heart didn't want to We had been away for awhile but we found each other again the old memories making way for new ones the past forgiven and put aside for a fresh new beginning a time to grow and learn again to find each other's hearts desires but my heart wanted to do more my blood pumped in my veins...Read On

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Ode to Emily Dickinson

Yes lady yes. I agree there are no poems more beautiful than trees. But please lady please, let poems be thier leaves. Let roots sprout and grow metaphores. Let words wander like tiny rivulets of water in the snow. Let words be wonderful. Let words bring joy. Let joy be written down. Miss Dickinson you must forgive me, When I say and I am sure the trees will agree. They are not...Read On

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Leather and Lace

Togetherness

Two reside within these walls but not the walls you expect within me there are twin egos fighting to be one again   one is playful and sassy too one is quite straight laced but when the two combine as one the fun really starts to begin   now one we will call leather and the other one lace but together they are wild and most of the time hard to resist   born as one but split...Read On

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Is It Ambiguous

Is it ambiguous to favor the night? With me in the dark, Just when I stopped dreaming, And your spirit floating in the air. Wearing a bee's cap,    With a scent of wooded Columbine, And petals of dew, And I in dreams of euphoria. But the night is my aurora, with me in the dark, of love's serendipity, And your spirit floating in the air....Read On

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Sparrows tear

Travel the weather. To where we are built of bricks and clay. Let us speak of lost kingdoms and broken weapons. When did the ghost of time bead on the rim of a shattered Scottish well? Where in the piles of dead is there an ember that spans the seasons of war? Ripples of sparrows dance with no more armor than feathers and grace. Morning comes and I look to the water. What my lady do...Read On

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The Whipping Post

Here I stand bound to you, Chained by history, Restrained by love.  Your words strike me, Ripping through my flesh, Marking me with your pain.  I alone take it, Welcoming your rage, Encouraging the hurt, All for your comfort.  She is rebellious and mocking, Backing you into a corner, Needing to lash out at her, Yet punishing me instead. The poor provincial whipping post, Take, take,...Read On

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Russet Years

And so it goes like Autumn in the air with shades of wooing in my russet years love found in my spoken words   of frost in my old eyes   In jest confessing poetic intoxication beneath a tallow's wick of verses spent   feeling the touch of your breath in a spiritual awakening Like silken wings of the moth with fingers of lingering dreams kissing my lips of burning desire with shades of...Read On

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Meant To Be

Delightful musings

Standing by the fence that overlooks the ocean I feel the breeze wash over me cooling my hot cheeks and keeping me from burning  up with desire It had been an intense night of loving one another and I was overwhelmed at the mind blowing frenzy   the sea salt in the air  the smell of the sand  the branches of the tree above me seemed to say expect this it's yours you can have this...Read On