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Topic:
Audacity For Hope
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I AM The whole catastrophe The auspicious promise within its Womb of serendipity The dismembered corpse of the donor The gift unwrapped and presented The second chance for the soul with cirrhosis The woman raped by pirates The legacy turned Gospel Her bastard child destined to become a king The wall built from fear The storm that blew it down The solidarity grown from its rain of pain All of creation Breathing Moving Feeling In chaotic synchronicity In this instance of eternity One breath The inhale pause and exhale The caterpillar chrysalis and butterfly The man the woman the child Beautiful in unbecoming Promising in becoming The bittersweet realization of impermanence That sets aflame in our hearts The audacity for hope I love this!!! |
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Topic:
People Watching In The City
Edited by
mig25
on
Sun 03/29/20 08:32 AM
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People Watching In The City
Listening to the city's ambiance while my eyes subtly stare at its fluidity beckons the pen and pad of my imagination to create a storyline of its heartbeat Each face that comes and goes wear unspoken words filled emotions sadness and laughter love and bitterness amazement and confusion each one significant yet none more important than the phantom footprints they leave behind It is within this noise and rhythm of people places and things that the monotone fusion of poetry paintings and sounds become the artistry of an indelible moment called life and where I find solace |
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Topic:
Wanting
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It seems I win with words. Do you know words are insufficient? Give me your embrace, Give me more than words. I am dying with lack of love in a world that wants my beauty, but does not know me. You are the balm to my demise. But you deny the water leads to the flow where the waterfall falls. Dangerous, powerful and I have already jumped. I turn my head, still you hesitate. Catch you on the other side of passion, if you dare. My wife once asked me who my favorite poet was. And I told her I had few who inspired me. They were Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, James Emanuel, and you. I truly love your work. Thank you for inspiring me!!! |
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Topic:
From Winter to Spring
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From Winter to Spring
Winter's cold spilled the milk yet I'm not allowed to cry so I wear heartache while cleaning the mess that was made Come each new morning I close my eyes while opening the curtains praying spring brings a warmth that paints a smile for me to wear each day to mask what I feel because every home deserves light Yet it is not quite day light savings time so darkness still lurks around the corner like a bitter memory but the children need to know that I'm ok so I smile to hide everything about us Winter's cold spilled the milk yet I'm not allowed to cry because a home should be where the heart is so I wait patiently for my heart to let go of him |
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Topic:
The River
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I wonder why, River. lol Good poem, mig. Hmmm, you know catinidaho I'm not sure why . . . and thanks |
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Topic:
The River
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Very nice, I love it mig  
Thank you!!!!! |
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Topic:
Tomorrow Morning
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Tomorrow Morning
Tonight can we chill take this moment as slow as necessary so that we are no longer misunderstood let's talk about the past to heal so that we don't have to continue to relive our hurt Tonight can we rediscover intimacy through a conversation meant to heal old wounds let me tell you all the ways I want to say I'm sorry and that I didn't mean to hurt you so Tonight feel free to express your heart's deepest pain let me take that hurt and bandage it with as much love as my soul can give you I know we've journeyed so far at yet we still have so far to go to reach our destiny but if you will tonight let me hold your hand so that we can see the sunrise tomorrow morning together |
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Topic:
The River
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The River
The river often times rushes through the course of life carrying a rage that only heartache could know And then there are those times when the river is still as if it were pondering what it was that it was chasing The river sustains life quenches thirst and leads the way of the lost yet most times it's taken for granted The river the woman the mother the wife the backbone of the beautiful life called love |
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Ok. I should publish. Apparently my poetry speaks to women. Does it speak to males? If I am going to be out there and perform my poetry in real life (yeah I am quite the actress), do I do it in female circles or all circles? Never be afraid my child You wont be frightened by this mother's love. Her hands rock the cradle, crooning her protection, nurturing beyond the nightmares humans desire for you. This mother shall sacrifice all for this perfect gift of life. She also changed the heinous words. "Down will come baby, cradle and all To fall into her loving Mother's arms". My latest  
Yes you should publish your work!!!!! You are an amazing poet who reaches both males and females! |
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Topic:
When We
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When We
Under the starlit night sky a gentle breeze chills our nakedness Slowly we interrupt midnight's silence with the sounds of love whispers As the spotlight of the full moon's kiss guides us towards that moment when we . . . |
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Topic:
Ugly
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Ugly
Before when there was a reason to believe within each beat there was hope life love and beauty But the words the hurt left it motionless broken took from it life and left scars pain torment and now I am ugly I try not to remember I try not to forget I am lost unable to escape who we were unable to find me and so I wonder are you you because I am no longer me I am ugly |
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Topic:
Fire and Smoke
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Born of ancient fire, her smoke signals summon primal war howls. An uprising of razor sharp arrows pierce the clouded mountaintop, where it is said she abides. Smoke and mist pass. The mountain is barren, only skeletons of yesteryear remain, untouched, entombed near the ashes. And the thousand arrowheads broken, their shafts used to kindle her fire. Wow Ladywind you continue to amaze me! |
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Topic:
Roses
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Roses
The clock's hands toil minute after minute until the hours pass gently away soon tomorrow's promise will stretch far and wide celebrating time's patience with an elegance that awakens hope Lingering ever so warmly like a whisper on the horizon the slow rising brilliance paints shadows across the land and within each ocean wave until beauty has burdened the night with the majestic colors of life The air still chilled from previous hour begins its sojourn to the warmth of a new day as life mingles with the scent of roses leaving yesterday breathless |
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Topic:
Soul Exploration
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Soul Exploration
Would you please spend just this one night with me We could awaken to the sunrise glistening within each drop of the morning dew as the new day painted a picture of possibilities for us to explore Imagine feeling the sensual warmth of the sun teasing our souls with a never ending rest of the day to indulge in nothing but the purest form of enticement love We could forget that there was a yesterday or that tomorrow was waiting patiently to be discovered there would only be the now for our hearts to ever know and all they needed to remember |
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Topic:
Life
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Being in relationship for 7 years,i sometimes avoided her,perhaps just by human nature Then went on a tornado of cusses It was me and my ego that rises Like a never ending stream of lava When the swan turned an eagle, Then a cloud of confusion arose Claws of arrogance pierced my soul Left with the fall of a mountain Trapped in the boundaries of loyality I lost myself,i lost my own name,my pride And here i am,ready to light her cigarettes... With the destiny to kill my every need And be a guard of the loyality Quite Deep . . . nice write |
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Topic:
Time and Circumstances
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Time and Circumstances
Under the weight of time and circumstances life has for far too long continued to be what it has been for the two of us things we can't change things we don't know how to change and things we wish each other would change There are so many reasons for our complications from being too young for marriage to having children before we were ready not enough job prospects to earn a decent living arguing fighting and missing the each other we used to be For me when I am alone I hate to admit it but I wonder if possibly everyone was right maybe we rushed this maybe our family was ruined because of our love was merely infatuation the doubts of whether this is love whether we were meant to be together linger within my heart Then there is the fear I want to be the husband your happiness thought I would be the father our children need me to be I feel lost on a path that once had direction because nothing seems to go as planned we struggle day in and day out this isn't how it was supposed to be yet it is which makes me wonder I am not enough |
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Topic:
Memories
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Memories
They are there like a doorstop small and insignificant yet strong enough to keep the door ajar Doesn't matter if the heart wants to close it or if there's a draft as cold as the winter's blues they will keep the door ajar Kind of like crying before time heals what love has broken there's always hope but only if the door is left slightly ajar |
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Topic:
Breakfast experience
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As she walked into the kitchen she can feel the desire growing within her body, her limbs felt weak with need as she looked around. Then she saw it, the box. Her craving began to deepen as her hands grasp it. Her fingers sliding along the plastic parting it slowly to reveal the sweetness hidden deep inside. Tipping the box watching as the contents gently slide into the bowl. Her desire heightens. Feeling her desires flooding her limbs as she watches the milk slipping over the flakes gently caressing their edges. Slowly she slides her spoon into the mix bring it to her succulent lips. Her tongue slipping out to taste the sweet milky mixture as her body's needs takes her deeper into cravings. She closes her eyes as she devours everything on the spoon over and over again until nothing is left and her body is satisfied Kinda dangerous Vonda kinda dangerous . . . but I **** this |
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Quite deep. I like it
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Topic:
I Fell
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I Fell
I watched you walk away and the world became a bit colder and my thoughts were like the wind twisting and twirling never to cease The overcast not only darkened the sky but my mood as everything changed in a blink of an eye like autumn interrupting summer's brilliance I fell slowly |
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