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I Understand
As if I had not awakened from a slumber of lies baptized in tradition’s rebellion As if I had not been unplugged From the matrix of deception intoxicated by the signs of the times I finally understand As if you had not left prophecies etched on the calcium of my bones Like you didn’t leave… Continue reading
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Wk#4: #Rebirth Weekly Love Challenge – You Can’t Leave
Wow, this month is over already. This is my final Love poem submission for Lisa’s Weekly Loooovveee Challenge for the month of April. You can’t leave me not now not ever not while my kiss is in your bloodstream and not when your tongue has danced on the insides of my mouth not when your… Continue reading
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Words Are Worth It
Corroded behavior reveals the unpolished stains left dangling from the heart Brimming from the mind and falling from the mouth A surge of power tap dancing in the air and building meaning on the ground A melting pot of consonant sounds and vowels finding way to my skin Seeking to build homes in the goosebumps… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Top Five Reasons You Should Be Reading Poetry
by Nickole Brown (Found this on BookPage, excellent piece on Poetry) 5. Because it’s unnecessary. Yes, unnecessary, absolutely so, but only in the way that beauty and truth are unnecessary. Like an elegant armful of cut tulips brought home dripping from the store among all your pragmatic sundries, like my grandmother’s false lashes glued on… Continue reading
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Wk 2: Love Poems Challenge: A Love Like Music
Welcome back everyone for another week of Looooveee with Lisa Tetting’s Love Poem Challenge brought to you every Friday. This one is a re-post, an oldie but goodie. Enjoy. A Love Like Music… the instant birth of calm and racing anxiety slowed, and slick, and subtle like splashes of sunlight chipping at our faces warm… Continue reading
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The Art of Storytelling
When I think of storytelling, a familiar image creeps into my mind: an elder with the strength of several generations. Eyes covered with glasses slightly tilted off the nose, they nod slowly to the beat of a rocking chair. Their hands and knees are stiff with arthritis so it is rubbed continuously as the history… Continue reading
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