He wants a girl / with diamond cut legs / liquid silver inbetween. / He wants a girl / with silken spun arms / for holding him while he dreams…
I remember holding on. / Spinning through infinity, / lips curled with glee. I remember holding on. / Heads thrown back and open hearts, ...
They are but shadows / of a man I once loved / who is but a memory, / who cannot for all asking, / return from the dead
11th hour 11th day 11th month
She blushes sweet sincere and chocolate, / prismatic in her character / reflecting her soul off every spectrum / and direct into my bosom…
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There are possessions / Women hold dear / Trinkets they love / And they hold near / A necklace of paperclips / Made by their child / A charm b…
HOLD MY HAND / LET’S TAKE A WALK / WE CAN LOOK IN EACH OTHER EYES / WHILE WE TALK IT IS TIME TO REMINISCE / AND REMEMBER OUR DREAMS AND M…
Thank you Maggie….Please check out Maggieposh’s other awesome artwork on / the RB
In her spare time / she practices magic / but not the kind / you see on TV. / To the best of my knowledge / she can’t do card tricks, / saw peo…
This is a record of what happened.
leaning sedately back in the solid wooden rocker she / stares through the rain spotted window
Make me believe that You will come and save / This soul that waits in its unmarked grave.
Spreading a glow / In her palm / She wraps it around / Her neck / Leaning back / To kiss you, strikingly / The pull of / Of her approval / Tilti…
“I can only carry one more,” / Sybilla said, “just one!” / “So whose turn is it this year / to come and have some fun?”
/ My Broom Only Holds One / by Robin Pushe’e
Kiss me, love / Lavish- faze me / Kiss me kiss me / Splendid crazy / Forehead / Cheekbones / Lips / And hips / Curves / That merge to / Mounds…
Sitting up high I could see why people who walked past the room sneaked a second glance. / The small ward was packed with family and frien…
Somethings the children , no matter how old just don’t seem to understand.
you couldn’t / leave a thumbprint / at the scene of a crime / for police to find / you
I wrote this specifically for the ‘Thumbs’ challenge in the FREEDOM TO SHINE group…and I won!!!! I couldn’t believe it. It never even occurred to me that I might be in the running! But I just love it that the hosts of this great group, Julie and Roger, a.k.a. solareclips and Roger Sampson go to the trouble of providing a way that written entries as well as photographic are possible. Thank you both!!! This is dedicated to two great and innovative hosts, and all the members of FTS, esp. the ones who voted for me! lol!!! Oh, and I nearly forgot, to all of you, thank you for stopping by and reading my work. : )
It is early love, / and before we put the day away, / come here, / clasp my hands in yours and look at me, / lets look at each other / what is…
I would like to not forget to hold hands with my lover and look into his eyes and feel the presence of my heart beating with his.. and then sometimes in the day my mind wanders and there he is.. Ok.. my fav song/vid still..Destiny
Hold high the bread / The loaf must now be broken / And the fragments given out / Will fill our emptiness.
Eucharistic narrative and prayer.
Hold me now / I need you as most as / I ever have / Guard me, masculine love / As strong as I ever aspired to / Connect to / Tug the sky do…
When the leaves fall from branches, / Laden with fiery red, / I seek that timeless moment, / Sweet visions in my head. When the tide move…
You are tied tight, / woven into my fabric, too close knit to distinguish / our separate blends. So hot…the box of before, / burning i…
This is a poem about my mother: The lost, and The found of her… / She died tragically (suicide/murder) when she was 26 and I was 7…back in May of this year my uncle sent me an old box I’d never seen before, which held ominous letters written a year, a few months…and right before her death; a pair of glasses, her bronzed baby shoes, cards kept from holidays, and a few other (now sacred) seemingly insignificant keepsakes. / This box would not stop. I had to hide it, so the pull of it did not suck me down again into her ends. / This is a poem about that box. / A repost, as this was only the second poem I ever posted here and I wished it read. :)
when I close my eyes / stilling the whale from breeching – / dust of all that is Kristin Reynolds 10 31 2009
a haiku on breathing, stilling, and what I see behind my eyes while doing so… / it is a remarkable thing.
Just sit and listen over here / Grab your girl and hold her near / Just give her your coat on a rainy day / Just sit and listen to what she …
Hush / Let not words / Disturb the very moment / The peacefulness of this time
So much can be heard in the silence that two share
Canopy of stars / How beautiful you are / The whole world stops / For one breathless moment / As the vision burns to memory / Forever and a d…
I thought I would bring back some of my older works. I wrote this piece some time ago while I was visiting a friend in the Karoo (Aberdeen, South Africa) after a traumatic experience. I’ve changed the wording a little. The Karoo is a magical place where the silent starlit nights are breathtaking. Aberdeen
How do I start spirit-flying?
How do I start sprit-flying? / I guess it starts with spirit emotion / Not usually an electronica fan, but this one has something that appeals to me xoxo
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