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The Heat of Passionate Spirits

In her eyes from across the room

our glances make a spark,

the magic in our eyes, unmistakable.

Upon a brief exchange of chance, something more leads us away from who we are, to a 

chemistry unspoken. The magic between us continues through the night as we softly 

tear down the walls of inhibition. The booth cradles us through obscurity as the wine with 

gentle sips warms our emotions.  Time does not exist, enchanted minutes and hours

become eternities.  Smiles and soft caresses of her arm, she lightly plays 

with her hair...each touch sparks our souls and pull us closer to the truth.  We are not 

making it out of this perfect night untouched. To a small back room alone holding hands, 

lovers stop abrupt. Slowly and passionately a gentle embrace lead slowly to 

the light touch of lips.  The moment engulfs the now with fervours magnitude.

The passion burns our shadows on the wall with volcanic lust, the paint 

sweats like rain. The flowers bloom fills the room with sweet celestial heat as the love in our

hearts race to warm culmination.  A perspirant palm print slams, leaving behind 

the fingerprints of our flames. Trembling love exchanges with eyes agaze with no cares of 

what's to come. The magic in our eyes at this moment would never come undone.

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Relaxed

Relaxed

Graceful and free

Rays of sun glistening

Summers breeze rolling on the beach

Tranquil
                              
Entry for Catie Lindsey's "traditional cinquain" contest

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Angry Planet

Earthquakes shift the crust
above and below the sea
beginning.....or end?

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Warning For Future Parents

What to do when starting at 1

2 at a time now 3 is done

4 is fun yet 5 has come 

and 6 is here should we've begun

Oh no now 7 could this be true

and 8 and 9 what to do

add a 1 and no more too

that makes 10 what a crew

Remember though when starting 

at 1 that making the kids is part of the fun

So I warn you all when starting at 1 

be responsible in your love with your daughters and sons

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A Father's Sorrow

In the morning of the night
I looked to the light to find what was right
but all I found was left 
being deft in the night.  

I was not contrite with this inner fight
as I lied attempting to sleep but was slight.  
The night’s fight was ripe with spite 
as I was lost in the middle of my left and right.

Lines of site are veiled with obligatory inquiries
of yin or yang or black or white. 

Should I disinvite the blight within to settle
the fight of left and right? Or make haste of left
even though it’s not right.
 
But the left was and is deft and is pulling the weight tonight.
The right is though, right…
but should I be left?
 
I have to be forthright as a knight by being right
but being left I am bereft in my plight. 
Even now I write to find my right but can’t change the left. 
Having left….could I ever be right?

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Creativity

The volcanic explosion
of creativity
lasts only as long as
the volcano itself.

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Abduction For Matt Caliri's "poems To Movies" Contest

"You here?"

"Will...?"

"Never on time....man" "He's going to 

win this case just because of these pictures"...He begins to look through the photos.

The private eye cracks a smile and begins to hum

Spaceman...by the Killers

"Of all the songs to get stuck in my head while waiting"

"The stupid song's been stuck in my head for what feels like a 

year." (stands up and appears to be getting apprehensive) "I should win a freaking 

award for the amount of work i'm putting into this case"

"I can't take the waiting anymore."  (He begins to pace and dials his phone)

"Will? ugh, voicemail"

"So, where are you? I can't take waiting here much more, GET HERE!"(hangs up the phone)

"You tell people to be on time and they 

haven't the respect for how busy I really am."

The setting is a bleak dark alley, a place where 

love is replaced by pain, where the light 

of day barely penetrates.

Humanity is replaced by brutality in these cold, dark alleys of the city.

For a moment our character looks to the sky between the buildings and sees a strange light.

It seems to stop flying for a moment, 

"Get outta here, is that??"

Off in the distance the light (which was small at first), begins to be getting brighter and closer.

"My GOD, is that a 

spaceship?" A blinding beam suddenly brightens the alley way and our character is gone.

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Swimming With Snakes

Look at this guy over here, hahaha.

This guy's sitting there writing in his book, always talking like he's a somebody...

I mean come on, he's always walking around thinking he's cool thinking all the ladies

want him.

This dudes a freaking loser right?

Hahaha, yeah, thinking he's the man...derrrr, oh hold on here he comes....

Hey...What's up bro? .......yeah.....yeah...HAHAHA, You're a funny dude man.

Alright, i'll catch you later bro....

I hate that dude, so fake.... 

Thinking he's going to be some kind of writer, get a real job.

Wait until I take his girl, AHAHAHAHA!


And the conversation slithers on.....

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Rag Doll

A rag doll...one of dreams
is loved and cherished... 
Yet, what is not seen
is a small tear in the seams

Passing days 
and times of play
drop small grains 
of pain and reveal delay

In loving hands 
days have passed 
more grains drop
becoming part of the past 

This rag doll....once full of dreams
now empty from a small tear 
in the seams, sits lifeless
on the shelf eternally smiling

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Reappearance On the Scene

Was tired of being lost 
Now I’m found
Picked myself up 
Off the ground

I’ve finally found the time 
Inside my mind 
To find the rhyme 
And look at my priorities 
One by one and
Line by line

My babies, I miss you
Your smiling faces 
Are taking me
Places where 
The chases never end

I’m sorry for the things
I’ve done
Not there to have the 
Daily fun...
But, lesson one…
Be the MAN!!!