Best Pluck At Poems

This day I grow tired
and so incredibly weary.
My heart holds only dreams
of a Life unfullfilled
A Life not nurtured,
yet barely a glimmer
of the spirit that once was.

I do have memories of some things good 
-not all bad,
But the fear that I am alone
is Like a fingerprint...

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Things look bleak, hopeless...

A tapestry of images in my head
swirls and tells me a story,
hauntingly beautiful
then unravels so fast---

I try to catch ahold of it,
but fail.
Or so I think...
a single thread of thought
stays with me,
it winds through my fingers
and glows

Another thought floats by
so I pluck...

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I hang from the strings I tied to you
that I’m too afraid to cut;
too afraid to tug on
when you can’t feel my weight.
I'll cut myself some slack,
only for you to pluck at them once more.
The strings are thinning out;
I'm thinning out. 
Please do not let...

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I've been caught in a web of lies
As filthy as that beast crawling;
Along each thread, I wonder how
It flexes; does a lie retain it's shape
After stretching to the limit?
Or does it snap and free the prey?

Look closely at the silk
Do you not see that all...

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I am feeling the shock of fast change. How to cope with it is of course the question. Listen to Beethoven through the neighbor's window? Look up from the page? Appreciate doves even though they are so numerous? I seem to have limitless choices although...

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His hands are mesmerizing;
They move with easy grace.
With wide palms and long fingers,
He stirs this breathless place.
 
His melody is haunting;
It strikes my deepest chord.
His hands pluck at my heartstrings,
Touch regions unexplored.

I can't help but imagine
Just how those hands would feel
Playing tunes against my skin...

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Why do boys treat women with such disrespect and disregard?

We women are just flowers each alike,

Fragile, agile, soft and dainty. To some atleast.


When we are really bold, bright and beautiful warriors; on a quest to conquer life.

But then again we are just flowers.

Like flowers we...

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KERI'S MIRACLE LITTLE MACIE


      KERI, THE MOTHER OF MACIE, THE MIRACLE LITTLE GIRL

        HAS ASKED TO SHARE AND TELL THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

        A STORY TO...

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The others turn to wallpaper,
an amalgamation of colours,
reds run into blues run into greens.
A palate of insignificance
submerged behind our corneas,
may as well be grey.
Nascent in our welfare womb,
sharing oxygen: I breathe in, you breathe out.
The curves of your fingertips
tease my acrylic French tips.
Then I turn...

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She was the flower in the barefoot spring.
I felt like I knew her in every life before.
She took me into her like I belonged;
She’s everything I never asked for.

I wouldn’t have known quite what to say,
The words I saved, I just gave away.

I am something...

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One dark and stormy night, when half my life lay behind me ?I wandered from the straight and narrow path too far.
And took my heart for a  ship’s compass
All through the darkness, I followed no course, no path but my own.  ?
With only...

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The picture is of an oldish man sitting on a hard chair in front of an Edsel on which is the painting of a fire. The room is concrete with some brushes and paints next to the Edsel and one coat hanging on the wall.



Fire...

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They searched for fruit
That subconscious memory of flavour
That lingered scent, that succulence, 
That soul satisfying savour.

But the tree that bore their bounty 
Had long ago been hacked 
By the very axe they carried 
On their bent and broken backs.

Each day they passed to pluck at...

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PETAL GIRL

I dial your number
in the depth of sleep
hands on my clock 
move
hands on your body 
move
flowers in your
mouth
flowers in your 
thighs

always in the garden
of you
is the flower
of your mind

others bend
but you..
you pluck at
my petals
consign them to
your whims..

she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she...

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I see no reason for this toxic state
other than hate or desired submission
found in my dream
where a kiss upon the heart
is a rusty chain 
hanging on walls of circumstance
a vision within a vision
wrapped around my throat
making it hard to breathe
Oh! That this dream be more
than...

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