Conspiratorially Poems - Poems about Conspiratorially

...The symphony of our hearts vibrates like an eternal whisper in the silence of the night, in a continuous flicker, like my phone that rings incessantly from your call, and we talk for hours, letting......

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...(a university-life vignette) It’s a Friday night, Leong and I are at a small restaurant close to the dorm called “Ordinary.” We’re in a cozy, pleasantly dark, little red booth—waiting for......

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...Under the playful smile of the moon, where stars wink conspiratorially, I embarked on a mischievous journey into the depths of your eyes, A magical voyage through hidden corridors, Where your soul......

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...My Grandmère and I have long, gossipy conversations, where we fall into our own chatty, slumber party rhythms. She’s met or knows everyone important, and people tell her things. They DM her or......

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...There's a fly in the room and it sat on my screen, looking perfectly placed until I jolted So I'm making a cup of tea, as a squirrel dashes along the back fence Two birds fly off conspiratorially ......

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... A hero turns conspiratorially, staring into my future. What he said into the camera then, is meaningless now, but I see his lips move, as if he were predicting this moment. A heroine hike......

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...Brass windchimes ring melodic time backed up and down, back and forth by boisterous breeze voices blowing somewhat more silent choices below Before benighted rejoice reprise to rise and ......

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...Black and white movies, old even when I watched them flicker still on an inner retina. A hero turns conspiratorially, staring into my future; what he said into the camera then, is silent now ......

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...Lisa, a freshman in our residential hall sister-suite, and I have become fast friends over the last couple of weeks. Before we began hanging out I penned a piece about her that she thought was hilari......

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...Monochrome scenes blanch but color is there as an underlay of my own viewing history. Black and white movies, old even when I watched them flicker still on an inner retina. A hero turns consp......

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... "The Name and Blue Sky on a Sunlit Friday Morning" “There is something missing,” he announced. “Oh,” She said, “in what way?” “Well, “Love”? ......

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...“Memory isn’t as good as it used to be” Cackled Sam Browne, feeling all of his eighty years Sam drained his ale and conspiratorially whispered “Here, got tales of woes to tell you young man” “Now......

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...Dear Sue, I am remembering our strong negative responses to the young woman who surreptitiously read her aunt's very private diary, filled with vulnerable statements of the most intimate natur......

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...A convention of unconventional warfare It’s the Olympics of BS, the mind boggles Unrelenting coverage; I try not to stare Through my thick, round minion goggles Slogans chanted numbly trump rea......

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...The Waiting Room The April weather shifted high to low, Exposing those early clout casters To the concluding bite of winter; Footsteps full of foreboding Trudge their last legs up the inclined......

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