The clocks ticking
...Time continues to slip past.
Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by.
You can't slow it down.
You can't halt it.
No matter how much you try to hold it back
It is still sl...
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Categories:
facials, time,
Form: Free verse
The Deeds That We Do, But Never Discuss
...What good is love, when guys and girls are whores?
What use are we, when all is the libido?
Good girls on their backs, bad girls on all fours,
secretly swoon for guys like the Mandingo! ...
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Categories:
facials, america, desire, humanity, life,
Form: Ode
Song of The Atropa 'belladonna' No 14: ABBA
...As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
bella...
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Categories:
facials, allusion, analogy, death, fate,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Happiness
...
Happiness is when I am listening to the music,
feeling the rhythm, the melody, owning each beat.
Happiness is when I am dancing, expressing my
feelings in each beat lifting my spirit, freeing ...
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Categories:
facials, dance, family, friend, happiness,
Form: List
'Twas Naught His Night
...Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probe...
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Categories:
facials, allusion, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
The Scent of Vanilla
...Cooking with garlic and oil
Chopping peppers and chives
Crinkling aluminum foil
Running water over dirtied knives
Cutting boards strawberry stained
Slicing apples and poaching pears
Steamy fa...
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Categories:
facials, culture, food, fruit, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Chamber of a Thousand Faces
...I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising;
And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising.
My days were a flurry of manicures and ...
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Categories:
facials, appreciation, art, beauty, career,
Form: Couplet
New Sores Become Old Sores and Grow To Mature Into Scars
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I saw blue memoirs fell from momma's eyes, as she looked into my brown retinas. Swiftly she removed my medicated glasses, a dominant gene I carved out from papa's bottled eyes. "Oh! sorry D!...
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Categories:
facials, africa, black love, blue,
Form: Prose Poetry
Fury For the Masses Iii
...“Worm! Your honor;
Witness the decline of the American Dream,
a demise right on time. “
I surmise…
The death of democracy,
our blind rage for insane things.
Lies are truth and fiction is ...
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Categories:
facials, america, anger, change, class,
Form: Free verse
A Crazy Life
...trying to keep up the pace
In a never ending race
Of life is wearing me
Further down upon my knee
On the go and never stopping
Day and night I'm always hopping
Struggling to get things done
Is...
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Categories:
facials, crazy, fun, life, recovery
Form: Rhyme
When I Am Old
...Many if not most people are nice and complimentary, and I have heard it said, "You look much younger". Or, "You look great for your age". However, age ...
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Categories:
facials, age, culture,
Form: Rhyme
Railway Journeys
...I had no ways,
But rail way,
A safe way always,
To reach out in hope.
On the way no peep,peep,
Long tracks like racks,
Ironed,strong never unite,
Steamed power,
Journey hours and hour,
Stati...
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Categories:
facials, journey,
Form: Light Verse
Pretty Women In Rare
...Why these facials taking care,
Pretty women in rare?...
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Categories:
facials, absence, beauty, change,
Form: Free verse
Window Teacher
...Window Teacher
by Odin Roark
As teacher
She was petite
Unassuming
Framed in layered paint
No make-up on her
Save occasional steam facials
Winter cold
Apartment hot
Patiently s...
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Categories:
facials, history,
Form: Free verse
His Hell
...It roars thunder and bellows a storm,
it's vengeful like scorned gods.
A gory feature of demonic forms!
And I see it more and more envelop,
everything about me.
Everything sanity marshals!
Till words...
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Categories:
facials, depression,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
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