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Imparted Image Inked

D-o
I-t
O-nce
N-ature's
I-magery
S-tarts
I-mparting
O-nto

D-irection
O-f
M-ind,
A-iming
N-ot
T-o
A-nnoy
Y-ou

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Dionisio L. Domantay)

Tattoo Deportation- Inked in Chains

The sound of wheels on tarmac
Keeps me focused
Keeps me grounded
Keeps me present

The sound of wheels on tarmac
Takes me farther and farther away
From everything I have ever known
Chained up like a worthless dog

The sound of wheels on tarmac
Reminds me that rebellion
Always comes at a price
You just have to decide if it’s worth the prize

The sound of

Inked Quill

Written: February 17, 2025 for Contest by Joseph May

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Stalking dark bloom at night 
Quick, lithe out of sight
Prowling stealth, jump right
Hushed, no sound at all
Felt lost, loped through wall
Hared wild, can't

Farewell to Poetry

I have inked my verses 
All day for so long 
Poured my soul in pages
But got nothing in return
For being a full time poet 
Poverty has ruined my life 
Crippled my very spirit 
Humiliation and neglect 
follows me everywhere 
My wrinkles and weary eyes
Speak of misery and destitution
So I have decided 
To forsake my pen

Inked Impress

We are as we were before,
But you inspire me more.

Any real poet knows you're with us or against us,
Together we're one.
The world will wonder what's wrong,
When our work here is done.

We honor the new,
We honor the old.
We do as we say.
We say as we're told.

We know the answer and it goes without saying,
Peace of mind

Inked By Night

Undulating ocean waves heave and sigh;
ebbing tides tethered to a waning moon.
And shades of indigo and sapphire blue
morph into liquid ebony at night.

As silent as cream, Luna's golden orb
rises, glowing softly in the night sky.
And moonbeams dance upon foamy whitecaps
that break upon the shallows with a roar.

Under a plethora of shining stars,
placid waters mirror the

Forever Inked

Dirty water
washes away
poetic indifference

Leaving the stain
of what will be
—on what forever might have been

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023) 

Love Inked

Love inked presence, divine entwined
Vibrant, centred, joyful
Playing earth role, in as assigned
God’s living miracle

No selfish to do list 
Ensconced in a bliss mist
Hands outstretched to assist

Instinct
Love inked

03-May-2022
Quietus 

Poison Ivy Ruby Kiss

Poison ivy’s ruby kiss

Strip all the ink away
Do away with her kiss; ivy.
Ivy’s kiss still stings
clings to a heart that’s inked deep 
deeply rooted ivy- spicy leaves…
leaves her mark on a trifling bum.
A bum brim full of hot air teases
kisses out of icy ivy, earns a rash.
A rush of Ivy’s ruby kisses stings 
clings to

Indelibly Inked

You can’t wash away loneliness,
it lurks and it spies
a stain on tomorrow
where destiny cries 

You can’t keep what’s been stolen
or find what’s not there,
alone and deserted
—the soap of despair

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)

Talk To Me Rosetted Body

Talk to Me Rosetted Body
David J Walker

The reminders 
Of adventures 
 
Worthy of immortal celebration
displayed in an inked 
Hieroglyphs parade

on all locations of 
the bodies canvas-like surface
aged and dated 

in a once vibrant hue
as the new 
faded with time

what was it you were saying
when you were saying mine 

I remember the mother 
Who tracked every

Inked In Stanza

Happy birthday, Jo Arcilla, 
The sorrow is without limit; 
The expression inked in stanza 
Simply soothes your soul and spirit. 

Topic: Birthday of Jo Arcilla (March 18)

Inked Soul

For you, I will stain my body
For you, I will let the needle
pierce my skin,
ink my flesh,
as your absence inks my soul.

I carry darkness there and
this new tattoo 
will just be that bone-deep stain
making its outward appearance.

Sometimes you can see it in my 
eyes
but I try so hard to hide
the grief
and anger.

So for today, a

Beautifully Inked

M-y
A-crostic
R-hyme
I-s
A-t

T-he
E-ternal
R-ecords
E-xpressing
S-ublimity
I-f
T-he
A-wesome

L-ines
A-re
B-eautifully
I-nked
T-o
A-ugment
N-ame

Topic: Birthday of Maria Teresita S. Labitan (February 23) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Ten and Six

Before I was ten and six
 I, caged at home like a tooth pick

 I Ink books for fun as a novice
 Wanting to be the dream I have promised

 Now, I am ten and six 
 After longing to have you fix

 I have waited to feel you near
 Now celebrating my birthday year,

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