Long Quilled Poems

In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel etched in the chronicles
within the hourglass of time,
a journey that...

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The heart may fall in love unwillfully
so, in a script will lie my paramour.
Oh manic quest, I've sworn to set you free
to let the ink's imagination soar.
I’ve found a place to court a writer’s muse;
this...

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Just Beyond
Boles of Cotton-Fields
Rosethorn ... Where A Few Folks
Stick Together - For Good, For Real

Rosethorn:  Famous For Its First Family's
Annual Ball & Bar-B-Que Grills ...
But Where Most, Barely Make A Living
... Paying Over-Dues and...

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Quilled into the scriptures of the earliest greek mythology
I was a girl. Beaten.

She uttered this in the moonlight of my room
Appearing on my balcony, atop my red sofa just as I was reading of her...

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“Slips the Blue Satine”



Desire bites 
a sonnet ripped 
where the voice projects
through glossy cherry bit lips
down a telephone line
wrapped around long legs

speaking soft words
welcoming you in like a quilled whip

Freedom bites
a too serious sonnet smiles
then...

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Poetry Soup Is…

A place to post words and be heard
a platform for prose, a poet’s eatery
A sonneteer’s palace, for the sagacious or the absurd 
A silver chalice that pours golden poetry
Rhymed and skillfully quilled 
Artful...

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Death of the Pen

Colonel quill is
On life support,
Through trembled 
Voice he spoke ,
This feathered 
Friend has served
Me well, as it did
Most other folk .
So it's time for me
To shuffle off this 
Mortal Coil, before 
They...

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"Romance in the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed"



Romance is in the 
reflections of the
steely green-eyed

time stolen and framed
bars to freedom 
champagne dreams remain

the prisoner’s heart ignominious
kept safely in a treasure box
poetry lies laconic in the...

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Calligraphic psyche in a delicately expressed avalanche;
Addressed to whom it may concern in a note, carte blanche.
Four walls house the sweet suicide, boxing floor to ceilings;
Heavy pen seeking solace, in the paper basket of crumpled...

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Limitless! Is where you can go in the universe of poetry.
Set your goals as high as that glorious moon.

For the steps to what we call, "Glory" are steeped in quick, fast-food poetry.
Beware! No astonishment there,...

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She walked unawre on sinking sands.
Thinking, ah..the world was so grand.
What a huge mistake!
Her trust of fellow poets!Too great!

Defaming her name in a poem??
The sea's foam urged her to roam.
Bullying her was simply not enough.
"Let's...

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Heaven to each of us will be something different.
Artists will find paint brushes, easels, canvases, and glitter paint.
Musicians will discover instruments not invented yet on earth.
Scientists will land in a lab with like-minded white coats.

Romance...

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DANCING IN INK

A Poem by Debbie_Philly
 
" I love dance and I love writing !!! "
One of my very first writerings 
 
DANCING IN INK
 
My pen dances in ink
feathers quilled and twirl
in the excitement...

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Narwhal And A Narwhal

Saw the caption of a narwhal and reflected over it
A room for warrior community of north India in poesy?
Was intrigued by the chosen name yet slept over it

It remained there like my...

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My Inspiration,                         My Only Beloved,      ...

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 Life, I think, is a bit of a paradox.
Floating through this desolate void devoid of context and explanation, (some might suggest value as well, I suppose); 
I conclude these idiosyncratic murmurings of bothersome almost-people...

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Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled,
I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold
Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled
Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness enfold
like unspun wool on a distaff or...

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Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest

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Mine words are but broken chopped up letters

of me, you shall not find any sacred altars.

Verses of unexplained nonsense

my emotions become so immense.

My thoughts corrupt and cause me to wander

you ask yourself at times about...

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Dreams of feathers,
hang from peacocks naught.

Ones lips are sealed.
the other always open.
Twins,
and both have pointed ears.
One can not but help to hear.
Standing upright a marble blue veined face.

The breasts of the one,
serpents around come out...

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"How to Touch the Lips of an Eclipse"

calamity, the heart rushes in 
up against a wall of thorns
and the one removed watches it all

Love comes in little steps small,
or the opposite, thick fast floods 
that...

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I think I have a mild cold!
Big deal~ complaining daily, a habit of the old.
But I suffer from much gratitude.and if I dare write 
a poem about true reality, it's labeled as bad as having
a...

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Where does the writing become illegible?
I cannot reconstruct the thought I have tried to compose in ink.
They bend the pages 
They are not quite so simple as you might think.
So I find a pen in...

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                      Queen Poetess





"Queen Poetess?".thou doth makest me laugh!
I have finally quilled a poem this...

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