Long Soak up Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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Fate decreed sexting/texting while married abominable

Therefore karma caught up to me big time
and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory
(figurative speaking) by casting a spell,
whereby the government issued Safelink
Tracfone got permanently disabled
and all the data
(including contact...

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A Sample of some of the genres I write it...Nature, family, depression...just a taste...just a taste. These are all reposts and can be found along with these titles:

The Sound of His Breathing (Written about my...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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If you spill your secrets to the breeze,
Don't blame the wind for laying them to light.
Once said, words are disclosed, even to trees.
And claim peace in the leaves that rustle and fight.
Whispered tales of a...

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I received so many wonderful gifts
I'm thankful and oh so grateful
I had a good amount of uplifting lifts
Life is so abundant and beautiful 

Spill it all to the floor some more
I heard you shut the...

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It seems every time I begin to let the light out that hides inside of me 
 The world breaks me down and reminds me this some things are meant to be 
 But now...

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I was a dedicated, expert arborist, bringing joy and comfort to shady spaces,
As mountains give cool joy to blooms, in butterscotch afternoon's last traces.

A love of trees grew in youth, when climbing our oak, four...

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Reflections of the day of my Birth
On this 58th year I reflect on what is before me and, also behind me
How did I get this far with more behind me than there is ahead of...

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There were images the grey man could not see 
Did not want to see, in all probability

Walking by the glass doors and windows of modern stores
No warmth of being within their cold crisp alloy frames
Where...

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How does it feel to feel and be recalled?
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No winds are winnowing enough
To put a quill back in the hands of the dead poet
Or confidence back in the trachea of the strangled speaker
In me
Because no words are as vile
As no words at all
Where...

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Observer,
Though impartial, I can never be as
I try to see you through others eyes.
Today you will be just a man—
Past his youth, not yet elderly,
Though you show signs of aging.
Your dark hair, now sports silver,
Or...

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I had lately been in the career doldrums, for I was an aspiring, eager actress,
Like lavish summer blossoming rampantly, in wild, passionate distractedness.

I'd enjoyed a few triumphant successes, still, they were few and far between,
Like...

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2025.4.18
Easter Friday, a public holiday,
All the shops was closed so as M Cenyralhere ,
There was no piano.

It was fine by me,
I just had to find an alternative.
Yes, I was going to this place,
My first trip...

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I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have 
never wanted to leave.  It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture.
It is located where two rivers...

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Destiny never announces to us our place of arrival
The streets, countries or cities
Sometimes our journey is by circumstance
Other times it is divine
At thirty eight years old
I was still looking for Mr direction
I was still in...

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Slowly spring unfolded.The trees all abud now and througout the forest floor
Daffodils had sprung up it seemed overnight.Looking over at Arlis holding his daughter with a look of total besotted love,her mother warmly looking on...

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Early in the morn, just before the sun would rise
The scent of bacon, thick enough to burn my eyes
Crept under my door, across the sheets and into my nose
The aroma I smelt every morning before...

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Awww… These are Happy Dance Ramblings… When you get someone to listen… You just have to go for it… Bet you didn’t know that I’m like super doper man... Put me behind a computer and...

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When my friends went through struggles 
I would always help them out 
extending my hand out in troubles 
as I could when they were down 
when the world around them crumbled 
I was the one...

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Each year we drive to the south of Spain to soak up the sun's warm rays
But we like to maintain a leisurely pace, so it takes us two full days

Which means we stay at Hotel-and-Go,...

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Written: June 09, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest

“a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - Silent One

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They Riot.
They revel in frank spotlight, 
getting drunk in a boozy blitz. 
You can find them wrapped in the lush covers of pure linen on Sunday mornings, 
their madness of headaches and chills covering their...

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