It demands the truth
Sometimes I am afraid of the white paper and pen.
Fire can erase the evidence,
But it can't erase what you executed:
Paper burns
Guilt doesn't.
You can torch the files,
Shred the receipts,
Hide the hands that signed
The lie-
But the truth stays bold
In the dark.
Smoke can cover the smell,
But not the stain.
Flames can consume the
Proof,
But not the weight
And guilt?
It sleeps lightly.
It wakes early.
It remembers everything
You hoped the fire would
Fail to recall.
Nimble fingered “type,”
eyes clock whilst “tapping” into,
A grade manuscript
So bittersweetly fair of face; I stare at a breathing dream,
baring the sweet taste of smoke on his lips,
as I longingly yearn to trace mine over. Your bitter secrets and untold words.
Through breaths that fall short—
and sweetened lips I pine to part
like torn paper sugar packets.
I beseech the sun to undress the stars
In the same manner you disrobe hearts
Inspiring indigo pulse to dance runaway
Carrying cranberry cries yellow yesterday
Exposed by charm your whimsical words
I’m like a feather in your arms like birds
Riding romantic breeze unlimited heights
Purple passion coloring days and nights
High as a red kite I’m destined to swoon
Emerald eyes hypnotized by light of moon
As a night flower power in your blue bloom
I lay with you hours as we cradle and spoon
As hot as lava you stir me from within
I am white paper ready to receive black pen
Words fall like rain despite night or day
Forever promising you’ll never go away
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Knowledge
A large trove
Summed up
On a blank
Paper napkin
"Read away and let your imagination soar." By Poet......
I love books both new and old,
did you know there is power between the pages?
A book is made up of paper and ink,
the words give power to the fiction.
As a reader one can go many places,
learning about life and living.
Reading can bring one's imagination to life,
as you turn the pages reading away.
We can place ourselves and feelings in the story,
as we become one of the characters.
Sometimes it will take our breath away,
other times it may put us to sleep.
As a writer our imagination comes alive,
when the ink hits the paper.
The power of fiction,
can take us over as we write.
The letters become words,
then the words become sentences.
Our story becomes alive for the reader to enjoy,
after all we write for our readers.
As we write happy or sad,
the reader's feelings will come out.
We hope the reader will enjoy,
our vision for the poem or book.
boudoir lined with glass
reflecting many faces
last of rolled paper
dabbed on her eye- shadowed lids --
tears crashing for lost youth's gloss.
1st place
My feisty Yorkie, who has a bag of personality,
Got hold of my last roll of toilet paper.
Attacking brutally, mauling half the roll.
Paper confetti flew around as it paraded, looking gratified.
The roll of paper white now thin,
Grows threadbare, tattered and quite lean,
A silent signal, soft and low,
The final sheets starting to show.
Each tear a whisper, a slight grace,
As emptiness soon fills its place,
No more a buffer, soft and kind,
To replenish one can just find.
Like paper thinning, life recedes,
Fulfilling all its earthly deeds,
The gentle turning, day by day,
Leads to a quiet, waning ray.
With the bones slim, a fragile shroud,
Above the whispers of the crowd,
Each subtle shift stamps a sign,
Along the path of one`s lifeline
The roll will soon be spent and gone,
Beneath the supple shining sun,
A quiet sigh, a letting go,
As softer currents start to flow.
When the toilet paper roll
is almost empty,
it may cause panic,
but only temporarily!
You just have to make sure
a full roll is close by,
for if not, there may be no one
to hear your anguished cry!
In my parents' house, the extra bumwad
was in a closet,
but not in the loo;
a circumstance that should have been outlawed,
for what was a child to do
with the poo
that was still stuck on his smelly backside?
Some ingenuity must be applied!
Well, the toilet paper roll is paper too!
Unroll it, smooth it out. That oughta do!
When toilet paper roll is almost empty
We shouldn’t frown, panic and worry
Water host is attached on toilet’s wall
With sprinkler to wash our buttocks on bowl.
Water washes waste’s smudge thoroughly
With soap, bottom will no longer smelly
Whole life’s comfort comes more frequently
As washing purifies while wiping cleans partly.
I keep sufficient stalk of daily needs !
That is my nature.
Regarding toilet paper
I have three rolls always at hand.
One is finished, I order for the next .
Never to fall any shortage !
"Toilet Tissue almost at end !"
"Funny Topic"
" Ridiculous Question" :
Not to entertain .
Middle of nowhere as the road continues
A hotel sign welcomes my urgent needs
Panic, chaos, as I search for a restroom sign
I burst though the door like a gun slinger in a saloon
Relief
In the wild maze of stalls and panic
I never checked my surroundings for supplies
The roll has gone from white to brown.
No more TP!
Next to me I can see feet.
I am frozen.
I do not make a sound
I feel like I am being hunted by embarrassment
I do not know who is next to me
I make assumptions of their life by the appearance of their shoes
Kind of scuffed and not well maintained
"Spare a square" I would never dare
I wait uncomfortably until they are gone
I shuffle to another stall and again I am whole.
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