Relationship Senses Poems

In your silence I see colours,
speech crumbling like flaking paint, dried; truth dripping from lips, black spittle on a brush.
In the silence I inhale the...

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White foam crashes with memories of conversations here, an awful date there;
welcoming steam floats around work deadlines, lecture notes and scrawls.

Cupped hands warm around porcelain...

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Woman’s Desire

What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap 
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks...

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1. Everything begins and ends,
reports Richo mindfulness
To which Ohcir co-responds,
including positive v negative
therapy v trauma
co-arising intention.

2. Relationships do not always come and go
according to unconditional...

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Shock to the senses
By Michelle Morris 
18/01/2021 

When you first touch, it's like a 
Shock to your senses;
Feel the rush,
Shock to your senses... 

When your...

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Rebuilding bipartisan explorations,
at least two-sided appositions,
like generously inclusive
and conservatively exclusive
worldviews of MotherEarth

Sacred polytheistic strains
and peak experiences felt
through love of life 
resilient win/win relationships
weightless

Freeing secular monopolistic...

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For every relationship
we can rediscover
a season
of increase
and tipping point
toward decrease.

For every correlation,
positively resonant
and negatively dissonant,
a regenerative
becoming degenerative season
for building up and out
and tearing down and...

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Our words they mingled, in space and time.
Dancing blank pages, between blank lines.
The thoughts we had, not shared out loud.
The sounds of words, our thoughts...

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ThanksGiving advances

Arising thoughts about boundary breaching risks
and perennial partisan issues
and deep listening opportunities.

Perhaps only the Othering
and Othered One Percent
instilling in their children
and future grandchildren
that extended...

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Our backyard
Whirlwind of summer firefly
Embers

Stirs up
From the long graves of grass
By the sprawling brooms of July 4th fireworks
Booming distant in the furled sky

Up high
The fire...

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Regged are the faces 
Drowning in waste 
Lost forgotten out of place.

Gold does not fade or decay, 
it knows no warmth or kindness
only filigreed in...

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I have often gazed 
up at the sky, and 
off at the sea – sensing
a certain innate airiness
about me; told of relationship
between fishes and me...

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The cunningness I feel is near:
It tries coming for a stay
Living within a beast, I once lived in
It's a bit dangerous wanting my play.

I have...

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oblivious

we are oblivious to it all, the death, the lies, the cries of nature and spirits among mankind, powerful sweet repose we will regret our...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was...

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