My heart has chosen you;
Pour love, into a hug, elected –
The hearts expectations
Lovers intentions
A game of telephone
Disconnected----
Dropped the line
Dial tone ----
Truth somewhere between
Lost I love yous and purple monkey dishwasher
.
save that
crimson 'pon
handprint
hern hiner
edvardz
The squeaking trees
swayed back and forth
through the night
whining and aching
limbs snapping
and wind blowing
the structural wood failure
a tree begins to sway in the wind
typically a low deep groan
or creak followed by a sharp
pop and snap and ping
when the fibers began to
unravel and slit
the stresses of tension and shear
the fibers start to crack
the high pitched tearing or
ripping sounds
where fibers are being pulled apart
and fibers are sliding past one another
A
Phone call
That will go
Ignored then on -
Static pours out from
The receiver until
I can hear your voice through it.
Let me drown in this soft white noise,
Let me sleep until I dream of you;
Your form flickers in my memories.
When the dial tone breaks the facade
And I'm left alone in the booth,
All I can think to do is
Rummage around looking
For just one more - oh,
That quarter was
The last one
I had
Left.
To my dear Angel,
If I could sing a song,
Straight into your bones,
I would find the perfect tone,
For all the love you shown me,
So many precious memories,
Keep you alive within me,
Many more are yet to be,
As we create Eternally.
If I could sing the tone,
Straight into your bones,
filling you with what I've known,
You'd never leave me alone,
And know how much I've grown,
You're on loan to help me roam,
And you'll need to go back home,
It's okay I can do this on my own.
Singing all different tones,
I hope it frees pain from the bones,
I'll keep singing till you have to go,
Thanking you for the love you show,
And when we go our separate ways,
I hope you get to ride the sunrays,
Until one day you greet me again,
My four legged furry friend,
It's time means it's already past time
one day a babe in white satin cage
then, crow's feet and mahogany cane.
It's a two-hued day
within a Claude Monet sky
a little puff of gray
diamonds sitting softly
just beneath the clay.
Circles woven tighter
within each pulsing day.
They're fleeing us in clusters now
embers of this realm burn to powder
silver-haired orphans pushed to pray.
It's a two-textured day
amidst the robin's egg sky
little puffs of gray...
Diamonds whispering
just beneath the clay....
"weave me into your heart
before I drift away".
Pick up the phone, please
Don't leave too soon, I'm sorry
I am stuck on you
Sarcasm is meant to sting
it’s no way to have a discussion
~ speaking from the heart’s best
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
#Tone_it_down_my_dear
breath runs out of my lungs, this dungeon on my body grips tighter, yet I'm still nearing to her finer reflection..,
Glare in her face keep trapping my courage to confront her, I look, but still come back with tattered emotions..,
she creates so much iniquities to my sanity. One glance in her eyes, in this maze of her beauty, constantly return with drained batteries of my emotional and mental gps, leaving me wondering in the wilderness of her pulchritudeousness...
Wonder if her heart poses so pure and innocent as her smile, Troubled is my soul and mind, when fear keep piling wonders in place of confidence...
in my dreams I'm man, but her presence turns me into a lad, how hard I try to stand firm but my knees fails my strength, I need special ingredients of courage, mine, she had long exhausted
#Poetic_Ink
I was young, once, and knew no bounds
and oft went running with the hounds
chasing heirs, blossoms if not there
plucked, without worry or a care.
Met in rhythm of a 2 tone ska
bewitched by sax and bass guitar;
escaping from my ghost town spell
Mantovani could go to hell!
Rocksteady, reggae, punk, new-wave
freedom, freedom, never be a slave!
Checkerboard shirts with Tonic suits
skinny blue jeans and eight-hole boots.
Mom don’t like multicolored mates
so that’s her problem, them’s her hates
Thatcher’s on her wall, she expounds;
so I went running with the hounds.
I hear the sound of clanging and banging from a distant source
Like an orchestra of metal pots that have fallen on the kitchen floor
which brings a ringing to my inner ear
then a low vibration comes as I stand still
This frequency happens frequently
transmitting a language I've yet to unveil
Creating a magnetic peace during its stay
One day I hope to understand the meaning behind it all
A tale probably woven over a thousand years
I hear the sound and listen in
The tone goes away just as mysterious as it came
A saint once procured for her phone
Entirely a new type of tone.
When starting to ring,
The angels would sing,
Direct from the heavenly zone.
Don't say a word
It's time to finally leave this world
The difference between close and lose
Is the letter c the chance to choose
And once and for all
The leaves begin to burn and fall
A spiral staircase
And you're running down
Out of this place
Away from it all
Away from this face
You’re packed up
Delicately with a sheet
The doors are closed
We’re following behind
Closely like sheep
We're all alone
But all we can hear
Is this steady dial tone
And you can’t pick up the phone
But I’ll give it all away
For the missing piece
And I’d scream my lungs out
Just to have some peace
My mind will wear thin
Like a ribbon tied to your wrist
I’ll bear this pain
For a new plot twist
The teacher sets the tone in his classroom for the day
Be pleasant and be friendly, students want to stay
Walk in scowling with a frown upon your face
Good luck, teacher ~ as students turn away
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