O these coolnesses!
Blown off a water.
Re-encountered, regaled again
Each face in summer.
With noon's energy
Nightfall's toned down is
Shake a bluff, maidenhair bank
Hurtled off; sat. bliss!
Golden ribbons stretch as far as the eye can see,
A boundless sea under the sun's gentle light,
Where every stalk of amber wheat sways free,
Unfolding a vision so breathtakingly bright.
The wind comes whispering low from the west,
Tracing soft ripples across the warm, heavy grain,
Turning the quiet soil into a restless crest,
Rolling like oceans over the open plain.
Each gust carves tides through the deep golden hue,
A shimmering swell of honey, brass, and straw,
Rising and falling like waves in the blue,
Holding the heart in a silent, reverent awe.
Above the calm surge, the warm air comes alive,
As jewel-toned dragonflies shimmer and gleam,
While tiny gold midges weave through the hive,
And lacewings float past like a summer day's dream.
High in the canvas of an immaculate sky,
A crisp wedge of swans cuts through the soft white,
In perfect formation, soaring gracefully high,
Shadows drifting over the field in their flight.
Picture-perfect and still, yet endlessly in motion,
The earth paints a masterpiece under the sun—
Where the dry prairie wheat turns into an ocean,
And heaven and harvest are woven as one.
Not for me, i'm not going to buy it.!
I like multi-toned eggshells
Bad move guys cause
I will never..Ever boil
Poach scramble
Or fry it.)
This day, ablaze, its setting due
Shall not dim scat.
As its own source of flamy light
Two conjoined hearts
Will see to that!
Rapturous toned, in buzzing through
Blossomy air.
Nor that heard for present delight
But through whose love
Will shake as fair.
My name is Captain Thomas Blake
William’s company commander
I am very sorry for the loss of your son
at the hands of a sniper
I did not get to know him as he was assigned
to my company only a week ago
I have enclosed his personal effects:
1. a sepia toned picture of a young woman holding a
baby boy with Mom and Me in black marker scrawled on the back
2. an envelope with the name Susie written in feminine hand on
the front containing a love letter from her
3. a well gnawed penicil and tattered notebook-
your son was an excellent poet
4. one dog eared Gideon New Testament
5. the Scot Terrier token from Monopoly
wrapped in a zip lock bag
It is with deepest regret we can only return these enclosed
items and not your living son.
With humble regards
Capt. Thomas Blake
Co. A
1st Battalion
504th Inf. Reg
82nd Airborne Div.
Written: June 19, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
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I love to swirl with you tonight,
to gasp the balm your soul holds dear.
Under the moon's soft slate-toned light,
I love to swirl with you tonight.
Since my fleet youth dissolves in white,
and dreams nurtured grow faint, un-clear—
I love to swirl with you tonight,
to gasp the balm your soul holds dear.
Little beings, a-wing.
As well do sing
Cherubs! And Earth's own!
Hearts, rejoice ye.
Gardens, heard, viewed for
And, fair toned, more
Heavens! And Earth-sown!
Souls, revive ye.
Her red painted nails
ripped into more than just a toned oiled back
it also ripped into a soul
slicing through the future's eye
sand slowly slipping
through the hour glass of time
her hand slipping in mine
it matters, when searching
for the wonders and the riches
we find
sapphire dreams pinned upon the wall
mouths melting into the scene
we don't need to scream
when it's time,
we'll open up the cage
then the prettiest bird flies free
Morning applied, creamy - toned
For brightening agents.
Smiles each of their faces through;
A schoolgirl's; on her way.
'Sunset-yellow'. That, last used
Which thicker slapped on is.
Facades of those old towns
Traditionally o'erlay.
TULIPS
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intoxicating scents that evoke deep longing
and admiration
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Brands range from luxury
to affordable
sleak, to sleaze
Sleazy at best.
Ode to Being Loved
a, bold style to keep his attention
, Bluebella Honey Birdette
Adore Me Fleur du Mal, La Perla,
Frederick’s of Hollywood.
cello, violin, clarinet, and flute
the senual sounds of
togetherness
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Creole America Rice Company
Dirty Rice Recipe
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Sensual Evenings
Loving Nights
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For a slow, "bassey" groove in slow jams, the focus is on a deep, resonant rhythm foundation with heavy low-end. Key instruments include electric bass with specific modifications, deep-toned drums, and melodic filler instruments.
old ink sighs,
sepia-toned dreams
come awake~
memoirist
gathering ghost-lit moments
from yesterday’s hush.
dust-warm light drifts across old rooms
holding the hush of yesterday in place
War, its foreshadowing
What blows up, raging
Before me now! Red-leaf toned.
And splattered about.
What, of death, the same way
Hangs o'er, in wake of
Lies, weeks away, for landscapes
Ruined! Winter's ghastly.
Stiff, corpse-like. Sad as scary
To walk throughout.
A daily walk beside the sea,
restores the mind, sets spirits free.
No day the same, yet so well known,
a moody, kindly voice—soft toned.
The waves roll in, then slip away,
their lingering tug, begs me stay.
Each wave resounds into prayer,
a mantra shaped in salt-sea air.
As they break, crash, hiss, surge and creep,
they caress shores with every sweep.
White bridal veils spread on wet sand,
trailing lace crescents on the strand.
The rhythm of what is seen and heard,
brings peaceful awe to what is stirred.
All who return to stand and see,
pay hushed homage to mother sea—
To mater mer, the source and womb,
the wellspring from where life did bloom.
The blood in our veins that sustains
our cells, is seawater remains.
The sea is blood, spirit and bone,
a deep sweet tide that calls us home.
e……..em……..emu……emulate……emulation
building words is quite the celebration
constructing sentences is a kick too
conjunctions acting as the well-toned glue
prepositions running up and down
paragraph sneering with a clown’s young frown
my muse tears down rules and jumps over walls
ideas are pinging in my head now like ping pong balls
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