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Premium Member Twelve Feet Of Water

Twelve feet of water,
it feels so good to go deep. 
Swimming with the stars 
 green eyes full of my high dives,
fireworks without insurance. 

Touching the surface
for the briefest of moments,
give me forever.
Trading everything I have 
could never feel like too much. 

Sprinting through the pool
my split second fins fly like wings.
I add swift designs,
stills on a rolling canvas. 
Dangerous, but so is fear.

Around Noon

Shadows tightly folded
into the hour of noon.
Clock hands clasp
and time stands as the stork does:
unmoving and going nowhere.
Venerable old men, 
anchored on park benches,
idly stare in hagioscopic squints
at panting patrons
of sidewalk cafes.

A fly buzzes,
decelerates,
comes to rest…
The dog twitches,
unhitches the fly,
stretches under the table.

Another glass of wine sedates thirst
in warm sips.
A waiter trips.
The dog growls.

Time unclasps its warm greeting.
The stork repairs its stance.
The old men look the other way.
Shadows begin to unfold slowly.

And, as the last chime of twelve 
hangs in the air,
only the waiters rush about
like buzzing flies.

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Premium Member Twelve Bells

The clock strikes twelve bells, 										
the time is here, 											
all in their minds 											
seemed reasonably clear.

Time to go home 											
and find one's bed, 										
uncertainty may be welcomed 										
for others instead.

Light breaks 												
as the horizon starts to shimmer, 									
pillows and blankets											 
lay a peculiar shape. 											
Eyes are closed soothing pain 										
from the cheer and wine, 										
now the pillows are moving, 										
it is not too late.

The telephone rings 											
which hangs on the wall, 										
the alarm clock goes off 										
from down the hall. 											
The blinds shutter up and down 								
dazzling sparkling light all around.

The fan overhead 										
circulates the air, 											
cooling the pillows 											
nestled between our hair.

Sleepiness is calling 											
and the pillows now quaint, 										
the simpler days 											
of collegiate dates.


Premium Member There should always be twelve! OCD

Why, why nine, why nine cupcakes in the pack?
Only nine friends, or three, can share this snack;
no tea for two without a fight,
four or six have to be polite;
or be wracked with guilt if I hold one back.

Premium Member Twelve arguments for the existence of the soul


i

We’re all different.
Must be something.


ii

Cut off your finger:
you’re still there.


iii

Alive:  breath.
Dead: gone.
Do the arithmetic. 


iv

Man hides behind a rock.
Bird sees him.


v

No reason then
shouldn’t be now.

vi

For something to vanish
it has to exist.


vii

Einstein's soul:
Does the train move
or does the track?


viii

A number carries a forever:
why not a body?


ix

Pleasure, anger fade:
love, hate, don’t.
What are you?


x

Assume it:
see what happens.


xi

Music lives when it dies.
What about us?


xii 

We’re all the same.
Must be something.

 
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Untitled 12:12

December the twelfth.

12:12


(for my reference only)


Premium Member October You Are the Best

Welcome October you are the best.
So glad to see you before winter,
You took a twelve month rest.

Singing birds are in their nest.
Flowers blooming no more bright colors,
Welcome October you are the best.

October is from the east to the west.
We have both hibernated way too long,
You took a twelve month rest.

I see the sun coming up off the crest,
Beautiful colors to start the day.
Welcome October you are the best.

We are truly blessed,
Even if the clouds are gray.
Please be our guest.

We have missed you,
Glad you are back.
Welcome October you are the best,                                                              
You took a twelve month rest.

Twelve Years Ago

Twelve years ago today, I sat
In a garden, where the birds
Chirped and frolicked in the fountain;
I was waiting for the words

Which would let me know that I’d become
A nana to a boy
And making room within my heart
For some never-ending joy.

No matter what you hear or read,
There is no way to know
How a grandchild stakes his claim on you
And never lets it go.

Of course, that’s if you’re lucky,
And the way things have unfurled,
I’m among the very luckiest
Of nanas in the world!

Twelve Hours for Each

Darkness is once more, interrupted. Shadows recede into the cool mud below.
Swollen with knowledge gained from their observations above ground.

Daylight burns bridges. Hours setting limits. 

Mankind awakens. No longer bewitched. Nor between 

Color slowly replacing, a charcoal canvas called night.

Premium Member Old Hands Chime Twelve

Old hands counted fingers to define,
That the hours in a day chime twice twelve,
That the months in a year toll what the old hands told.
Twelve apostles, tribes and days of Christmas do unfold
Twelve jurors decide, the twelfth is the hanged man card, 
12 inches make a foot, 12 notes in an octave for a song do abide.
12 eggs in a dozen, 12 faces on two dies, does craps decide.
On 12 lunar cycles and 12 months in a year, does the seasons reside.
The annual elliptic zodiac journey passes through 12 constellations.
So it's so true, that so much of how we count and conceive,
Our universe, fate, course and the passage through time,
Depends on how our ancestors counted with their fingers.

Premium Member Burning Twelve Times Bright

"When stars align, and you're on track, she's all signs of the Zodiac"
~ the author, after a twelve-pack 

If in your heart (a paradise) I'd delve,
'twould multiply my love for you by twelve. 
I would be declared by any jury
completely mad, in a trice or hurry.
Your voice rings in a dulcet twelve-tone scale.
Your eyes enchant and wink behind a veil.
Each hour's an eternity on the clock,
as I wait, impatiently, to unlock
the latch on your affection's secret door, 
I'll do the tasks of Heracles and more. 
My Guinevere, the queen of ev'ry knight,
my love ever burns for you, twelve times bright.

Premium Member twelve one liners

 

oh clouds  that drift and hover  above
a journey  a trajectory   and path unknown
ocean waves  battering thundering  to shores
oh woods  where tangled vines creep   birds sing
birds  of many species  singing with joy  each day
flowers  wild and unruly  twining   and creeping 
winds  with  their constant solemn  music
rain   that the forests and woods   drink
blue water   in ponds streams rivers   and lakes
oh creatures  that sleep in hollows  safe from  harm
sun  in the azure sky  shining   on earth
moon  up there trustworthy for night  dreams

Chinese Twelve Zodiac

2025.2.2, CNY 5th day
There are twelve Zodiac in Chinese Fung Shiu.
Rat, Ox, Tiger, Hare, Dragon and Snake
Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog and Boar.
There were terms "Tam hop, Tu s/xung.
Meaning three for, four against.
Best matches are in the following strict order.
Rat, Dragon and Monkey.
Ox, Snake and Rooster.
Tiger, Horse and Dog.
Worse against are
Rat vs Horse, Hare vs Rooster,
Dragon vs Dog, Ox vs Goat
Tiger vs Monkey, Snake vs Boar.
These rules apply to all partnership and life long relationships.
If one does not believe it, one will face the consequences,
Especially when comes to worse matches.
All of the above was my knowledge, 
Before I converted to Christian.
Chinese culture soon will be forgotten,
Resulted by mix races marriages.

Premium Member Twelve Thousand Years Ago

twelve thousand years ago in our night sky
there was a vulture constellation, no one knows why
ancient lost temple carved it into its outer wall
also, a headless god, about nine feet tall
aliens and dragons were recorded in this temple too
I would have loved to have been there, wouldn’t you?

Premium Member Poetry Challenge poems 11 and Twelve

Day two, poem number 11
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                                      These challenge poems

                                      I'll make them quick   

                                         I've got the flu   

                                       I'm sick, sick, sick!  


                                        Poem Number 12
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                                         A cough, a cold,

                                     Sounds like the croup

                                          I'm sipping tea

                                        And chicken soup

                                          My fever rages 

                                     And makes me shake

                                     But I'm writing poems

                                   For the challenge' sake!

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