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Dear Sky, the earth woke up the dead
to witness its creator between two thieves/ atonement for all you see
a resurrection of love, a timeless plea – to give in exchange for me.~K.M.
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To be more than a writer. To thrive. To shape my world in happiness, dance in the showers of creativity and never stop to ask why. It was dreaming of a life unscathed – walking into the midst of a morning’s’ bloom, knowing life’s renewed force bids me come closer and drink from the healing leaves of joy.~K.M.
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The revolving doors of freedom swing
mightily, like a silk purse spun on
the webs of me.~K.M.
photo Pixabay.com here is the extended audio version: thanks for listening/ reading blessings:
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The windows of daylight
are upon us-
the wayward night’s asleep/
suddenly there is peace.~K.M.
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Love
is a vision
it thunders,
chariots and
swarms – miracles of things. ~K.M.
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We were trying people
Trying not to repeat the past
Trying to hold crazy together
Trying to open up inside
Trying to make it right
Trying to pick up the pieces
Trying not to give up
Trying to fight
Trying to stop frivolous wars
Seem like nonsense/ to keep on trying
And we do it / ain’t nothing wrong with trying~K.M. -
What is love but a heart walk?
In peck in hold and whim
upon a needy earthling pinesturdy chrains (trains) a-coming
wafted souls abide
gather-on chrains (trains)
gather-on K.M.Tried my hand at Cockney dialect (I hope you have enjoyed reading as I enjoyed this attempt) please feel free to teach if you know more.
London Cockney is as distinct and clearly defined in
Scottish or Yorkshire or any other. Origins can be traced back to
Kentish, East Anglian, Mercian and Saxon speech. #Poetry #NaPoWriMo
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