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  • Meditation Sabbath

    August 1st, 2015

    Dock

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    She let herself be

    rich with tender steps of light,

    surrounded by seas.

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  • Be Human:

    July 28th, 2015

    My Writing to do List gone writing

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    • Be Human-?
    • Write
    • Drink Coffee
    • Write
    • Be Human-?

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  • It’s gonna Rain

    July 25th, 2015

    Too quick

    for slowing

    down

    My,

    My,  My

    blowing wet smoke

    burying these shiftless chords

    adding up the dead,

                              Forgive us

                                     Our transgressions

                                                       are multiplying

                                                     Forgive us.

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  • Safety (Day 29,NaPoWriMo

    April 29th, 2015

    Ivory Gull Svartnes harbour Vardø march22nd 2015 in flight over water sign © Amundsen Biotope

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    His hat hung just above the tiled brow.

    Formerly he wore his best,

    High altered pursuit -Ivory Grey

    Drinking -dusty winds

    Perching, gently its blue-ish bill.

    Practicing his craft on human-rubbish

    Gliding his hallowed cry – eeeer.

    Against  ghetto ‘s, sand-dunes,war zones and cliffs too 

    Robotic faces shhing  feathered hands

     still on he came,

    Proudly, shaking the bear,

    Resiliently, greeting lion cubs,

    Flying parallel with each blustery storm.

    Protected by the universe, Mr. Sea Gull.

    Today I did not follow the prompt, I’ve gone my own way. I meet a beautiful friend today and thought I’d share my feelings. National Poetry is coming to a close.I felt much pressure writing. I’ve enjoyed each fresh rhythmic line. I have much to be thankful for. Writing is my water,my glass-slippers to the ball.My healing. Writing is my friend. All Rights Reserved 2015.

    Please check out NaPoWriMo here for today’s prompt if you like:

    Day Twenty-Nine

     

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  • Exhale Day 12)Napowrimo

    April 12th, 2015

    She had crumbled before

    throwing hands right above the stippled light.

    This time, her eyes were squared

    distilling the faintest of frozen dust.

    Her thirst was cleaver

    anticipating her stage

    She could really take flight.

    Just,

    Tonight.

    Give it all you got!

    Even if it is just another bust,

    Exhale

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  • Never Offer Your Heart to Someone Who Eats Hearts

    April 1st, 2015

    In Honor of National Poetry Month before -the writers Burst into writing with first sign of ink ,I thought of Alice Walker 

    by Alice Walker:

    Never offer your heart
    to someone who eats hearts
    who finds heartmeat
    delicious
    but not rare
    who sucks the juices
    drop by drop
    and bloody-chinned
    grins
    like a God.

    Never offer your heart
    to a heart gravy lover.
    Your stewed, overseasoned
    heart consumed
    he will sop up your grief
    with bread
    and send it shuttling
    from side to side
    in his mouth
    like bubblegum.

    If you find yourself
    in love
    with a person
    who eats hearts
    these things
    you must do.

    Freeze your heart
    immediately.
    Let him—next time
    he examines your chest—
    find your heart cold
    flinty and unappetizing.

    Refrain from kissing
    lest he in revenge
    dampen the spark
    in your soul.

    Now,
    sail away to Africa
    where holy women
    await you
    on the shore—
    long having practiced the art
    of replacing hearts
    with God and Song.

    by Alice Walker

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  • Tina

    March 28th, 2015

    Inside my dreams

    I will always be the twirling ballerina

    Watering the curly sides of my wasteline

    Inside of times ageless eyes

    I’m a just a tiny girl

    growing up to be the baddest superhero!

    I’m just a girl taking on the world

    In and out of motions suppressed

    I’ll practice my line,

    I’ll sing my tune

    and dare any man “to play me for the fool!”…

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