The moon is kerosine tonight, opening a yellow eye while daylight dies away.
Street lamps glow with wire halos, people in worn coats stopping at shop windows on their way home, standing like scarecrows.
Stores sell tin cans of hope on the shelves, with rolls of barbed wire, scanning barcodes and setting fields aflame after the harvest.
We stand on the rusty shoulders of giants.
We care for those close to us, with soft skin and bones, at home in dusty picture frames.
You can strategize, set up straw men with the mechanical tendons of typewriters. But your plans will snap like matchsticks.
You can forget about the end, where fences fall apart along the plateau's edge.
But the mind's eye is a black hole, stretching time and starlight.
Pools of candle wax will expand like pupils at nightfall, desperate for the last glow between branches
To swallow us whole.
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☂︎ summer solace
sugar sprinkled strawberries
chocolate flavored memories
with the moon in sight
brownie eyes, like starlight
lullabies to quiet the mumbles
of my anxiety that tumbles
hold me close to you instead
and let your whispers fill my head
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A peak into my doorway of passion. I can no longer crave you in silence. I want to wear my attraction for you like the latest fashion. Where my mind goes my body soon shall follow. You can take a wild guess that it’s destination leads to you. I want my hands to land and freely explore your person. With permission and patience, like an intoxicating fragrance, I look forward to your kisses. Wet Seductive lips, a new home for my fingertips. Cup my chin in your hands. I’ll close my eyes while you Kiss me into oblivion. I wish for a forever in moments like this. Just a peek in my doorway of passion. Even though I know everything ends. Somehow, I still wish for a forever in moments like this. -w.a.m.
What is Us?
Evil is beautiful, as beauty is
everything that is alive or inanimate is creation.
All to mix and boil, to call itself existence.
In this reality, we find universal
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You Can’t Make an Omelet without Breaking Some Eggs - Uncle Scooter - Day 18
I heard through the grapevine
it’s always darkest before the dawn,
but every dog has its day
throwing caution to the wind,
going on a wild goose chase,
pulling someone’s leg,
biting off more than you can chew
by the skin of your teeth
straight from the horse’s mouth.
Getting a taste of your own medicine,
tit for tat
(turnabout is fair play),
a snowball effect
letting the cat out of the bag
and killing two birds with one stone
(don’t count your chickens before they hatch),
adding insult to injury
by beating a dead horse
(you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink
the last straw).
Speak of the devil! The elephant in the room,
playing devil’s advocate, going down in flames, burning bridges,
like two peas in a pod getting a second wind to run like the wind. Head in the clouds,
clouds on the horizon, weather the storm but feeling under the weather, caught between a rock and a hard place through thick and thin (no pain, no gain), but don’t judge a book by its cover, it’s a blessing in disguise! Letting someone off the hook is the icing on the cake,
a peice of cake,
giving the befenit of the dubot
at the dorp of a hat
is the bset of btoh woldrs,
for as you sow so slahl you raep
na papel a ydapseektehcotdoryawa…
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Blasted is the lull,
that devious idleness
The rope displaces fibers
one by one by one
until it all
©️ Anna s., 2021
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Blog Cabin / Vlog Cabin / Captain’s Log Cabin
When thoughts have occurred,
play with them,
twist them into shapes,
and reconfigure the letters,
make the first the third,
say what you now have,
and try to make sense
or keep it different
by adding the term non –
non and sense together
make a sunny day
into stormy weather,
whether you understand it or not.
Mix it up –
and what see you got now…
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Alive and kicking, it's as if it were already written, like cold weather and winter making a young man shiver, it wasn't meant to be cold outside, it's warm season, but don't panick, until then just let life simmer.
glancing blue sky,
breathing the minty scent of greens,
I am lying on.
solace, this brown brings,
which peeks through the love of lichens.
did I mention the olive?
or the meadow, where I have been?
so many colors for me to see,
from dawn to dusk, millions of twilight,
or thousands of paints, I recognized,
which were schemed,
for my eyes to cling,
for my retinas to burn,
still I don't want to close my lids,
this may be an iris out or a mere dream?
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I fell in love with you,
But it was just a stay,
Not my place,
To live and feel home,
Thinking about every moment,
I knew, I never belonged,
To the time,
You were habitual to.
Still I think why don't we,
Take a try on us,
I don't want to feel any guilt
Therefore, I will try and try my best.
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Lies heal with the right time
Lie here on my left side
Lie with me baby don’t lie
Lie with me baby don’t cry
Just lie right
Just like us
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Sometimes, I am soaring high,
Like a bird, in the sky.
Then sudden forces pull me down to Earth,
While the gravity recites my worth.
It speaks about my supposed world,
About following the people considered gold.
Selling fallacies to appear strong,
And I know, it cannot be more wrong.
Embracing falsehood to hide the pain,
And to avoid the awkward walk of shame.
But my conscience questions their lie,
"Why would I have wings if I was not made to fly?"
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Potential so pretty
Heady with promise
Licking lips flickering lights
In shadowed eyes brightening
When tasting teasing
Sweet bites, morsels
Leaving a craving for more
Where is it going
Dizzying heights, bird's
Eye view hindered hindsight
Trail of crumbs wolfed down
Something lost yet also gaining
Evening out exchange
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How prophetic and ironic
The pathetic polemic emitting
Fatalistic rhetoric questionable
Ethics oh so pedantic
Acidic politics mimicking
Archaic epistolic epics penned
With elegiac apocalyptic spin
The trick is to not trip
Nervous tic don't panic
The Titanic can't sink again
So swim outlandic [sic]
Mondays are manic, every other
Day too take your pic
Frenetic kinetic apoplectic energy
Tales from the cryptic
Drafting drastic measures
In styptic pencil
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I’m careful with who I share my emotions with
because I refuse to be handled like a book.
Read and then put back on the shelf when it’s convenient.
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📞 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜’ 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜: 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝟻 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚘’𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖. 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚡 𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 #JacquesUsed🥀 Come see Jacques 🎟: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/valentine-black-hearts-tickets-134812382465?aff=efbeventtix . #commecicommeca #poem #darlingsandlovelies #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetryporn #wordplay #instapoem #poems #wordsofwisdom #writersofig #instapoet #igpoets #poetryisnotdead #homophones #poetryofig #spilledink #poetrybrothel #prosetitute
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my lady claimsi’m more girl than she
can’t say i don’tfully agree,
she’s Ricky tomy Lucy,
i’m dancin’ Snoopy tocheer up herCharlie..
i’m the Velma toher Shaggy..
my girl says i’mmore ladythanshe,
calls me prettywhen i beg,says..
she was bornwith mythirdleg.
Grumpy Gormanigram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
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How To Befriend A Giant
Giant: FI FIE FOE FUM! I smell the blood of—
Me: A lazy bum?
Giant: —What? No, uh... Be ye alive or be ye dead—
Me: You’ll feel much better if you go to bed!
Giant: That’s NOT what I was going to say!
Me: I could really go for a nice fish filet.
Giant: Are you mocking the giants’ art of rhyme?!
Me: Are you kidding me? Good rhymes are sublime!
Giant: (astonished) Do you mean to say humans like speaking in verse?
Me: Well, some are better, and some are worse.
But I pride myself on a good turn of phrase!
And I kinda need board for a couple of days.
So if you don’t mind, I mean, if I may enter...
Giant: (delighted) MAUD! Turn down the sheets, we have a new renter!
How To Defeat A Sphinx
How To Confound A Centaur
How To Play With Dragons
How To Scare A Skeleton
And a bunch more on the How To Guides for Mythical Creatures Masterlist!
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The bane/the balm
The lull/the loud
The crash/the calm
The pitiful/the proud
The fire/the fizzle
The stop/the start
The drought/the drizzle
The head/the heart
Alliteration may hold juxtaposition
Even in rhyme can we find contradiction
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