adornment
the grey spots run across the moon
a door, the grey spots sun
unsun
adoration
meant for
the grey spots run across my eyes
ardor, meant for
amulet, necklace, choker
unbreath, unsunned guise, metaphor
key & the serrate clouds of sunrise say
grey
that they say
meant for
i do not know what
i wish i, size, serrated angel
unsung, wise, unsun clouds
open, cut
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illumination
lost at 2am-
the sky is flaring
and i don't know why.
colors
that take the shape of you,
brilliant where they meet the horizon,
become an apparition's touch
without synonym.
coming to rest,
at a place where the tall grass attends-
all manner of emotions fumble for shape,
for the likeness of this moments shimmering fugue,
burning through the night.
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what if one thing eats another
what if it doesn’t matter
they hang you from the skin of your arms and
gravity drags the bones from your flesh
how much of agony is just the passage of time
slow grind of galaxies
stars winding down
here you are
busy with the slaughter of lambs
light flickers on the wall
night
blood of the cosmos
do you think dark matter
radiation
the streaming particles of time
all those tiny invisible things crashing through you
do you think it feels like
how an hourglass feels
as the sands run through it
do you think it knows they run out
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Voodoo
I forget when the numbers in the years stopped
having the same meaning they did when I
was still Miss Mary Mackin'
on asphalt, when I went through my own
all dressed in black black black
phase. I remember the art
and the poetry and
the love. I forget
when I started counting backwards
in decades to get to the time I remember
feeling this full.
Maybe this is why the more
our lives become
entwined the more I feel
Most completely
and totally me. It's something to do
with your effervescent enthusiasm, the way
it bubbles out of you, the way
you can't control it, the way
lowercase isn't really the way
you ever do anything, really.
And that's what I love the most about you:
how completely and totally you
you are.
© 2024 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller
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One day, one rhyme- Day 3767
Children’s backyard swimming spot holds
Warm veggie broth that’s good for colds,
And there’s enough to serve a group:
A paddling pool that’s full of soup.
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tell me how to search the heavens for venus on a crystal night
a morning star before dawn to rival the sun
it sparkles like a dreamcatcher strung between stars
capturing the ghost of a love too true to perish
we dreamdance to chopin’s nocturnes
a glissando across piano keys
my space ghost makes my heart race
twirl twirl twirl a fever dream pace
across flickers of turquoise northern lights
meeting under a pavilion of silver star glow
i kiss a ghost so far away
©️-Aubrie-2024
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i touch her with ghost fingers
a whisper
a breath upon her skin
a look from my shy eyes
my soul
a vision of her heart
i kiss her velvet skin safe
olive skin
my lips upon her beauty
i love without an end
forever
and even Angels weep
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H₂Ome
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The rain has fallen
A new day’s blossoms begun
Together as one
.
sck042016
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Our Songs
This year the year we stayed too long
and fell into someone else's song
yet what I'd so much rather do
would be to sing our songs for you
songs to greet the morning light
more to kiss then sing goodnight
needing neither rhyme nor reason
as one greeting each new season
with words of love to last forever
for hearts time could never sever
then the sky sang we were through
leaving each alone without a clue
to wander lost both broken hearted
as one by one our songs departed
tonight tears fall from a distant star
and I'm left to ask only where you are
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the darkness said: hold me
and i left my shadow there
not knowing what i'd lose
knowing the dark was sad
we trust the light too much
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You’ve been close.
Close to love, but never in love.
At least that’s what you tell them. You know, the ones that always ask. The ones that don’t understand. The ones that act like everything is perfect, but are kissing with one eye open.
Looking over their lovers shoulders.
Watching. Waiting. Wanting, the next better thing that comes along.
You’ve been close.
But at least the love you are waiting for, will be real.
Close.
Close to love.
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Tell me about the home of your heart
where the sun shows bright in Spring array
tell me of the rococo pirouettes of light, how they
dance clear through me like a misuse of dawn’s
somber visions, as if lucid in its own conscience
adrift in the rustle of my string-plucked soul,
as the flora and fauna of huckleberry reveal a
sound: the hum, hum, hum of a captured spirit,
a mere tsunami of your tenderness unfolding
inside me, inside the dwelling of our life
Where I realize how sweet it is to be loved by you.
© thespian drummer / tender tsunami
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WE ARE NEVER SAFE
we are never safe
behind the stone walls we build
tunnels we hide in
The Shield of Truth protects all
strong enough to stand alone
©Joshnny J P Lee
08 May 2024
TANKA: 5-7-5-7-7
Photo Credit, Unsplash Image
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coming in
I could cope
with being alone
much of everything
I’d been through
put that on to me
forbidden to talk
with anybody
about anything
that bothered me
tell us they said
of your troubles
& either did nothing
or reported back
to those who
had given those
troubles to me
leaves a body
trusting no one
walking alone
seeing only dark skies
shadowed corners
no warmth no love
coming in
& then when
you get old enough
to cut & run
they act bewildered
me? they say
what have I ever done?
neil benbow
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One day, one rhyme- Day 3765
Hot leafy brew is fun to drink,
In garden pitcher? I don’t think!
This may lead to some formal bans:
Serving tea from watering cans.
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SILENCE
Yesterday, I bade my words farewell
Pursed my lips too tight 'til they turned pale.
A shut mouth has no stories to tell
Refrained from even sharing tall tales.
Bitter daggers will no longer be hurled
Even the relished honey will cease to drip.
Because silence guards the tongue, unperturbed
Master and slave - silence has made of my lips.
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