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All things conspire

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A Dash of Sunny. All things conspire to stand between;. Love is but a battlefield. None could have thus foreseen;. What every glance had to reveal. When sun and storm refuse to yield;. They ask me if my love was real. I hold up faith like its a shield;. Time alone shall make them kneel. All things conspire – to keep us apart. Your eyes thus bade me to linger. Their melody throbbing inside the heart;. Watch when fate – points up a finger. Love is like an ocean wild. Despair itself is worn and mild. I most...

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STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: Life's Golden Beauty All I Know

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STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky. Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada. Sunday, August 9, 2015. Life's Golden Beauty All I Know. I try to hold the flickering flame. Fast faltering my eyes before,. To clasp it for some moments more,. Its magic mine to keep and tame. It flickers out, no one to blame. I try to slow the speeding days,. Delay them as they canter past. I want them to forever last;. They rush towards sunset's golden haze,. Extinguish in a fiery blaze.

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Resonance: The morning war

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Wednesday, 17 April 2013. As the sun welcomes. The bright blue sky. As the squeaky birds. Give out a high pitched cry. A huge war takes place. Between the world and me. The world tries to wake me up. But i manage to bog it down. The alarm rings incessantly. I silence it with the snooze button. It comes back with a vengeance. But it does not know my determination. I dig myself into the bed. And pull the blankets over my head. The stupid cock shouts insolently. The mosquitoes attack vigorously. 22 May 2013...

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echoes of the hills: December 2013

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Echoes of the hills. We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava. View my complete profile. My Interview with Poets United. A Pilgrim's Candid Story. Fellow pilgrim, care to whisper an echo? The hills can hear them. Our emissary lorotpoetry@gmail.com is on duty 24/7. Thursday Poets Rally 43 ( May 05-May 11. Thanks Again Washington County. Woman In A Coffee Bar.

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Beyond the Bozone: serpentdragonmanbird

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With your tail so sharp. And your aim so true. I fear the air surrounding you. You’re a slithering sneak. With a raven’s beak. Of a striking young man. Your feathered reptilian wings. Spread flight in circling rings. Your neck stretches scales. And your serpentine tail. It threatens to impale. Here is the prompt from We Write Poems. 8220;Think of a child’s painting (like something on the refrigerator). What creatures might there be? Wednesday, 08 June, 2011. Thanks Pamela, I was after the childs perspect...

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echoes of the hills: February 2014

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Echoes of the hills. We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava. View my complete profile. My Interview with Poets United. A Pilgrim's Candid Story. Fellow pilgrim, care to whisper an echo? The hills can hear them. Our emissary lorotpoetry@gmail.com is on duty 24/7. Thursday Poets Rally 43 ( May 05-May 11. Thanks Again Washington County. Woman In A Coffee Bar.

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Beyond the Bozone: mother me a meteor

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Mother me a meteor. She orbits, a planet. Afraid of fallen angels. Frolicking in yellow fields,. Afraid of crying winds. Whisking hair into tails—. Winding life with leaves. Whipping in the gravity. Of twilight’s last glow. She envies each of the planets. And dreams herself a meteor. Falling a fiery hole into Earth. Free from fear forever. She orbits like a planet. Parched and pierced with. No intent and purpose. Round and round and. Saturday, 28 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011. Sunday, 29 May, 2011.

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Robin's Nest: Delving Deep

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Saturday, August 8, 2015. She took my hands in hers. Looked first at my palms. Then deep into my eyes. My heart just like a drum beat. As she read me, knowing me. Scouring, scrying my past. And reading the future. By her diviners ancient art. Delving deep into my soul. Parting the web of my mind. Uttering a rattle in her throat. That slowly receded to a gasp. She opened her eyes wide. Only then to cry out. Staring at her fingers. Like a spiders web. All the while chanting. Sending chills through me.

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Out of my Ocean - poetry and thoughts: Lost For Words

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Thursday, 12 January 2012. When the words don't come. I look for them. I shine a torch into dark corners,. Dig down into the silt. Looking for letters that have fallen. From my mouth as I was speaking. And there, half buried in the sludge. Carefully I dig out each one. Only to discover that they. Spell out one word. . . Oh thats a very nice way to look for them, Ill certainly try this because Ive been falling more and more in long dark spaces of silence I can hardly deal with. 15 January 2012 at 04:35.