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Tag: Poetry

Poetry – Peace, Love and Patchouli

We paint our stories as images and words linger, still frames on the edge of memory decorating our soul with sweet beauty. We find in foreign places unexpected pleasures seen of a day now given eternal life beneath a noon day sun, colored walls…

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By The Seaside — Ricardo Sexton

Today is the day for the smile to cry A mirror calls the winner with its eye The win receives the downfall breeze Lock the brave between ‘rock vs. wave’ Cross the sea to anchor in the desert The core foresees an encore in…

Poetry – A Brief History of Edges — O at the Edges

A Brief History of Edges This road leads nowhere. I live at its end where breezes wilt and the sun still burns my darkened skin. I’ve sailed to Oman, but have never seen the Dakotas. My friend searches for the concealed parable in this…

Poetry – Skipping Manuals — Ricardo Sexton

A young lady found herself lost in the woods So beautiful, beautiful and naked by the creek There she sensed a hunter of coulds + woulds A young man who didn’t come for hide&seek. Wild beasts. No guess, just a yes Both nervous and…

Bubbles of Love — The Lonely Author

I would like to dedicate this to my muse, if I had one, but I don’t. So, I won’t. (Wink Wink) bubbles of love Soaking in an effervescent tubof your warm poetrytiny inspirationsburst all around meSparkling suds of passioncleanse my soulof the unsightly stainsof…

Color of Clouds – Penny Wilson #writephoto — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

People think that your eyes are blue I know better the real you the one you show only to me I know your eyes are the color of clouds against a blue, blue sky Continue reading at Penny Wilson Writes via Color of Clouds ~…

Poetry – Underneath London Bridge – VinX

How can my heart Forgive a mark Permanently Engraved for gaze Each time I see Her photographs Hanging behind Walls of my heart I do recall The notes she left: ‘I appreciate Your sweet kindness But these my legs Just have to walk Probably…

Poetry of Wind — O at the Edges

Wind That it shudders through and presages an untimely end, that it transforms the night’s body and leaves us breathless and wanting, petals strewn about, messenger and message in one, corporeal hosts entwined, that it moves, that it blends, that it withdraws and returns…

POETRY, POETRY, POETRY — Ricardo Sexton

Poetry enthralled many to no wander A river at sea can no longer meander Feelings are cut by thoughts in action Shoot and Cascade. A surging passion Poetry has inspired to every outtake The reason for a sunrise is to awake To brighten and…

Poetry – Sleepless She — Ricardo Sexton

Come to see… ‘how things are today’ This dark sky used to be a sunny day The hand-lines go from north to south Waste that water to deny this drought Sleepless tonight, caught in headlights Diet the stress; while lost to the frights Can…

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