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Seduction in the Orange Groves
In rows of citrus trees the workers tend   My fam’ly’s enterprise a century. Among Valencia where I would fend, And since I came of age they all could see— The girl-turned-woman child is like an orange, With flesh as smooth & scented of its bloom. Don’t ever taste the skin of burnished orb; Must leave the tree, deny of its perfume. They also knew the foreman had his sight To pluck the succulent from off the tree. He could not reckon such a dare would bite, How willingly to tempt the Fates was he. Yet to his nerve & swagger I was drawn In spite the station of my pedigree. And so it was one day at break of d
Cumulus and Stratus
You think that water is the color blue,   That ocean currents imitate the wind. And where it ends beyond the height of clouds,   That’s where the sky of me will turn to black   Where neither air nor astronauts may live. Yes I’m the sky and all the rest is air.   If not for me there’d be no atrium, To hold within the weather and the rain   From where the cumulus and stratus play. The teeming life that feeds on coral beds,   The orca pods who prey on lesser whales,   As porpoise with their echos guide their young. The snow on summits where no birds can reach.   The forest at its base, bears hibernate. The sockeye who ret
(a nursery tale) Near a sleek interstate of the new Now         Of Today’s city glass towers’ gleam,         From the day’s perfect rise of Know How,         And Tomorrow of manicured dreams: Stood the sprawl of an old shanty town         Where lush trees & green grass never grew;         Shown no mercy; a dry trodden frown         Like the tough shanty dwellers it drew. But for all of a dirty-faced soul         Passing time in the cardboard & shake,         Moved an odd, mystic child of the shoal         Picking mussels & shells for the take. And the name, Periwinkle, or Jill,         Who's dark days of childhood were a
There’s sometimes —   When the coffee flows     When the showers fall,   And I don’t feel a thing. ‘Cause that’s when —   You would reach for me   When I hear you call,   And I’m remembering. It’s that time —   Then I feel the eyes   Of a summer’s night,   Peering through autumn’s spring. Taking me —   Through the years ago   In a lover’s flight,   Longing to hear you sing. You know that     Love’s a case of hit and miss —   When the moon is high     When the sun is low,   And sometimes, baby     I need more words than this. Searching f
ECSTATIC (feat. Ecstasy*)
There comes a time   When lovers are just friends without a means. It’s not too long   Before you find romance is just a scene. Reality   Becomes a fact that steals all your dreams. And then they die   When you believe there’s nothing in between... You make me ecstatic —   Even when I’m feelin’ sad   Just because I know the truth. You got me ecstatic —   Desperation setting in,   Has no bite without a tooth. You spell out ecstatic —   In the dictionary there’s   A picture just like you. I feel you, ecstatic —   Taking over me and there’s   Just nothing I can do... There co
A Favorite Song
( a Sonnet ) 🎼A boy dropped in a dime and chose B2, The bubbles in the juke lit up the place. He grabbed his date & show’d me what to do, I swayed with love’s abandon on my face. 🎼To hear our favorite song for the first time,; ’Twas never meant to be the one we heard. To dance w’ perfect guy in perfect rhyme, I listen’d to, lip-syncing ev’ry word. 🎼The way he studied me in like was such; He loved the way the music fill’d my dress. We moved around without a single touch; A curious reaction nonetheless. 🎼We often change the words of how it’s sung;   This song wi
30/30 Loosen’d bondage, silken laces, Sin in hallow’d satin places, Tender kisses tasting traces From her lover’s oral graces. Drifting dunes like sandy beaches, What he wants of her he reaches. In the scent & shade of peaches Is the sermon that she preaches. Leaning forward gently touching Trails of salty tears of weeping. Render’d lover I am dreaming; Moon has secret, am I sleeping? As his breath meets w’ her sighing, Pressing closest, deepest finding; Yes, my love, you have me flying As the moon, with us, is rising.
Gossip 'Cross the Table
29/30 (With a smattering of Alphabetical Alliterations) THE BARNSTABLE STOCK & TRADE       (Founded circa: 1822) $1.25 US, $1.62 CAN/a copy.       Circulation: 8,703. Add 12 more if you count the cardboard settlement on the river bottom under the 4th Street bridge. Today’s forecast was set for hot.  This evening will be less hot.   There’ll be a quarter moon on the wane.  Tomorrow’s first light will be at 5:32AM.     Bringing you the latest in our daily evening special edition.              = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Some of you might still be wondering why we went exclusively evening last month.  Here
Black Market Friday
28/30 It’s ev’ry month I come collect my pay For po’ems I submit each thirty days, With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay I bank inside a jar and hide away. And when it’s time I add a little more, Then jog into the DA general store To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for. I say there is no time for me to waste, Apologizing for my shopper’s haste. I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced To rid my teeth of food I still can taste. But tell me of your specials for the day I can avail, and then I must away. “I’ve china glass that chi
Death By Cheerios
27/30 The honey-nut variety   From half a dozen of its ilk. Just bone dry without any milk,   No almond, soy or coconut. I honestly can’t say the words.   I’m eating it like raisin turds. There goes one flying by my face,   I tried to toss it, missed a space. I’ll never find it on the rug,   These bastards do me like a drug! And 6 months later, petrified,   I’ll find it laying where it died. It tried committing suicide,   With other brothers mummified. It’s really gross, I’ll relocate   Just ‘cause of something that I ate. I’ll catch my death because I froze   In my car eating Cheerios!
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Haiku New Year
1   where e'er you may live   be the spirit of the wind for both young & old 2   take care of each one   who has touched your heart & soul   and has lifted you 3   free one from anguish   the year was grim for many   that one will free you 4   my simple wishes   like smooth pebbles on the shore   come and be the wave 5   take these pebbles for   creatures that run, fly and swim   they carry you too 6   for the plants and trees   and know that earth will thank you   with the air we breathe 7   both the rain that falls   and the snow on mountain peaks   be the clouds that guide 8   while the shadows pass   be the seagull's lonely cry  
Yellow Silk (Soie Jaune)
I wore a yellow dress my first night in the social whirl of the City of Light. J'ai porté une robe jaune pour ma première nuit dans le tourbillon social de la Ville Lumière. To shine where love's one night stand would see me because I was too naive to notice. Briller une nuit là où l’amour me verrait car j'étais trop naïve pour le remarquer. I walked in satin pumps with heels so high my ankles shivered even though the evening was warm, and I had no wrap. J'ai marché dans des souliers de satin avec de si hauts talons mes chevilles ont frissonné même si la soirée était chaud
Morning Star
Her great-great grandmother was the first,   An original of the Nation, of   Her people, of her village in her youth. The men were ever awed of this girl child,   Whose mother was proud, and whacked the backsides   Often and hard with a willow switch,   Of man and boy, no matter what their name Be it Dog, or Bear, or something more rare   Like Hunts Plenty, or Runs Down Enemy.   Nothing came close to the Chief's daughter's name   That came to everyone's voice with the dawn. And as a young woman, her stride across   The camp in leggings fringed while going through     The pony herd to bathe, and well aware     Of those who would hide in wai
Pompeii Winter
Sounds of my frantic sandal'd footsteps on the flat-stone and gravel road with each lunge of my linen-clad body, in agony from efforts and gasps. This citizen's grown fat from the wine; a bottle a day, respectably, and out of shape for this sort of clime. My slave's in Herculaneum by now. The fumes are sucked deep into my lungs, (an artisan's bellows of his craft, who's hands shaped clay for the kiln's fire) as sky blackens day in its nightmare. While those of us who still can, jostle like jockeys, racing closer towards the horseshoe bay's shoreline where boats await. While overhead, the solemn silent silt of ash floating down, white as s
The cousins of our home, the trees   Have man to thank upon their knees   For over time destroying all   That trees were guarding from the fall. Of how they kept the history   From turning into mystery   Within the rings their bodies stored,   The loss of which we can't afford. Despite the treasure trove of trees,   The high rise place for birds & bees,   The gentle giants' ev'ry breath   Gives humans life instead of death. But human kind since biblical   Have long cut the umbilical.   For idol gods & sacrifice   Man laid them waste for war & vice. Though often living side by side   While giving food & rest abide,   So few would heed th
Well weren't we precious
Lawd, that boy had a set on him, Eatin' corn through a picket fence If he had half a mind to try. Followin' the breeze of my skirt, He watched me sidle up the steps, And come close to seein' Christmas. He'd mutter underneath his breath, "I'd run with the big dawgs for you." And ev'er time I'd let him near, That's just exactly what he'd do When it'd come time to kissin' me. Each time, be dissin' family. And that's the way it was with us. It wasn't clear just who knew what, But ev'er cousin and their blood Was bound to cross the line just once. Well-meaning, interfering folk Was always pullin' us aside, "No right to carry on that way And ge
Rain always puts me to sleep
In the middle of night before,       I awoke to the sound of rain       In what seemed like a sated roar       Of their deep voices, of their stain. 'Twas a dream in my half-aware,       I questioned its validity.       Then dozed off like it wasn't there,       This weather-beaten mystery. Then yesterday passed like my thoughts,       Adrift, clouds hid daylight away.       I watched what the weather had wrought,       Then fell back to sleep where I lay. The afternoon walked in on me       And claimed "It's been raining, y'know."       I vaguely looked over to see,       And murmured "I want you to go." The day turned away as it sighed,
Dark Messenger
Night's engorged corpse's maw spews forth     Sudden rider's dread appearance     As its steed's terror arch and pitch     Overwhelms with stench of sulfur, In voices deep & black as death,     As if from ev'ry host and storm,     Resound in ancient glory raised,     'Tis I, the rider, back from Time: "Beware, it will be ever known     That I am Devil, Satan's own,     Of Lucifer's originals. Of those who fell to follow him     And pass it on to souls like you,     That his is Truth, the Way, the Life     Fore'er in death and well beyond. That I, his Messenger elect,     Am but the only one who comes,     Not what was told would be the Ch
Autumn House
They rattle through the aged house,   The echoed calls through arteries.   The labyrinth leading from its bowels,   The iron heating in the core   Where beat its heart now long gone cold. But as the autumn and the rain   Is rolling through and sinking in   To claim the rafters and the walls,   Was how the rattle came to be,   The autumn whistling down the halls. But what of all the guests who stayed   When holidays would welcome them,   To sample of its luxuries?   The strolls through gardens manicured,   The games played on the emerald lawn. Then came the evenings' dining fare   Of duck and quall and Guinea fowl,   The roast
A Parting Curse
The village folk had duly made A worthy build of lumber stacked At center place of public square Where all who came would see her there. A woman not of tender years But comely handsome in her prime. Her flowing hair, the crucifix, Would soon be smold'ring candle wicks. And as the morning sun arose The prisoner, escorted thus Was jeered at by the jostled crowd That started chanting, each aloud: "Burn the witch! Burn the witch!" they said, "Stoke flames until she's proper dead!" The woman robed in black did bow Before her arms and torso tied To limbless tree trunk, tall & straight That held her to a burning fate. The village broke out in a


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presages de printemps
in the sparkle-sound of rain I hear your voice as the day-crows return bickering to tangled nests
My universe...
Neon Melt
Soba Chef
Bright colors of summer
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Best Of NaPoWriMo 2018
:wave: Hey guys! As promised, here is the overall "Best Of" edition for NaPo 2018. :la: Note, some of these may be repeats as some pieces I featured previously are ones I just want to show again. Also, some people may show up more than once. I want to try to include poems from everyone who submitted, so I hope I manage to get everyone in. I'm literally scrolling through every folder and reading to see what strikes me, or what I remember finding striking in the past month. At any rate, you know what to do. :heart: Best of NaPoWriMo 2018: :lmao: Sorry for such a LOOOONG feature. But I wanted to end it with a bang. :heart: Also, the deadline
Best of NaPo 2018 Week 4
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Best of NaPo 2018 Week 3
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Best of NaPo 2018 Week...2?
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Midspring Kigo
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Global Saijiki: Autumn
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Global Saijiki: Spring
Spring - Summer - Autumn - Winter - New Year - Rainy - Dry Early Spring - Midspring - Late Spring Seasonal - Celestial - Terrestrial - Humanity - Observances - Plants - Animals In spring, mist and haze hang over fields and hills, both morning and evening.  Days are long, compared to those of winter, and there is much wind in the day-time, wind that is motion itself and the cause of motion in others.  Winter is the season of silence, but when spring comes, not only waters in fields and valleys but skylarks in the blue heaven and birds in the groves fill the air with cheerful sounds.  The uguisu, or Japanese Bush-Warbler is a




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omg hello

Wherever you are, I so hope you have a happy birthday!

Hello dear & thank you... it was a quiet one this year. And wherever I am, I still keep writing. i‘m considering posting poetry here again. The place has changed so much in every way. Even down to the black walls... very parallel worlds. :)

That's 'Eclipse,' you can get rid of it in the 'Settings' pages if you look very thoroughly through them.  I'd be honored if you'd look through my more recent verses... and welcome, fondly, back.
:heart: Happy birthday, I love you and miss you! :sing:
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