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A day like any other
Monday Meme: Mold of a victim killed in the eruption of Vesuvius at Pompeii in 79 AD (When they excavated the ruins of Pompeii, they found cavities that were formed by ash and rocks covering the...
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Misguided Fear
Integrity holds my gaze. Her virtues shining, obscured no more by the will of others, whose pain adopted my heart. My eyes hold firm, her standards, my mirror image. My attention momentarily lost, I...
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No Coward Soul Is Mine. By Emily Brontë
Emily Brontë has been called one of the great English lyric poets and has found admirers among other poets. Emily Dickinson thought so highly of Emily Brontë’s poetry that she chose “No coward soul” to...
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Control Alt Delete
No longer an uninvited visitor… with the voyeurism of an inquisitor. Enlisting the engines of obscurity, satisfying nothing more, than bit-form curiosity. With control, I alt-delete my recent...
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Permutations
I’ve seen the blueprints, I’ve seen the plan The permutations of could, can’t and can The present’s arrived and taken my hand Showing me I am everything, but bland My courage unveiled, I know I am...
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What a fool I had been, but no fool am I now!
As a child I was told, how I ought to behave, that the doctrine of others, was what made me brave. Within those confines, I did not flourish, nor grow, my dreams became limited and desire could not...
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Leap of Faith
Your dreams filled my mind, replacing logic with a desire to escape from the drudgery of a dog-eared life. Unrealistic perhaps in its offering. A one-sided expectation, to leap into the arms, of not...
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Within Reach
What is my life, by which I seek accord? My dysfunction the result, of opinions squatting, uninvited. My unseen mate, anonymous in his visibility. A bond forged, an unbroken potential, of another who...
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Left-Wife Goose by Sharon Olds
Winner of the T.S. Eliot Prize 2012 and the 2013 Pulitzer Prize, Sharon Olds’ sequence of poems in Stag’s Leap, tells the story of a divorce, embracing strands of love, sex, sorrow, memory and new...
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it is time
The clock strikes the hour slapping her sharply across the face, admonishing her precision; her steadfast requirement to record each and every second. Never looking back, the metronome of her heart...
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His Decorated Soldier
I attached pins to his words; wore them like badges sewn onto my breast. Accomplishments, they were. Skills attributed to an adherence of another’s will. Another’s way of being. A projected accolade to...
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The dictatorship of man
The musty scent of testosterone hangs stale in every corner of civilization. Feminine intuition drenched. Oestrogen driven saviours down trodden, weakened, by the muscular sinews of masculinity. Their...
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Cosmic Love
I have loved and I have lost that love, but within that loss, I found myself and for that I am truly grateful. This song means so much to me. It expresses the pain and the depth of love I … Continue...
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A marked down emotion
Like a drunk, I sway in the wind, legs opposing the mind’s intention to keep parallel to the path. Only determination holds steady this march of commitment, amid a sea of uncertainty walking, a path...
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Knee to knee, shin to shin, bubble to bubble
Within each crease lies my past. An historic furrow, burrowing above my eye line. The platinum curls form a crown, not yet the weight of the band, that held our vows. Safely set aside, to marinate in...
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Misplaced Belonging
Your name now a stranger, in person and in ink. My heart held a safe distance, from the torturous brink, of a misplaced belonging that carried no weight, the emotive sad rivers, continue to abate yet...
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Narcissus
An Echo ignored Made sprung a yellow beauty On stems of desireFiled under: Poetry
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My First Date…
The words fell from his mouth, in an audible traction The large gaps in intent, an unfortunate distraction Opinions heavy with prose, exposed a man of inaction Nudging forward an opinion, I looked for...
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Fairy Tales
My youthful mind, it did adore the fairy tales of old. I believed in all the fables of the stories being told. A Princess woken by a kiss after many years a slumber. By a young Knight, on his …...
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No more the woman
She doesn’t live here. No more the woman bent over backwards, accommodating the unaccountable supporting the spineless, enhancing the unchangeable world of another. Her bags filled with the compromises...
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