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Monday, December 18, 2017

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against the doorway I am pushed; that edge I love the masculine boss

violence not shown no hate unleashed or anger piercing stare I swear

the heat extracted burns hot, as a blacksmiths iron soft, intense blue eyes

my breathing quickens I anticipate your move it is milk chocolate

smooth as silk against my tongue, swallows and wants more do not hesitate

your first move, your voice perhaps soft sweet whisperings body beckoning

how shall you begin hot breath on quivering skin nibbling with your teeth

gentle, with power my resistance is futile I... Read More

fingers splintering on bare wood the night, eyes closed ~ except through my third eye, the centre of my brows

early hours are silent, bar the tinkering ivories that draws me from unconscious sleep dreams will not be ReMembered when I wake yet still I wonder

violins draw close, like moths fluttering, movement; bow on strings music helps my flight, as I drift or am I deep in slumber now

wings circle overhead escaping from the birds hush morning do not come to soon I am in the woods, a far off place morning will enter, UNknowingly disturb

spin… SPin hallucinating?... Read More

City lights surround

The stage set with a

Cast of three dancers

Ballerina down downtown

Transfixed I watch as your hand

Gracefully plays across imagined

Waves etched within the

Air around you

Ballerina down downtown

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You lift your arms effortlessly

Reaching up as heavy drops of rain

Pound their rhythmic

Splashes of song

Ballerina down downtown

Two male dancers lift and

Pass you to-and-fro

Your slim body

Embraces the quickening beat

Ballerina down downtown

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Endless tears

Rivers of regret

Merged with awareness

Which embeds in our soul

Dry your eyes

Stand tall

Move on

LEARN...

Amble on

Accepting

What can't be

Changed...

Let it go

Let the healing of

Grace cover

Your soul...

Deliver us

With redemption

To begin

ANEW...amen.

Copyright © 2012 Barbara MacDonald

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Look at the tulip petals as they slowly unfold

Look at the wedding ring sparkling gold

Look at the clouds as they drift through the sky

Look at expressions of those who walk by

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Look at the leaves curling on trees

Look at the hive that is made by the bees

Look at the spider web woven and glossy

Look at the mother, finger pointing and bossy

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Look at the stars on warm summer nights

Look at the dog with the ball that he bites

Look at the crests of the waves on the beach

Look at the... Read More

Listen to the morning birds with their wake up song

Listen to the footsteps in the house where you belong

Listen to the new borns as they utter their first sounds

Listen to the children's laughter ringing through playgrounds

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Listen to the anger in the voices in a fight

Listen to thunder as it cracks on stormy nights

Listen to the people having conversations nearby

Listen to the whirring fans on ceilings way up high

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Listen to the sounds of hooves galloping on the ground

Listen to the lost shelter... Read More

Pen in hand

Unlocking my core

The poet in me

Peeling away my mask

Gifting the reader

A glimpse in passing

Opening myself in

Vulnerability to behold

Emotions laid bare

My soul dancing

With no barriers

To constrain my heart

Words which are

Otherwise empty

Are birthed into benediction

Sacred celebrations manifested

Clothed in poetry's wonder

Love my inspiration

As all artists alike

A celebration of life

Painting the mundane

In... Read More

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

Musings Of A Poet

I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...

Musings Of A Poet

ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?


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