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i haven’t counted all the bruises on my body yet | jaywalking the moon
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Poetry by claudia schoenfeld. Biking home from the brass festival under a three quarter moon/ and if i have the choice, i prefer sparkling water over wine. I always dreamed of being a vessel for a pile of lime seeds →. I haven’t counted all the bruises on my body yet. July 4, 2015. Little rest by the river on my bikeride back from work… crazy hot here. about 40 C/104 F. Inside the jet stream channel, the world blurs. Into a rainbow —. A heavy pregnant ball, sunDrops,. 8212;—–. I let it carry me. I pull h...
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maybe the superpower’s in the hair &no one knows //about the secrets of — | jaywalking the moon
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Poetry by claudia schoenfeld. I’m still wondering where the 9th floor elevator button leads to actually →. Maybe the superpower’s in the hair &no one knows / about the secrets of —. July 23, 2015. I grow my armpit hair now, planA. Dye ‘em pink —. PlanB still in the making, see/. That they ship them detached. In a cardboard box across a thousand bridges, canyons, hills,. I’ve made their bed. In our living room. A hammer next to them, two towels 2quench the blow. Til someone finds–. A piece of canvas.
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Images for Thirst Unquenched | Soul's Music
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Poetry and Other Music. Donald D. Kummings. Images for Thirst Unquenched. Images for Title Poem. Lyrics To “Winter”. Badge of Havoc and NaPo 2013. Images for Thirst Unquenched. Images for Thirst Unquenched. May 22, 2011 at 1:48 am. Number 3 gave me the eebeegeebies, #8 and I rushed for a glass of water, after #5 being too hot to handle! They are certainly evocative, to say the least. October 14, 2014 at 6:08 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). A Mandala Wi...
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her flippant dance | HA's Place
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Musings of a self-proclaimed weirdo. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Let’s draw blood. A semblance of sanity. A good night kiss. Lash me by your wind. I am smelling secrets. Different Stuff… Different Categories. Different Stuff… Different Categories. 30 Days. 30 Poems. (2015). Me and my thoughts! Where I felt the Love. We cannot load blog data at this time. Wow: Pop Songs Rewritten as Sonnets (14 Pics): stumbleupon.com/su/22c025/:XjD. Inspire...
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Only in Summer – dVerse | Gabriella's Writing Corner
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Gabriella's Writing Corner. Skip to primary content. As I Sat on the Bus. Only in Summer – dVerse. August 4, 2015. This is submitted to. Where we are writing about DOG DAYS OF SUMMER. And it is that time once more. Time for homegrown tomatoes. Drizzled with virgin olive oil. Mozzarella and fresh basil. Time for sliced cucumbers. With parsley and mint. Grilled burgers and rosé. Time for citrus fruit salad. Relief from parching heat. Rides for ice cream or gelato. All to enjoy while you may. Ah that is som...
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Where You Live – dVerse | Gabriella's Writing Corner
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Gabriella's Writing Corner. Skip to primary content. As I Sat on the Bus. Where You Live – dVerse. June 8, 2015. This is submitted to. Where the prompt is BLACK and WHITE. Is this really where. You choose to dwell. The black and white. Of life, thus leaving. No space for grays. Do you even realize. To anyone who has. Who can see light. As well as shadows? Do you never sense. That you are creating. This entry was posted in dVerse. 28 thoughts on “ Where You Live – dVerse. June 8, 2015 at 8:02 pm. Ah we de...
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Cover Me - Tameka MullinsTameka Mullins
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Author. Blogger. Storyteller. Today’s dVerse prompt. Was to create a poem that has layers, which means it’s not as it seems. It could mean one thing or another, or many things. Here is the result of my efforts. What do you think these lines mean? Who am I talking about? Share your thoughts in the comments! The warmth of you covers my shell. Energizing me when I feel old. I see you sometimes. In dreams of gold. But you disappear quickly. Into the earth you go. Your pleasure is torture. If only i knew.
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Château-Thierry American Monument | Hannah's Nook
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Books I’ve read. Cauliflower and Chickpea Soup. Salmon and Kiwi Verrine →. August 15, 2013. The summer holiday is a perfect time to explore one’s area and discover new places. As this region is famous for the numerous and significant battles that were fought during World war One, a number of memorials have been erected as a tribute to the soldiers who crossed seas and oceans to fight for our freedom. On its east facade, you can see the Great Eagle above a map showing American military operations in this ...
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It's Rhyme Time: Take A Knee And Let It Flee!
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Who's Who At Bush #5. Wednesday, August 5, 2015. Take A Knee And Let It Flee! Damn, still at your bay? Aren't you rid of that? So trying on the cat. Let's try once more. This can be a chore. Maybe you need a litter box. Bury that insecurity that mocks. There it could rot. Could be a tough sell. So instead take a knee,. Listen to little old me. A stretching will be found. Now hop to your feet. Hop for a repeat. Hop, hop, hop. Okay, now stop. To your knees you drop. A cat stretch for you. Ritual was made r...
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&i’m still wondering where the 9th floor elevator button leads to actually | jaywalking the moon
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Poetry by claudia schoenfeld. Maybe the superpower’s in the hair &no one knows / about the secrets of —. I swear, they camouflage their faces– some have crooked teeth– →. I’m still wondering where the 9th floor elevator button leads to actually. July 24, 2015. This poem’s full of fish. The striped flat orange ones that live in the amazon usually. A whole garage full. I– pink toenails. Against cool grey asphalt. It will rain soon. The clouds are heavy trucks. A well built highway. The view is marvelous.