Daily Archives: November 18, 2015

Legacy

Originally posted on Kittykat-bitsandbobs:
They came just after dawn. We watched them approach across the field, in their mid covered trucks. We saw the flames of our neighbours’ houses and outhouses. We heard their cries. We heard the shots. Papa…

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A Quiet Night

Originally posted on Entirety in Bits and Pieces:
I saw you release The stars To the skies And gather moss as your pillow A blanket of velvet nite Shook out To cover your weary soul As you encapsulated the moon…

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Like I’m gonna to lose you

This

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–Happy Veteran day– poetry

Where have all the flowers gone . . .

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Prints

Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
An aching need For your hand Gently And then sharply Across bare skin Prints to mark me My pinked flesh Elucidating your desire Your ownership Of me Photograph taken from Pinterest

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Expectation

Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
Expectation. The word is loaded with images With preconceived notions. Expectation is a difficult thing to balance. Your expectations Of yourself Of others. Their expectations of you. Managing them often seems to be a full-time…

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Lost

I often see references to a Muse as the inspiration and or motivation to write, that this muse provides the creativity and focus to put pen to paper. I guess that I am lost and my Muse can’t find me … Continue reading

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Away

It has only been 11 days since I looked at my followers and I am both amazed and dismayed at what I have read. I am amazed at the depth of each piece, how it reveals something of the writer, … Continue reading

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An Ode To Drunken Clarity

Originally posted on Tales of the Night Errant:
On a night of bitter coldness Where I’ve waked a lonely mile I’ve had more bottles than I can remember Yet every one has been my salve For I’ve thought of her on every…

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An Ode To Drunken Clarity

Originally posted on Tales of the Night Errant:
On a night of bitter coldness Where I’ve waked a lonely mile I’ve had more bottles than I can remember Yet every one has been my salve For I’ve thought of her on every…

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