Tag Archive: poetry

An insomniacs poem

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The turmoil of a mind refuses to stop talking at me.   Drift away…drift away…feel your toes relaxing, your legs, your hips, your arms… Darkness….peace…almost there. My mind bounces off a celestial trampoline that… Continue reading

Words to caress #poetry

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  Poetry has to fill me with the song of a forgotten love, a warm scent of ocean, his long goodbye.   Poetry has to touch me, opening a gateway into moments when… Continue reading

Today

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Today What is today? I wish to live. What is life? Have I conquered? What am I fighting? Have I prevailed? No body, no life. Why do we strive to achieve? For after… Continue reading

Mental Snowstorms

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Perhaps one day I’ll fade away when there are no more games to play, when cats and dogs have disappeared and naught remains to light my way.   Perhaps one night I’ll fail… Continue reading

Fractionals

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  Do stars mirror infinity? Fractions or fractals creating a never-ending image? You are here…or are you?     Do I exist for a second of time in one universe, an eon in another… Continue reading

Lately, in my dreams

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I live the nightmares dense with reality. On the computer,              but my fingers cannot touch the keys. Trying to read the screen          … Continue reading

Poet’s block?

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The occasional poet wanders a barren hallway searching rooms…finding  walls white, without…without mirrors, beds, elegance. . Eyes open, curling cats sleep away their meals as I starve within desolate white walls, searching for… Continue reading

Stream of thought : Cliché’s

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Cliché’s Truths in life no one wants to hear. If you repeat a lie long enough it cannot be distinguished from truth. Then, one day, you look at the Emperor and see past… Continue reading

The occasional poet’s obligatory poetry rant

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The occasional poet has taken a hiatus for a few months. Between NaNoWriMo and my day job I concentrated on 50,000 words in the month of November. For the past 4 months, my… Continue reading

…and the cat wins again

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I pick it up, he knocks it down, my desk is clean, I turn around, there’s cat hair wedged within the keys and claw marks decorate my knees. He chews upon my tortured… Continue reading