Tag: move
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Get Them Feet Moving
Sore feet are exquisite! They are the bedrock of hard work and dedication. So let the pinky toes swell. As soles that were once dry turn moist and clammy to keep from overheating. Get some powder for perspiration and keep on pushing. Enjoy the discomfort that comes from shoes well traveled. Your hopes will touch…
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Honest Heart
A drunken heart tells no lies. It speaks in thumps. It sighs and rests in-between beats. Keeping up with heavy moments. Staying instep with quickening feet. Pumping warm blood through cold veins. Moving against our lovers breast. We need to hear it, feel it. Pulsating through a willing chest to appreciate being alive. What’s the…
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Unexpected
I can’t see you sometimes. So I feel around for the shape of your face. I sniff the breeze for the scent of your cologne. I lay soft intent to raw feelings in hopes of finding you somewhere among the clouds. My heart moves before my thoughts and I’m thinking out loud. But I am…
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Growing With Change
A turquoise view through painted glass Exists for me and you Look out the window Icy wind blows, The hooting and howling Can be heard down the block Where the sidewalk is slick And men move like serpents Whispering into open ears Begging to be closer Utilizing deception to be near Mahogany branches sway on…
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Passenger Side
Fear has no place here. It’s the opposite of peaceful. It rides passenger side with the spirit of anxious. Moving without notice because it lacks patience. But many cater to its needs anyway. They dread the night and allow the day to slip away. Afraid of the impending tolls they’ll have to pay… But fear…
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Dad’s Compass
Dad’s Compass You taught me how to get back up! How to dust off the dirt And keep on walking How to taste better tears But keep on talking You taught me how to survive How to address the hurt inside And stay alive How to move in a room of sharks And thrive You…
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poetry for restoration
Poetry For Restoration Poetry is beautiful In between the lines Are breaths that restore energy The words describe a mood That we can’t explain Repeating the verses like prayers That we rehearse in hopes of memorizing The curves of the letters take us on rides That end with and without periods Exclamation points, question marks…
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Our Soul
Our Soul Love is precious, a fragile thing Time moves it to and fro Where love begins and ends Nobody knows But we feel it in our body We know when its in our soul Love is easily destroyed Yet unshakable It is the rib protecting the heart It beats even while the world is…
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Uncharted
Uncharted We have no title These waters are uncharted We exist to love We love to exist We dream of the moment We live for this You stare into my heart I peer into your soul You are the wild part of me The factor I can’t control You roll my hurt language into words…
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