Tag: rose
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Bike Ride
The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs The lone duck in…
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A Loner Without True Love
One day, the money will turn to ash. Sand will form into glass only to break again. Wet tears will momentarily make dry skin moist. The facades will fade to nothingness. The sex appeal and enthusiasm of youth unexplored will dissipate. Smooth lips will chap. Tight skin may wither like autumn leaves preparing to change…
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Poets Are Not A Monolith: YOU
Earlier this month, I stood in-front of my table selling poetry books, mugs, handmade fabrics and jewelry. A tall fellow comes by and begins to thumb the pages in one of the books. With a slight grin he says, I thought poetry is supposed to be sweet. I replied, No, I like to write realistic…
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Sound Type
Sound is more than noise, it’s a place, a feeling, a reason to be…Â Sound Type What does your sound feel like? Is it bass pounding Strong enough to shake walls Is your crescendo fast Or does it stall and build up climatic walls ? Is it delicate like wind chimes Blowing in…
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