I walked in a dream. Grandfather held my hand. Walk with me young cub The years lay in his calloused hand Wisdom and hard work Nature’s lessons taught through timeListen to the words I speak Listen…

I walked in a dream. Grandfather held my hand. Walk with me young cub The years lay in his calloused hand Wisdom and hard work Nature’s lessons taught through timeListen to the words I speak Listen…

Whitby Docks (1836-1893) by John Atkinson Grimshaw public domain Is it morning?The start of a brand new day?Or evening as the day slips away?Fishermen, a man and his boyAs the tide is lowBoats anchored and moored;Hardships of a hard life endured.The light illuminates yet details aren’t clear.An impressionist influenceOr a realist reaction?

Br'er Rabbit and the Tar-Baby, drawing by E. W. Kemble from "The Tar-Baby", by Joel Chandler Harris, 1904 I enter the tent to begin my vision quest and can feel the disdain from those watching. Hey, this was not my idea! I want to yell at them but it is not my place. Besides, Osamu told me he would deny it if I told anyone it was his idea.

Image by Valentin Schönpos from Pixabay I didn’t want you to notice meBut to feel me on your skinYour soul should have known meBefore we even metYou were my love of a lifetimeLifetimes agoThe north…

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Photo by Jonathan Kho on Unsplash Let me slip inside youAnd rearrange your insidesYour heart moved into peaceLove and happinessYour stomachAlways fullLet me fill your pussySo there is no room for anotherYour back broken away from Backbreaking workYour womb moved To the warmth of a happy homeRearrange you so deep…

Illustration by Mila Okta Safitri on Unsplash Enlighten me with your words of wisdomDrop knowledge upon my headFill my ears with the song the universe singsListen well to me and heed the words I sayGo on a journey without taking a stepListen to the words the winds sayI have gone on a journey and listened to the wind…

Image by congerdesign from Pixabay Humbly I beseech theeNo humming in the libraryHmm? I can’t hear you.Nor do I want to.Thumbing your nose Will get you thumped out of this repository of proseHmmph I sayAgain I say nayI will hum all day This is for a dVerse prompt: Ho-hum, it’s time to poem! Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), literally including some form of the word hum. I hope you enjoy! 😊

Image by Valentin Schönpos from Pixabay I didn’t want you to notice meBut to feel me on your skinYour soul should have known meBefore we even metYou were my love of a lifetimeLifetimes agoThe north star in an empty skyA roadmap for when I had no directionMy soul cried out to yours…

Image by Mario Aranda from Pixabay Home.A place where you live.But more than that, where you have a heart.Mine was not my first residenceBut where my heart was: Grandma’s House.We lived there more than once,My mom and I,And departed more times than that.I remember moving, one of my first,From city to county.

Photo by Joshua Hoehne on Unsplash Walking through the door to a meadow,The rain a light mistJust enough to shroud the horizon in a blanket of grey.Tears stay hidden within my eyes.Not shed for her,Not shed for her leaving,Not breaking my heart as I stumble from my home.I walk among the droplets of water…

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay Edited and added to by Me It started, oddly enough, about 8 miles outside of Bobcaygeon on highway 36 towards Big Island. It was a weird place to start an invasion. Most people think it's because it's out of the way and they were looking for a place to happen. I have other thoughts. Though nobody cares what I think, at least they didn’t back then.

Image by Marion Cremer from Pixabay Once in a lifetime,Love will find you And grab you by your chestShake you and demand your heartLike a street robber in a dark alley.I was youngSo was sheWe were …

Image by Patricia Román from Pixabay Kisses that radiateTouch my lips and take my breath awayLick my lips, slide in your tongueMoan for me babyMmm, let me get someKisses upon my lipsOn my neck, my tits, my hipsKiss your way downOooo and back up againKiss me baby, let’s beginKiss me with kisses that touch inside…

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Photo by Lisa Marie Theck on Unsplash This feeling of joy trapped inside like a xenolith within my dread. I listen with half an ear to the ramblings of strangers I sometimes call friends. Yet within, this joy, small, near insignificant, grows. Your smile, my joy,Ignites a small flameLove? This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words in response to the prompt. Your poem must contain the word xenolith. I hope you enjoy! 😊

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay; Heart added by me Does she love me?Let me count the ways One banana, two bananas, THREE Bananas Hahaha!A Bert and Ernie kinda love, But if they were g a y R a i …

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Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay; Heart added by me Does she love me?Let me count the ways One banana, two bananas, THREE Bananas Hahaha!A Bert and Ernie kinda love, But if they were g a y R a i n d r o p sKeep falling from my headBut that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning…

Photo by: Image by Jenő Szabó from Pixabay, edited by me Within this stone lay my imaginationUpon this blank page I will spill my bloodChisel and hammer I holdThe pen no longer my fingers splayedI look within to find the heart; my own and the stone’sThis block of writers’ my hesitationI type in furious frenzy…

Love on a thin stringEncircles the heart like springFor all four seasons “Do you have a loonie?” “Sure, let me check my purse,” said Thelma. “Here you go. Why do you need a loonie?” “For the gumball machine there. They’ve got little toys inside,” said Scott. Thelma rolled her eyes. “You are such a child.” “But that’s why you love me,” he grinned at her and ran to the capsule machine.

Image by Waleed Khalid from Pixabay Older and wiserSlower in touchNot to tease just not to rushTo enjoy the softness of your skinThe hills and valleysThe more time to spendKissing down your neckAnd…

Don’t protest my loveLet me love you true and realLet not the word no, trip from your lipsTo fall on my pleasRemonstrations and arguments against meLike arrows and darts thrown against my heartPier…

Image by Waleed Khalid from Pixabay Older and wiserSlower in touchNot to tease just not to rushTo enjoy the softness of your skinThe hills and valleysThe more time to spendKissing down your neckAnd over mountains to valley deepSwirl around the peakUp and down againTo slip my fingers in the delta…

Egon Schiele, House with a Bay Window in the Garden (1907) The garden houseAt the end of the yardOn the property Owned by the Schiele’sI spent my youth Playing around the gardenHide and seekIn the mansion of our vilaNow I sit Outside the gateUpon the roadWith a bottle of tequilaWatching flowers grow…

Photo by zana pq on Unsplash Don’t protest my loveLet me love you true and realLet not the word no, trip from your lipsTo fall on my pleasRemonstrations against meLike darts thrown against my heartPierce and prick, bleed my feelingsDon’t protest, say yes This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word protest.

Don’t protest my loveLet me love you true and realLet not the word no, trip from your lipsTo fall on my pleasRemonstrations and arguments against meLike arrows and darts thrown against my heartPierce and prick bleeding out my feelings upon the floorDon’t protest but say yesAnd in my arms you’ll find your desires…

Let me kiss youLet my lips touch yours in the most intimate of waysLike worship on SundaysTo a deity to whom we both prayConfirm me, tell me who I am,Am yet to be, was in all my past livesLet my li…

Let me kiss youLet my lips touch yours in the most intimate of waysLike worship on SundaysTo a deity to whom we both prayConfirm me, tell me who I am,Am yet to be, was in all my past livesLet my lips pray to theeIn you I trust My being is in your hands…

Image by Marion Cremer from Pixabay Once in a lifetime,Love will find you And grab you by your chestShake you and demand your heartLike a street robber in a dark alley.I was youngSo was sheWe were mugged on the streetWhile sitting in our respective homesMiles awayConnected by telephoneImages shared over the Internet;

Photo by Andrew Valdivia on Unsplash & Image by Janette from Pixabay. Edited by Me Once in a lifetimeBut twice in deathYou’ll come apart like a torn piece of paperPulled from a bound notebookCrumpled and bound to be thrown awayDon’t resistBut fight like hellThis is your renewal, a rebirth,Like Jesus on day three…

Images by shootelkora and Izabella Jasper from Pixabay Police headquarters, or as Maxx liked to refer to it hindquarters. His client, or rather the son of his client, sat in the chair opposite the police officer answering questions. Too many questions for Maxx’s liking. Too many answers too. There were three men stuffed into the room with him, his client, Mernon - business owner, Vim - Mernon’s lawyer, Samuel - Mernon’s son and Vim’s other client.

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I walk in the dark,Through the symphony of crickets,Searching for memories of you.I knew you before our lips touched;Confirmation of a soul’s desire.Destiny’s lies come true.I can’t see you now,In …

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I walk in the dark,Through the symphony of crickets,Searching for memories of you.I knew you before our lips touched;Confirmation of a soul’s desire.Destiny’s lies come true.I can’t see you now,In my mind’s third eye,Nor my skull’s two.Tears fall down Like snow in summer;Rare and cold.The crickets play onTheir song for neither me nor you…

Bright sunny dayWarmed by sunrays on my faceDark clouds on the horizonNot my problemLay face to the sunNothing needs to be doneJust me and my thoughts aloneThunder in the distanceNot my problemA puffy little cloudWaves hello from aboveBlocks the sun to give shadeI say helloBright sky of blue…

Image by Artur Pawlak from Pixabay Just a little leapTwo feet Up in the airMove suddenly, a little scarePlace your Piece as in checkersKing me if you dareI’ve left the ground from where I wasLast spot left behindI land yet I’m somewhere new This is for a…