Poetry, with real toads

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in the garden with real frogs
fireblossom friday: i put a spell on u

ease right in
its no surprise

died a hundred times
revived all over again

disinterested desiderata
the yearning survives

sweet sauce thirst
hidden in exigency

distraught unzipped
deceased dust delivery

acquiesce pancake breakfast
assembled inside of me

buttoned up obscurity
its a takeover

notes to self… having company is nice but when the company decides to stay then its a fight to survive… as noted by the garden there’s a time and place for everything

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Poetry, with real toads

she howls

Howl Your Poetry, by Magaly Guerrero.jpg
imaginary garden tuesday platform, howl your poetry into my bones
photo: Vampiros, illustrated by Meritxell Ribas Puigmal.

a wee bit of a squeeze
his love inspires me

we gather round the fire
burning singe grasp the flames

stirring coals whipping fire
attempt to cool the heat

emotional nightmare
we hold on feet afloat

zealous disturbance
excitable crackling thunder

gypsy woven whisper
his love covers me

note to self: i tried my best to howl, in the worse way possible… love on crack, you know that sorta place where you don’t ever wanna be but somehow beyond your control…love hanging out with frogs

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carpe diem, troiku

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floating candles.basho

carpe diem weekend meditation no 3
on the river troiku

haiku, basho
on the river
lights float to the horizon
the dead rejoice

troiku, ms pie
on the river
buoyant bound bright stars roaming
crowd the once quiet

lights float to the horizon
parallel paths heading home
soaring side by side

the dead rejoices
weightless wonders gather speed
soundless transmission

notes to self: my first troiku .. anticipation… after reading ‘the wandering spirit’, … thank you Chèvrefeuille… though first i saw the photo… the troiku unfolded in such a way… i look forward to creating more… those poems that won’t leave of their own accord… i still wanna change this .. somehow it is unfinished …

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Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

the effort

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1 dining in silence
hears the chatter echo
and the clatter roar

that soft rattle sound
near to the bottom
close to the endless

observing the chase
not unnoticed hope
comes to a crossroads

brace for a beginning
a chain unlocked
1 ding of distraction

faux fighting funk
feeling unhinged,
another rebel in ruin
1 pen misplaced

note to self: the cellphone is a story line not so much the people..
sunday whirl wordle 318

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born wet

splashing and leaping
the world briefly unlocked

always and forever
sitting by the shore

sipping ocean water
sipping river water

collecting shells and
driftwood for later

small boat sailing
strolling to shore

warm fire burning
never looking back

over at imaginary garden with real toads
courtesy of kim weekend mini challenge: boats

note to poet.. just found a new site… love poetry and frogs… i love boats, everything about them… from here to there… lotsa fun to visit the dream boat

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