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@ Tammy M Darby 2013 All poems are exclusive and all copyrights are reserved. I read all forms of poetry and may not always understand others work or they mine but we are all writers and poets united in the ability to express thoughts, emotions, and paint pictures with words. We are a breed unto ourselves. The Magicians of script. All of my poems are handwritten so that I have the only original proof of my writing. Always keep back up copies with your name and date on them to protect your writing if you do not choose to copyright it.
@ Tammy M Darby 2013 All poems are exclusive and all copyrights are reserved. I read all forms of poetry and may not always understand others work or they mine but we are all writers and poets united in the ability to express thoughts, emotions, and paint pictures with words. We are a breed unto ourselves. The Magicians of script. All of my poems are handwritten so that I have the only original proof of my writing. Always keep back up copies with your name and date on them to protect your writing if you do not choose to copyright it.
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Cait Harbs
Cait Harbs
5 days ago

She scraped the splattered soul,
from the inside of my bones
and baked a cake for her new lover,
with its still-sweet flavor.
There is nothing of me left,
but my cynical, cyanide tainted breath;
I have nothing to cry over, nothing to share,
and no tears left even if I cared.

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Megan Sherman
Megan Sherman
4 days ago

Mistress of my passion, by whom I am enamoured
Thou art the golden yoke unto my soul
For thy tender affections I have craved and clamoured
To thee I dedicate this enchanted howl
To bear love aloft, to dedicate thy self
To the duty of Heart's compassion
May make the spirit swell in good health
And compel it to exquisite action
In thy light, which begets a radiance
I feel the guidance of a divinely wrought star
Enamoured of our mutual dalliance
I pledge and worship to thee from afar
    My sweet entreaties I refine
    To fathom love and soar divine

  Feb 17  Tammy M Darby
Brent Fisher

flit and flutter, gold,
essence and bold glitter,
baking smells, old sage,
aged cheeses and butter,
table set for shadows cast,
come sit, and rest hither,
repast, drink, a wink,
as nature takes a lover.

#wine   #sun   #happiness   #summer   #song   #forest   #fair   #dine  
  Feb 17  Tammy M Darby
Slur pee
Slur pee
Feb 17

He lives in dreams and faraway breaths,
Sighs sing, echoing, from untouched lips.
Memories of dust, bloom into rust
Imprinted on wrinkles, forever-
Permanent. Forever forgotten.
Unbecoming and rotten.
Stir these thoughts, through slotted lids
Eyes turn and twist in wild ways.
Wade and slosh through imagination,
Hushed pigmentation, and
Shushed incantations.
Invoking ceaseless visions of untouched lips,
Dreams that he lives with faraway breaths,
In peace, he rests. In ash, in dust, in flaking rust;
Permanent, in thoughts, born to be forgot.

-SLuR

To my friend from Down Under



I was driving down the road and what did I see
But a grasshopper with his pants on fire
With a snake hot on his tail he was moving his feet
That grasshopper with his pants on fire

Hopping high as he could go
A moving fast and ducking low
That grasshopper with his pants on fire
Well the snake was closing in and his race was soon to end
With that grasshopper with his pants on fire

He tightened up his hopping
And the snake knew there was no stopping
That grasshopper with his pants on fire

He’s got long legs for a reason
He's the toast of the season
Silly grasshopper with his pants on fire


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  Feb 17  Tammy M Darby
Dhil Zalee

Time
Ever-flowing
Like the river it pulls everything

Space
Ever-expanding
Of supernovas and pulsars

Gravity
It matters. It is.
It is, beyond time and space

But love
Love, is everything.
No matter the time and space

Like you
Ever-orbiting
Bringing night and day
Pulsating the seas
Super, ecliptical or crescent.

You
Ever-present
Behind clouds
Or on the other side
Strong, relentlesss and beautiful.

Yes you

Gather rocks
light the torches
sharpen those pitchforks
take up your clubs,
political "discourse"
has begun.

 
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