WingedPoet - Hello Poetry

I miss my friend so much the one I could tell anything no judgment, no advice, just understanding. Ten years gone now too long to be friend-lonely too long to not see her smile too long to not share tears and laughter too long to be without that safe, caring place she held in her heart. Ten years gone I miss my son so much first-born, brain tumor fighter brave, determined, inspiring Ten years gone now too long to be son-lonely too long to feel his brothers' brother-lonely too long to not see his smile too long to not share the tears and laughter too long to not share the fight too long not to say "Good Morning, Sunshine!" July and November months of painful memories and in between - Autumn - the dying of the year Ten years gone now too long to carry grief that never goes away.

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Oct 29, 2019

Oct 29, 2019 at 8:09 AM UTC

'Ten Years Gone'

I miss my friend so much the one I could tell anything no judgment, no advice, just understanding. Ten years gone now too long to be friend-lonely too long to not see her smile too long to not share tears and laughter too long to be without that safe, caring place she held in her heart. Ten years gone I miss my son so much first-born, brain tumor fighter brave, determined, inspiring Ten years gone now too long to be son-lonely too long to feel his brothers' brother-lonely too long to not see his smile too long to not share the tears and laughter too long to not share the fight too long not to say "Good Morning, Sunshine!" July and November months of painful memories and in between - Autumn - the dying of the year Ten years gone now too long to carry grief that never goes away.

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There's a song... a piece of music I wish you could hear when I hear it a couple appears in my mind they move lightly step forward back forward smooth two as one the music flavor of Latin sultry guitar dulcet violin breathy flute suffuses their bodies tawny velvet skin ignited in a warm glow hands raised palms touching crossover steps bodies syncopated perfectly in time perfectly in step perfectly together turn turn his hands on her slender waist move softly in rhythm with the easy swaying of her hips her silky dress floats and ripples a scarlet river shining under fluorescent "stars" their gaze steady into each others' rich mahogany eyes until she is twirled back to his chest hands still on her waist his lips tenderly brush her neck he takes her hand she turns into him again in that moment no one nothing else exists only the music and their fiery zeal

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Jan 30, 2019

Jan 30, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC

When I Hear This Song: "Ak Verlang Na Ju"

There's a song... a piece of music I wish you could hear when I hear it a couple appears in my mind they move lightly step forward back forward smooth two as one the music flavor of Latin sultry guitar dulcet violin breathy flute suffuses their bodies tawny velvet skin ignited in a warm glow hands raised palms touching crossover steps bodies syncopated perfectly in time perfectly in step perfectly together turn turn his hands on her slender waist move softly in rhythm with the easy swaying of her hips her silky dress floats and ripples a scarlet river shining under fluorescent "stars" their gaze steady into each others' rich mahogany eyes until she is twirled back to his chest hands still on her waist his lips tenderly brush her neck he takes her hand she turns into him again in that moment no one nothing else exists only the music and their fiery zeal

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gently interrupted by velvet mountains burnt sienna soil stretches through olive trees that lift their limbs toward blue expanse where pillowy clouds drift with ease shadows lengthen as the sun spreads a warmth perceptible to the view energy and life pouring into ripening fruit soon harvest gathering will be due tracks of vehicles between the rows show signs of tending that's been done through summer's growing season and years before when they were begun saplings planted there with care by tanned, robust yet gentle hands have grown taller year by year where now a stately orchard stands

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Aug 8, 2018

Aug 8, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC

Orchard

gently interrupted by velvet mountains burnt sienna soil stretches through olive trees that lift their limbs toward blue expanse where pillowy clouds drift with ease shadows lengthen as the sun spreads a warmth perceptible to the view energy and life pouring into ripening fruit soon harvest gathering will be due tracks of vehicles between the rows show signs of tending that's been done through summer's growing season and years before when they were begun saplings planted there with care by tanned, robust yet gentle hands have grown taller year by year where now a stately orchard stands

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in synergy of sky and sea shadowy clouds bestow the rain the gracious sea accepts then gives it back again filtering through the clouds sunshine warms the scene dancing on the ripples creating a resplendent sheen endless sky and water deep all but a seamless view who gives color to the other which one is more blue allies in a great expanse their grandeur is sublime their waltz remains unchanged as they measure out its time

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC

Waltz of Time

in synergy of sky and sea shadowy clouds bestow the rain the gracious sea accepts then gives it back again filtering through the clouds sunshine warms the scene dancing on the ripples creating a resplendent sheen endless sky and water deep all but a seamless view who gives color to the other which one is more blue allies in a great expanse their grandeur is sublime their waltz remains unchanged as they measure out its time

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Ten Word Challenge: orphan/ gilded/ scattered/ fins/ library/ pavement/ plowshares/ stamp/ outcry/ tomatoes Orphan books at the library scattered on rickety tables set up on the cracked pavement await a new home at bargain prices Books whose stamps of classification are faded Some with gilded edges like the fins of goldfish Books rich with knowledge ready for curious fertile minds like soil being turned by plowshares for corn, wheat or rich red tomatoes Books that - if not re-homed if tossed or burned - would rightly cause an outcry from book lovers everywhere

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Aug 1, 2018

Aug 1, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC

A New Life

Ten Word Challenge: orphan/ gilded/ scattered/ fins/ library/ pavement/ plowshares/ stamp/ outcry/ tomatoes Orphan books at the library scattered on rickety tables set up on the cracked pavement await a new home at bargain prices Books whose stamps of classification are faded Some with gilded edges like the fins of goldfish Books rich with knowledge ready for curious fertile minds like soil being turned by plowshares for corn, wheat or rich red tomatoes Books that - if not re-homed if tossed or burned - would rightly cause an outcry from book lovers everywhere

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behind a diaphanous curtain of fog the moon is perched between dark clouds in anticipation of lovers to entice stillness surrounds, no breath of a breeze then rustling leaves, footsteps tell of passion that can't be confined young bodies enfold with insatiable desire moon, contented, discreetly slips behind the clouds

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Jul 27, 2018

Jul 27, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC

The Moon Waits

behind a diaphanous curtain of fog the moon is perched between dark clouds in anticipation of lovers to entice stillness surrounds, no breath of a breeze then rustling leaves, footsteps tell of passion that can't be confined young bodies enfold with insatiable desire moon, contented, discreetly slips behind the clouds

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though the moon tries peeks through the trees we can’t see in the night but we can feel weep not for darkness but for unfeeling hearts the moon tries peeks through the trees we can’t see in the night but we can hear weep not for darkness but for those who won’t listen the moon tries peeks through the trees we can’t see in the night but we can dream weep not for darkness but for those unable to dream the moon peeking through the trees cries

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC

Darkness

though the moon tries peeks through the trees we can’t see in the night but we can feel weep not for darkness but for unfeeling hearts the moon tries peeks through the trees we can’t see in the night but we can hear weep not for darkness but for those who won’t listen the moon tries peeks through the trees we can’t see in the night but we can dream weep not for darkness but for those unable to dream the moon peeking through the trees cries

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Aztec gold-brown soil between rows and rows of summer green invites berry-gatherers shorts and sun hats baskets in hand techniques unique to each stooping for close inspection looking for perfection color, form, ripeness choosing one by one bending just enough to grab handfuls in a hurry sun beats down wiping brow others mosey enjoying the peace of this stretch of land so well tended so bounteous best approach little child plopped down near the beginning hand to mouth fast as she can crimson juice coloring lips drips down chin beneath contented impish smile

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC

June Strawberries

Aztec gold-brown soil between rows and rows of summer green invites berry-gatherers shorts and sun hats baskets in hand techniques unique to each stooping for close inspection looking for perfection color, form, ripeness choosing one by one bending just enough to grab handfuls in a hurry sun beats down wiping brow others mosey enjoying the peace of this stretch of land so well tended so bounteous best approach little child plopped down near the beginning hand to mouth fast as she can crimson juice coloring lips drips down chin beneath contented impish smile

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can we get from here to there wherever there may be is it even possible to make that leap of faith can we see clearly through the mist that rises minds wavering on the edge of the unknown hearts aching to continue while souls seek rest they run past in our minds... all the cliches *journey begins... one step it's not the destination... life is a journey one step at a time* but none speak of a leap as some steps must be none speak of journey's end from running out of space to step is this the point at which one must learn to fly or turn about is it defeat or is the turning step simply a first step of a new journey

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC

Is There No Turning Back

can we get from here to there wherever there may be is it even possible to make that leap of faith can we see clearly through the mist that rises minds wavering on the edge of the unknown hearts aching to continue while souls seek rest they run past in our minds... all the cliches *journey begins... one step it's not the destination... life is a journey one step at a time* but none speak of a leap as some steps must be none speak of journey's end from running out of space to step is this the point at which one must learn to fly or turn about is it defeat or is the turning step simply a first step of a new journey

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I see you there looking at me cutest thing you'll ever see pink peach fuzz all over myself I sort of look like a cute little elf my nose pokes through the fence to show my eyes black and intense I'm just a little guy, won't be a hog I'll get along great if you have a dog I'll be loyal, I can learn tricks I'll trot along, feet making clicks I want a home, I want to be taken just please, oh please, don't name me "Bacon"

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC

Choosing a Pet

I see you there looking at me cutest thing you'll ever see pink peach fuzz all over myself I sort of look like a cute little elf my nose pokes through the fence to show my eyes black and intense I'm just a little guy, won't be a hog I'll get along great if you have a dog I'll be loyal, I can learn tricks I'll trot along, feet making clicks I want a home, I want to be taken just please, oh please, don't name me "Bacon"

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