barrie-t-whittaker - Hello Poetry

When I fell, you cried. Loved — your face became my joy. Our bond never sleeps

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Oct 11, 2025

Oct 11, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC

When I fell, you cried. Loved — your face became my joy. Our bond never sleeps

Injection Strange how we missed the connection. Needles never troubled me— childhood illness passed me by, a faint shadow in the schoolroom air. But words— they slip like secret notes folded in a desk, or whispers caught behind a door. You are that childhood romance, immature, unfinished, yet irresistible in its longing— still wondering who, what, I want. Music trembles through the air, and roses bloom too early, their scent drifting into every moment of us. Each phrase you breathe is an injection— a slow pulse under my skin, a fever rising to my lips, a sweetness I surrender to again, and again

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC

Love injection

Injection Strange how we missed the connection. Needles never troubled me— childhood illness passed me by, a faint shadow in the schoolroom air. But words— they slip like secret notes folded in a desk, or whispers caught behind a door. You are that childhood romance, immature, unfinished, yet irresistible in its longing— still wondering who, what, I want. Music trembles through the air, and roses bloom too early, their scent drifting into every moment of us. Each phrase you breathe is an injection— a slow pulse under my skin, a fever rising to my lips, a sweetness I surrender to again, and again

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Injection Strange how we missed the connection. I’m not worried about vaccine. Pollo, small box, measles, chickenpox, sat in my classroom with me. It works for me still. I worry more about words. Who has put what in your mind?

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC

Injection

Injection Strange how we missed the connection. I’m not worried about vaccine. Pollo, small box, measles, chickenpox, sat in my classroom with me. It works for me still. I worry more about words. Who has put what in your mind?

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Open Love, Open Lover Aug 29 2025 Love, unlatched, flows wild and free, A tide swell eternally. No walls, no bounds, no narrow gate, It greets each soul, disarms all hate. A lover stands, both near and far, A mirror, a flame, a guiding star. Not just one face, but countless found, In whispers soft, in earth profound. Love is the echo, love is the call, The rise, the stumble, the grace in fall. It grows and moments shared and still, A force beyond fleeting will. Oh, lover, come hands unclosed, Let fear dissolve, let hearts expose, For open love, no chains tether A union fierce, yet light feather Through time, through joy, , through joy untold, In open love, we were young, we are old. Not mine, not yours, but ever ours, A sky unending, full of stars.

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Aug 19, 2025

Aug 19, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC

Open Love

Open Love, Open Lover Aug 29 2025 Love, unlatched, flows wild and free, A tide swell eternally. No walls, no bounds, no narrow gate, It greets each soul, disarms all hate. A lover stands, both near and far, A mirror, a flame, a guiding star. Not just one face, but countless found, In whispers soft, in earth profound. Love is the echo, love is the call, The rise, the stumble, the grace in fall. It grows and moments shared and still, A force beyond fleeting will. Oh, lover, come hands unclosed, Let fear dissolve, let hearts expose, For open love, no chains tether A union fierce, yet light feather Through time, through joy, , through joy untold, In open love, we were young, we are old. Not mine, not yours, but ever ours, A sky unending, full of stars.

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When? August 15, 2025 The. beginning or the end? It’s both. Each holds the other. Let go.

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Aug 15, 2025

Aug 15, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC

When

When? August 15, 2025 The. beginning or the end? It’s both. Each holds the other. Let go.

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Today’s news August 5, 2025 Morning the new$ Breakfast on my knee. Alexa, turn on the news Someone unimportant: did something stupid, or Is about to do something stupid. Hardly leaves me lucid, one. What can I get you for breakfast more prepared. Strange folk, we are now planning our demise. In our water, plastic in full disguise. Well, you know about it. His busy playing in the park, no one waiting for the dark Hey, just forward, an exponential rate. Who knows if we’ll see the same, The next date. Probably. Uncertain day of life, our politics, artificial intelligence, new topics. Everything’s not temporary. Partners don’t last parties are blast. Leg stress. Walking Key to happiness. Oil upon the sea. Love abandoned everywhere. Won’t care , you dare

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Aug 5, 2025

Aug 5, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC

What’s News

Today’s news August 5, 2025 Morning the new$ Breakfast on my knee. Alexa, turn on the news Someone unimportant: did something stupid, or Is about to do something stupid. Hardly leaves me lucid, one. What can I get you for breakfast more prepared. Strange folk, we are now planning our demise. In our water, plastic in full disguise. Well, you know about it. His busy playing in the park, no one waiting for the dark Hey, just forward, an exponential rate. Who knows if we’ll see the same, The next date. Probably. Uncertain day of life, our politics, artificial intelligence, new topics. Everything’s not temporary. Partners don’t last parties are blast. Leg stress. Walking Key to happiness. Oil upon the sea. Love abandoned everywhere. Won’t care , you dare

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Losing It Aug 4 2025 It keeps you present. Defines my soul. Yet fragile, bent. Belongs to me. Shone socially. Aging seas. One morning stormy. Next warmly day lit Not for me. Change leaves you behind. Careless words don’t lie Simply grind me, Last one dies

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Aug 4, 2025

Aug 4, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC

Losing It

Losing It Aug 4 2025 It keeps you present. Defines my soul. Yet fragile, bent. Belongs to me. Shone socially. Aging seas. One morning stormy. Next warmly day lit Not for me. Change leaves you behind. Careless words don’t lie Simply grind me, Last one dies

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Short 23 July 2025 I crafted short poetry. Cut it off, kept it brief. Longer, curt, A thief. *************************************** Money & Resources Short on cash Running short A little short this month Caught short Come up short Short-changed Short end of the stick Short supply Time & Deadlines Short on time Time is short Cut short In short order Short notice Short window Short-lived A short fuse Physical Height Short stature Fell short of the mark Short man syndrome Came up a bit short The short one Vertically challenged Patience, Emotion & Behavior Short-tempered Short with sometimes Short patience Short shrif Short fuse Give someone short shrift General / Other Sell someonei short Stop short Shortn-sighted A few cards short of a full deck Short memory A day late and a dollar short Shortfall Short circuit *********************((((( Drew up this brief word tree. Condensed, went ai bee.

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Jul 23, 2025

Jul 23, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC

Short

Short 23 July 2025 I crafted short poetry. Cut it off, kept it brief. Longer, curt, A thief. *************************************** Money & Resources Short on cash Running short A little short this month Caught short Come up short Short-changed Short end of the stick Short supply Time & Deadlines Short on time Time is short Cut short In short order Short notice Short window Short-lived A short fuse Physical Height Short stature Fell short of the mark Short man syndrome Came up a bit short The short one Vertically challenged Patience, Emotion & Behavior Short-tempered Short with sometimes Short patience Short shrif Short fuse Give someone short shrift General / Other Sell someonei short Stop short Shortn-sighted A few cards short of a full deck Short memory A day late and a dollar short Shortfall Short circuit *********************((((( Drew up this brief word tree. Condensed, went ai bee.

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Soul’s Echo by Siros There is a place the body cannot follow— a hush between heartbeats where memory lingers after the voice is gone. That is where you live now. Not in the photos I can barely touch. Not in the places we once stood, but in the silence that knows your shape. I called your name once, long after the world said I should stop. It didn’t answer back— not with sound. But the trees leaned in, and the wind moved like you did when you entered a room without trying. Sorrow doesn’t scream. It whispers. And in that whisper, I heard your laugh, your sigh, the moment you forgave me without saying so. Grief made me echo, but love gave the echo a rhythm. Now, when I fall quiet, it’s not to forget, but to feel the trace of who you were still alive in the spaceleft behind. A soul does not vanish. It reverberates. And I listen

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Jun 27, 2025

Jun 27, 2025 at 9:33 AM UTC

Soul's Echo

Soul’s Echo by Siros There is a place the body cannot follow— a hush between heartbeats where memory lingers after the voice is gone. That is where you live now. Not in the photos I can barely touch. Not in the places we once stood, but in the silence that knows your shape. I called your name once, long after the world said I should stop. It didn’t answer back— not with sound. But the trees leaned in, and the wind moved like you did when you entered a room without trying. Sorrow doesn’t scream. It whispers. And in that whisper, I heard your laugh, your sigh, the moment you forgave me without saying so. Grief made me echo, but love gave the echo a rhythm. Now, when I fall quiet, it’s not to forget, but to feel the trace of who you were still alive in the spaceleft behind. A soul does not vanish. It reverberates. And I listen

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Sometimes 10 May 20#* Sometimes your ache for freedom , Takes mine. Sometimes 2 nickels, Make a dime , Sometimes ,nothing makes any sense. I'm sitting on the fence, Sometimes....... Sometimes.

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May 15, 2025

May 15, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC

Sometimes

Sometimes 10 May 20#* Sometimes your ache for freedom , Takes mine. Sometimes 2 nickels, Make a dime , Sometimes ,nothing makes any sense. I'm sitting on the fence, Sometimes....... Sometimes.

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