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I'm not a poet.
I'm just ******* a lot.
It's true.
 Apr 2017 FJ Thomas
Aly
The Reason
 Apr 2017 FJ Thomas
Aly
They say
I'm so passionate
with my words,
truth is
poetry is just something
that keeps me
alive.
when we look sideways
at a subject/object of desire

do we see what is there
     or what we want to see

glances may blur the image
    distort the view
    reflect realities of our dreams

yet often they determine our actions

and thus

the rest of our lives
 Apr 2017 FJ Thomas
Laci
Cluster
 Apr 2017 FJ Thomas
Laci
Black foot ******* a bar stool
Peacock lashes
Midnight muse hair
Secrets trickle off your lips
Perfect matte finish

Fragrance of the stars
Body of shadows
Crescent curvature
North star hope
Constellation connection
Dreary dream

Lady of the night
2 a.m. want you
Back alley footsteps
Lost in the crowd found
Rave whispers
Twilight tall tales
Cosmopolitian kisses
Tequila touch

Phantom fantasies
***** footprints
 Apr 2017 FJ Thomas
David Hall
of all the million moments
that make up a life,
the ones I shared with you
will be what flash before my eyes
at the end of it all.
The house has become
Surfeit with shadows
Mom sleeps
Soundly

Can I tell you I'm afraid?
Afraid she won't wake up.
We are told that perfect
Faith casts out fear
~
It isn't my faith that fails
~
I'm afraid she won't know
How much I really love her.

And the darkness pools
Around the floors under our
Heavy antique furniture
~
I believe somewhere on a
Plane of them
There's a fingerprint of their
Craftsman, long dead.
~
There is solice in knowing that
When she finally dies
(And she will)
her
Fingerprints
Will

Be

Left

On

*ME
Feeling such compassion for my mom. She's afraid to die... I'm
Feeling afraid, too.

Anyway, I'm going to try to
Get more rest.

G'night.
The Morning Sun
In Orange Hues
A Spilt Volcano
The Molten Lava
Paints The Blue Sky.

The Afternoon Sun
The Lava down with The Magma
Blazing Hot
Fumes Over The Mellowed Sky.

The Evening Sun
Stepping down  
In Vermilion hues
Ready for New horizons
The Vivid Sky welcomes The Moon.
'   Figures of Speech '
Long  lost touch with these.
Irony lies in the fact ,
it took me a
little while to figure out the difference between
'A Similie' and 'A Metaphor ' :))

Yet another try at the daily prompts

' Metaphors'
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