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 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
The Dedpoet
Who gave the heart the beat;
Life blood and destroyer of
Lives,
The tree with roads branching
And the destiny unfolds
In an implacable red,
Luke Autumn's kiss to the wind
And the grace of a falling leaf
Emitting the eternal harmless
And sweet,
Love and a kiss of many deaths
As every moment is a lifetime.
"earth"
without "art"
is just "eh"
A graffiti on a street in Canggu, Bali, Indonesia.
 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
wordvango
When I moved away down to Billups creek
a tributary flowing into the Mississippi
and saw unmown wild fields of golden grass
tall trees everywhere
and  the dawn on a horizon
for the first time
saw country girls as
wild fillies,
oats and hay as fun
blue jeans
and got my first buzz with a knot
of 'bacco
I came along real quick
got the slang down tight in seventh grade
and my four-wheel drive pickup
at seventeen
got used to no rock stations
on the radio
just
adapted
to
ridin' country roads
and BBQ
and sassy lasses
and extended family's
and time spent
outside
and golden
fields of nature's
bounty

the sun is
brighter
down south
for a ****
Yankee
 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
Poetic T
the sorrows of breath will seed the
                                land with bare fruit.

As the voices of nature reveal there
                                                          truth,
               that were just ants in a flood.

Silly little things, a food chain of nothing,
                  for earth is the hunter
                                    So don't upset her.
 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
r
I dream of white
winds blowing,
like dogwood
petals, or snow.

This is the longest
I’ve been so close
to you on a sheet
of papered dreams.

Like you, death,
these poems
about you, come
as no surprise.

Close to the last page
between the covers,
still I think I’ll need
at least one other.

I hoped before
I could let you go,
before I hoped
the white winds blow.
How she glows
when she paints
doors and windows

her coloring skills
create magic windowgrills
trap me in her crush!

Smudges on her face
prints on her dress
does marvel her brush

she goes all the way
to make me lovely day
tempts to cuddle her!

It's how it goes
I move ever close
not wanting to be loser

she gets the naughty whiff
says don't play mischief
come not any closer!
 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
Poetic T
Will you walk with me,
          will you hold my hand
we'll skip to the sounds of
     moonlight as it shines off
                    the blades we hold in our hands...

Our masks hiding our secrets,
        The enigmas of each others plan..
You like to cut, I like to stab..
As long as there's  wine flowing
we'll drink dry to every woman & man..

They thought we were gone,
buried beneath so much dirt.
                              But we breathed
our last, with that a vengeful curse.

"We breath our last, this is our last verse,
        For when the veil falters,
                for when our names are practiced..
We will arise to claim what is ours,
      Two children will wonder,
Two children will smile with glee.
For those that put us beneath the dirt,
         will bleed and feed underneath.."


When the sun arises and the covering
of night does die in luminescent decay...
Know that were back where we were.
but we brought some friends to keep
                                           the loneliness away!

There not dead, a heart still beats.
          But there staring at our decaying vision
our mouths silently open.
Were inhaling every last breath,
      for not with  moment will we breath again
                    But there's always next hollows eve.
 Sep 2017 Poet kiri
Poetic T
When
        we think like
                       stones..

But drown when our
               thoughts
                       get to heavy....
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