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Advent  Oct 2014
coffee
Advent Oct 2014
coffees are my one-way ticket to contemplation–
to realizations and dramas
it shapes my eyes
to view life like a panorama

coffee makes me think
about the world,
the people
and both combined

coffee connects me to the crowd
to their lives,
mishaps
sometimes shared with mine

coffee gates to different events and realities
it awakens wishful thinking
and kicks curiosities

coffee, summed up
is a friend
of all those who've got their heads in their *****

it is a guru of life
love,
and other life experiences


                                                   ­       a.t.
CK Baker  Dec 2016
Catharsis
CK Baker Dec 2016
six lanes
in a sight line
past the cedar shims
and trim tempered insert
past the washed mural
and water stained tiles

covered eyes
fight for focus
over cork strung ties
and dark distant bridges
foot crawlers on lemon pegs
teaming
under clouded halogen light  

dreamers contend
in a variation of chant
(throwing it off in a
drawl sequence)
a glimpse of the guard
and warm towel assignment
forge comforting relief
in a task filled day
Marco Buschini Dec 2016
Lie within chaos, and create comfort
In visions of endless love.
Riding slowly on the crest of a morning fling, and flutter,
The body stutters
Like a street dancer.
Shine in different directions
And end the yearning
For a love of creativity
By stripping off
And darting
Into a sea of uncertainty,
with a sense of
Unimaginable lust for what keeps you
Ticking like a sturdy clock.
Find the rhymes that combine
With what lies inside the mind,
To stumble upon the future pleasure,
That you unearth with delight,
As you wonder.
Inspiration is born out of desire.
Fuel to fire the birth of creation.
The mind quakes for a taste
Of the cake, that is blessed with greatness.
Anastasia Feb 2018
Marinara is my favourite kind of pizza.
I mean, I can’t really have any others...
Yes, I am one of those ‘annoying vegans’
But I also don’t like the non-dairy cheeses.

I used to order the gluten-free version.
So, I guess I am even more annoying.
However, the dough was so dry and weird
I just could never enjoy it.

I’ve tolerated it though for maybe 4 times.
But seriously, it was quite nasty.
So, please, just get the normal Marinara,
Unless you've got celiac disease.

In which case,
I'm sorry,
You gotta have to get the gross pizza.
DivineDao  Feb 2016
Tanka ~ I
DivineDao Feb 2016
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Sunrays playfully
Dance across the ocean waves.
Deep blue depth is silent.
I see the clouds on the sky
Mirror my expiry



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Tanka poems, when written in Japanese, follow a pattern of syllables 5-7-5-7-7. In other words, the first and third lines contains only five syllables each, while the second, fourth, and fifth lines have seven syllables.

Additionally each tanka is divided into two parts. The first three lines are the upper phrase, and the last two lines are the lower phrase. The upper phrase typically contains an image, and the lower phrase presents the poet's ideas about that image. Many traditional poetic forms have a turn, a place where the poem shifts, and for the tanka this happens between the upper and lower phrase.

While haiku poems are usually about nature, tanka are often personal reflections on love and other strong emotions. Tanka also use figurative language and methapor meanings.
Jordi Bardají  Dec 2015
Untitled
Hush don't wake her, leave her in the quiet.
Hush don't wake her, it's the nightmares. Let her battle the internal riot.

Hush don't wake her, there is no longer any need.
Hush don't wake her, now she must take the lead.
Hush don't wake her, yes we have shown her this ledge.
Hush don't wake her, but, you see, she must be the one to walk over the edge.
(C) 2016
DivineDao Mar 2016
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*The solemn paths
    The fever of seeing you
          From a sailing boat
      Like you were a comerade
  Dolphin fellowship giggling
  Playfully along the song of the curving
     Waves, along our marine vessel
   And it makes me sadder a bit to see
      Them carried away, their tales
   Waving in a cool familiarly
Resplendant manner

And chilled was the sea
And creatures goodbyes
And there you, here me
Entombed in my memory
      And your hands I would
       I would most dearly
        Most certainly love with
       This utmost divine
   Devotion resembling me
Sun sprinkling solitary
Strolls through my native woods
Where contemplation takes place
    Where gentle leaves unfurl first
Blooming buds and animals awake
Where my forlorn I, ceases to be forsaken no more.
Harmony Oct 2016
Woman took a vow of celibacy
Poverty and Obedience oh my
Haven't arrived at fifty
At such state of no chat

Would love to meet
A nun turned inward-
To be connected-
In the power of silence.

Perhaps in the future
A wish from my bucket-
Bucket of lists-
To fulfill for the next
Fifty peaceful years

Contemplative in my days
Wishing there could be no tax-
For being thus-
Alone and disconnected
But staying connected
Without stirring up ripples
cloistered nuns of Carmelite order
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