#afternoonsonthebackdeck

There's something satisfying About enjoying the afternoon sun With a lime and whiskey, drinking And reading prolific, piquant poetry by everyone! Present in the moment, chomping and crooning...

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Aug 15, 2024

Aug 15, 2024 at 3:06 AM UTC

bekahalle

Afternoons on the Back Deck

There's something satisfying About enjoying the afternoon sun With a lime and whiskey, drinking And reading prolific, piquant poetry by everyone! Present in the moment, chomping and crooning...

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I ain't living in squalla But supernatural, techno colour; Back here on my wooden deck, I throw back a whiskey, with lime, check √ I hear a banjo in the back of my mind, And smell fire burning in time. Recipe books surround and cake rests on my outdoor table, Country living could very well be it's label... But I see it as "God’s waiting room" — Mowers murmur in neighbours' lawns, Buzzing bees and billowy butterflies circumnavigate newly planted trees, make me yawn like a pawn. In these moments I lean back and let my soul bloom.

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Oct 4, 2025

Oct 4, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC

bekahalle

Afternoons on the Back Deck (reprised)

I ain't living in squalla But supernatural, techno colour; Back here on my wooden deck, I throw back a whiskey, with lime, check √ I hear a banjo in the back of my mind, And smell fire burning in time. Recipe books surround and cake rests on my outdoor table, Country living could very well be it's label... But I see it as "God’s waiting room" — Mowers murmur in neighbours' lawns, Buzzing bees and billowy butterflies circumnavigate newly planted trees, make me yawn like a pawn. In these moments I lean back and let my soul bloom.

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Wisdom comes after the fact — But it can be drawn now in the present. Compassionate jewels crown my head, Trusting You, despite my intent, makes my heart ruby red, without lament.

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC

bekahalle

Afternoons on the Back Deck (wised up)

Wisdom comes after the fact — But it can be drawn now in the present. Compassionate jewels crown my head, Trusting You, despite my intent, makes my heart ruby red, without lament.

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