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"safeguarding" poems
I returned home 
on Palm Sunday
 to find knockout roses 
behind my brick mailbox
 parading their first blossoms of spring. I found candytuft
 faded to green,
 safeguarding scattered sprinkles of white
 for me to view one more day. Fallen pink petals from dogwood trees
 fluttered through a whimsical ballet 
to entertain me on a ballroom floor 
of Kentucky bluegrass. Dogwoods, azalea, and periwinkle are different. Something happened 
while I was away, while I snapped photographs 
of starfish captured by the sand
 when evening tide 
quickly rolled out to sea. 
Blossoms opened
 as other petals faded and fell.
 Fresh blossoms flowered
 and youthful buds now greet the sun. Did you care that I was gone
 in the midst of your glory 
to savor other beauties different joys -- did you even miss me?
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
Did You Miss Me?
My dear bestfriends, Who’ve become my safe space, The other home I run to for solace, Thank you for lending your ears and hand, For becoming the sister I never had, Thank you for deciding to stay, Despite circumstances coming into play, Thank you for being gentle and kind with my heart, Safeguarding my innermost secrets from the very start My dear bestfriends, Time and time again you’ve proven me, It’s never about the amount of time we Spend together when we are together, Rather it’s the small acts of love that changed my life It’s the random check-ins, love confessions and life talks, The birthday presents of stickers, books and silly socks My dear bestfriends, Life has a funny way of meeting us together, All of us travellers of different passages, Yet our stars remain aligned no matter the weather, I’m proud of who you you’ve become And now I am proud to see who I’ve become Because I see little fragments of you Ingrained in little fragments of me too
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Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 11:39 AM UTC
My dear bestfriends
#*Freedom is being free in spirit body and mind Born in a free country I have my freedom to express my thoughts Freedom to persue my dreams Freedom to visit the places I desire Freedom to do whatever I like And be a law abiding citizen My Independence has come for a price Paid by the many freedom fighters of my country Who fought till their last breath I cannot fathom their struggle It only brings me tears When I listen to the patriotic songs Watch movies Read the story The truth , the history of the struggles We had many rulers We allowed But today I enjoy my freedom With deep gratitude and respect I salute To the many freedom fighters To The Armed forces of my country For protecting and safeguarding me When I enjoy my freedom , my life I salute them all And Recite , The Pledge And promise that I will never bring dishonour to my country . Happy Independence Day to my Country* Love Peace and Harmony to the World !#
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
Happy Independence Day
Starting my career took the blessing from Monk and asked, " Is there any line divide happiness and unhappiness." Monk replied, " Happiness stays till earning takes care of you.. And unhappiness starts when vice versa… he left I understood, earning more money than the survival may lead to worries in protecting and safeguarding….
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
Is growth bring unhappiness...
Walking up the stairs, it was quiet Feeling that old **** carpet, like pillows beneath my toes The house smelled the same, of dust and wood, sometimes a hint of clean laundry and vanilla candles Approaching the room - hit like a stroke - or a baseball to the left eye in 1998 A museum of furniture, clothing, trophies, memories- Notes whose meanings no longer could be immediately recalled, And some we wouldn't want to remember A slip of paper, under my mattress, it read "Please just let me say I'm sorry one more time, I can't lose you" Signed, The First Girl I Thought I Loved She now has three children and goes on vacations to Lake Tahoe To see the sunset, to breathe again and again I searched everywhere for the box, the one where we keep sentimental **** because it feels wrong to throw it away Then I remembered the day she threw it in the street, saying "You think they care about you? You think any of these people know what you really are? Nobody will ever love you like your mother loves you" The screen door cracked that day and my memories Oh, they flew away like paper airplanes, flying so high I sighed to release myself, to be free of it Grabbed the bright red canister and began Drowning the time capsule, the mausoleum, familiarity dissipating I lit the match, paused for a brief moment of silence Then watched as it was devoured, chemically altered You both preserved this room, just the way it was Locked me in that room, throwing away the key Safeguarding these memories, only the ones easier to swallow Maybe if it never changed, then I would not have Maybe if it all stayed in place, it would be ready for my return Let this serve as a reminder That room killed me, and now it dies with you.
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
your Bedroom, at your parents house
Walking up the stairs, it was quiet Feeling that old **** carpet, like pillows beneath my toes The house smelled the same, of dust and wood, sometimes a hint of clean laundry and vanilla candles Approaching the room - hit like a stroke - or a baseball to the left eye in 1998 A museum of furniture, clothing, trophies, memories- Notes whose meanings no longer could be immediately recalled, And some we wouldn't want to remember A slip of paper, under my mattress, it read "Please just let me say I'm sorry one more time, I can't lose you" Signed, The First Girl I Thought I Loved She now has three children and goes on vacations to Lake Tahoe To see the sunset, to breathe again and again I searched everywhere for the box, the one where we keep sentimental **** because it feels wrong to throw it away Then I remembered the day she threw it in the street, saying "You think they care about you? You think any of these people know what you really are? Nobody will ever love you like your mother loves you" The screen door cracked that day and my memories Oh, they flew away like paper airplanes, flying so high I sighed to release myself, to be free of it Grabbed the bright red canister and began Drowning the time capsule, the mausoleum, familiarity dissipating I lit the match, paused for a brief moment of silence Then watched as it was devoured, chemically altered You both preserved this room, just the way it was Locked me in that room, throwing away the key Safeguarding these memories, only the ones easier to swallow Maybe if it never changed, then I would not have Maybe if it all stayed in place, it would be ready for my return Let this serve as a reminder That room killed me, and now it dies with you.
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There’s never enough reliance available In safeguarding your bearded iris from mellow night thieves who sculpture dug holes just for the fun of it
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May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 11:01 AM UTC
Night Thieves
Trickling water through a brook, Down from the mountain and into a stream, Gently carving into the land a tale, A sad yet happy tune for all to hear. Mountains to those not from here, Hills to its inhabitants, Safeguarding those who live here from the poisons of the modern world, Locking away it's people in a small slice of time. Moonshine is made here, Where the big bucks wander, A place where the turkey, elk, and illusive bobcat roam free, Where the hawks, warblers, and grouse abound, Bears trundle, And hill folk dance and sing.
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Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 12:17 AM UTC
Holler
~ *A room lives in Zoria And also the trees At a critical distance She seeks their shelter An abiding solace To wash free To swim sea Who can blame The suffering of her stream Whether it be A time for hanging on Or a time for passing Let the waters come And overtake her Flooding her with Safeguarding arms* ~
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Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 7:37 PM UTC
Shelterland
He said to type into Google "why does school make me" Search results - Why does school make me... Sad Tired Depressed Cry Wanna die Educating the mind without the heart is no education at all. Aristotle The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education. Martin Luther King, Jr. Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. Nelson Mandela Bright new buildings, Inspirational quotes, Like Aspire and achieve and dream and believe! Opportunity knocks? Opportunities missed. Opportunities lost. This new building, less like a blank canvas, More like a sterile factory. Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die Here's your target, here's your grade Here's the progress that you've made. Here's your number, here's your label, Here's the proof of what you're able. Step it up, you must try harder! Learn to be better from your face partner! Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die Here's a pen, this ones blue, For all the work you've got to do. Here's a pen this ones green, For all your errors are obscene. Here's a purple, this one's progress, For all the errors you've got to address. Here's a pen, this ones a sword. Stab your neighbour when you're bored. Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die "I wanna be a poet" But you can't back a laureate. "Art keeps me on the right path" But your pathway leads to double math. "I need music to understand my existence" You need a Humanity in your condition. Aspire to what we want. Achieve what we allow. Dream of a future where everyone's the same, And always believe in what we say. Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die Here's some music to calm you down. Now get up and move around. Give your partner a big high five, Lets show ofsted how you thrive. Catch the ball and answer this, Miss the ball, then take the **** "What a loser, you can't catch." Next time, you catch it. "Here's the question..." Loser didn't learn the lesson. "Next time learn it, do it better, You're an A grade, that's your letter" No more letters now a number. "I'm a person not a number!" "That's your third strike." Going under Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die Now you're out and down the PRU. "You didn't do what we told you to, Now we'll give you extra Art, Let's go out and race Go Karts" Not because "Every Child Matters" "Now your progress doesn't matter." Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die False. Fake. Fraud. Green for growth but no room to grow. Thinking time but no time to think. Forced reflection but no space to be. Safeguarding but never free. Every child matters? Every child... except you
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
Why does school make me?
He said to type into Google "why does school make me" Search results - Why does school make me... Sad Tired Depressed Cry Wanna die Educating the mind without the heart is no education at all. Aristotle The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education. Martin Luther King, Jr. Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. Nelson Mandela Bright new buildings, Inspirational quotes, Like Aspire and achieve and dream and believe! Opportunity knocks? Opportunities missed. Opportunities lost. This new building, less like a blank canvas, More like a sterile factory. Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die Here's your target, here's your grade Here's the progress that you've made. Here's your number, here's your label, Here's the proof of what you're able. Step it up, you must try harder! Learn to be better from your face partner! Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die Here's a pen, this ones blue, For all the work you've got to do. Here's a pen this ones green, For all your errors are obscene. Here's a purple, this one's progress, For all the errors you've got to address. Here's a pen, this ones a sword. Stab your neighbour when you're bored. Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die "I wanna be a poet" But you can't back a laureate. "Art keeps me on the right path" But your pathway leads to double math. "I need music to understand my existence" You need a Humanity in your condition. Aspire to what we want. Achieve what we allow. Dream of a future where everyone's the same, And always believe in what we say. Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die Here's some music to calm you down. Now get up and move around. Give your partner a big high five, Lets show ofsted how you thrive. Catch the ball and answer this, Miss the ball, then take the **** "What a loser, you can't catch." Next time, you catch it. "Here's the question..." Loser didn't learn the lesson. "Next time learn it, do it better, You're an A grade, that's your letter" No more letters now a number. "I'm a person not a number!" "That's your third strike." Going under Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die Now you're out and down the PRU. "You didn't do what we told you to, Now we'll give you extra Art, Let's go out and race Go Karts" Not because "Every Child Matters" "Now your progress doesn't matter." Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die False. Fake. Fraud. Green for growth but no room to grow. Thinking time but no time to think. Forced reflection but no space to be. Safeguarding but never free. Every child matters? Every child... except you
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“Love: an emotion, one that, so low as to bar From fair desire—self-righteous and self-serving Excuse, a pretense, lyric, will not inspire.” I detest to hear him speak— Adulterer, why, pray tell, do you prey upon the weak? “Simple in answer, as simple in method. No heart Rich needs to beat for “that” emotion obsoletes. Adults, mature, do not even think the distinction That is kid’s table morality, what mommy Only says after a few drinks, winking, your father In his eyes—just where you have come, in fact— You needn’t think mommy and daddy stayed together After long spats, strife, and frustration for their waves Struck the same height or the moon hits mom just right. It is not the eternal enthrallment of Eros that keeps them in motion Dear, friend—it is “that” emotion. In bed, hearts Are inverted and split down the middle The negative just drowns away in chemicals. But how bad we’d feel, (no?) if that, the long and short? Machinate the “thing” justify “that” feeling Ennobling, beatifying, kindling for sonnets and odes Fashioning morality and aesthetics onto sweating Thrusting beasts, one on one in their dance of love. A harlequin of truth, my friend! When it is found In contraception, safeguarding our natural predilection. Ha! Oh, fools! Why trouble with the rituals When, really, ****** collocations concern capricious Chronologies and covetous craving for **** and **** How ****** How crude! But, oh, but oh how true; think: Admit the urge has primacy, the “L” emerges and Lies emitted: of connection, intelligence, intersubjectivity. Given its stage of farce and face, our sieves are at Ageful capacity and then needs a bargain, more; The office of “thing” goes unoccupied, its twin Will gladly keep it clean and orderly, act As it did: gentle and cordially.” Blast it! Such ways in truth and walk, for Repetition in faith of life Pegs my myths with all their strife, Strife and succor irony.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
A more true Conversation
“Love: an emotion, one that, so low as to bar From fair desire—self-righteous and self-serving Excuse, a pretense, lyric, will not inspire.” I detest to hear him speak— Adulterer, why, pray tell, do you prey upon the weak? “Simple in answer, as simple in method. No heart Rich needs to beat for “that” emotion obsoletes. Adults, mature, do not even think the distinction That is kid’s table morality, what mommy Only says after a few drinks, winking, your father In his eyes—just where you have come, in fact— You needn’t think mommy and daddy stayed together After long spats, strife, and frustration for their waves Struck the same height or the moon hits mom just right. It is not the eternal enthrallment of Eros that keeps them in motion Dear, friend—it is “that” emotion. In bed, hearts Are inverted and split down the middle The negative just drowns away in chemicals. But how bad we’d feel, (no?) if that, the long and short? Machinate the “thing” justify “that” feeling Ennobling, beatifying, kindling for sonnets and odes Fashioning morality and aesthetics onto sweating Thrusting beasts, one on one in their dance of love. A harlequin of truth, my friend! When it is found In contraception, safeguarding our natural predilection. Ha! Oh, fools! Why trouble with the rituals When, really, ****** collocations concern capricious Chronologies and covetous craving for **** and **** How ****** How crude! But, oh, but oh how true; think: Admit the urge has primacy, the “L” emerges and Lies emitted: of connection, intelligence, intersubjectivity. Given its stage of farce and face, our sieves are at Ageful capacity and then needs a bargain, more; The office of “thing” goes unoccupied, its twin Will gladly keep it clean and orderly, act As it did: gentle and cordially.” Blast it! Such ways in truth and walk, for Repetition in faith of life Pegs my myths with all their strife, Strife and succor irony.
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The wild current flows, stopping for no one, As I reach out to grasp what was left: A hint, a memory waving by like deja vu, Random access memories; Perhaps I've imagined it all. Here I am grappling again, With that titanium door bolted shut, Safeguarding anything that tries to trespass it; One word, a grunt, a slight nod, casual shrug        Indifferent smiles As you flow over rough and rocky terrains, Boulders sharpening your edges, A gaze here and a whimper there, Your mind jostled, warranting rhymes, As my heart gets trampled by the one you love. Lucid dreams morphs into lucid visions, I try to see what you see through the eyes you possess in the islands of your heartbeats and the crimson nerves coursing through your veins, Alas the curtains come billowing down shut, "Nothing to see here, go on back home folks" and the circus ends for the night---            Not till a stubborn tug in the depth of my soul says it deserves            A slight hope that one day you would weave me unconditionally in your reflections,            To navigate the mountains together--- But for now, the ringmaster declares the show's over. My weary heart has seen it all, heard it all, always sleeping with one eye pry open, The other eye shut in prayer this wouldn't be the norm, As I hold on tightly to the current, wildly rushing through the fabric of time, Leaving no traces of faces behind but a faint tapestry of a memory By the lake, held tight, Supported by wiry artistry, Calm on the surface but paddling nervously underneath like those waddling ducks, Your lips and eyes melting into mine, Asking me to be yours. 19.2.15 Shalini Nayar (C) 2015
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Random Access Memories
The wild current flows, stopping for no one, As I reach out to grasp what was left: A hint, a memory waving by like deja vu, Random access memories; Perhaps I've imagined it all. Here I am grappling again, With that titanium door bolted shut, Safeguarding anything that tries to trespass it; One word, a grunt, a slight nod, casual shrug        Indifferent smiles As you flow over rough and rocky terrains, Boulders sharpening your edges, A gaze here and a whimper there, Your mind jostled, warranting rhymes, As my heart gets trampled by the one you love. Lucid dreams morphs into lucid visions, I try to see what you see through the eyes you possess in the islands of your heartbeats and the crimson nerves coursing through your veins, Alas the curtains come billowing down shut, "Nothing to see here, go on back home folks" and the circus ends for the night---            Not till a stubborn tug in the depth of my soul says it deserves            A slight hope that one day you would weave me unconditionally in your reflections,            To navigate the mountains together--- But for now, the ringmaster declares the show's over. My weary heart has seen it all, heard it all, always sleeping with one eye pry open, The other eye shut in prayer this wouldn't be the norm, As I hold on tightly to the current, wildly rushing through the fabric of time, Leaving no traces of faces behind but a faint tapestry of a memory By the lake, held tight, Supported by wiry artistry, Calm on the surface but paddling nervously underneath like those waddling ducks, Your lips and eyes melting into mine, Asking me to be yours. 19.2.15 Shalini Nayar (C) 2015
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When common sense prevails And Whitehall gets demolished Once politics has died a death When voting is abolished The world can then recover From an era of attrition But mindful of the wandering Redundant politician For safeguarding the public And ensuring that our nation Is free from slimy bureaucrats With dodgy legislation Is vital for survival So we’d better reemploy them And here are some suggestions As to how we might enjoy them They could bungee jump volcanoes For the National Geographic Or lie down in a busy road To calm the morning traffic We could shave their glossy hair off And turn it into wigs Then pulverise the rest of them For feeding to the pigs If you’ve just made a coffee And spilt a little drop Then grab one by the ankles And Presto! It’s a mop Just roll one over nettles If ever you’re impeded And stand them on the riverbed If stepping stones are needed They’re great for hanging coats on And extinguishing cigars They’re useful safety dummies For testing foreign cars If hollowed out and quilted They make a fetching scarf And quite the conversation piece If pickled, cut in half The list is almost endless And I’ve mentioned fairly few There’s a myriad of ****** jobs To find for them to do But first they should be rounded up A vessel must be chartered To send them to the front line Of the wars they ****** started
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
Surplus Politicians
wrestling with evil wear complete suit of armor ~ conquer with courage rescued from onslaught lies and misinformation ~ ***** girded with truth safeguarding our hearts resisting the evil day ~ righteousness’ breastplate love for our neighbor giving’s greater happiness ~ feet shod with good news strongly entrenched things evil one’s burning missiles ~ faith’s protective shield empty deceptions soundness of mind endangered ~ salvation’s helmet God’s Word is alive source of unending wonder ~ sword of the spirit Seek help from on high trust the one who is unseen ~ pray incessantly Mark Toney ©️ 2021
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Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
Spiritual Armor
How much time is 'enough time'? Which answer is the correct one? Is this lie more convincing, Or is this truth the most deceiving? Day One Is what you know Really what you believe, Or do you feed your pain With fabricated reality? As though you set water on fire Like a burning desire to scream, Scream out to the stars Patterning your structured time. Day Fifteen Is what you hear Really what you listen, Or do you ease your soul With altered versions? A bubble of Denial Safeguarding broken hope, Protecting the One Second That lingers until today Day Thirty Is what you want Really what you need, Or do you earn smiles With your own idea of ecstasy? When truth catches up And One Second is over; You find reality pushing you Far beyond horizons, Into fantasy- A land known as Freedom.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
Thirty Days of One Second
Look into all of your pockets, And you will see, you have one or two and maybe even three. What do they go to? Your house, your car, a lock of some kind maybe? Each one with its own unique cut and different look Brink’s, Fargo “Safeguarding your valuables” is there motto. Putting all of your trust in hopes that they will do what there made for. So goes the saying, always trust the one you cannot see. It takes two keys to open your box at the bank in there vault Just like another type of box I know now. One key lowers your bed for the perfect fit, The other seals you in air tight and blocks out all the light. No locksmith needed, no slim Jim required These keys are all the same where ever you go. What is the value of what is inside? I know what hers will be worth, She should have two lira in hers and they’ll be covering her velvet eyelids, Because it’s to pay the ferry man to cross over to the other side. (CARSr. 4-25-12)
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May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
Skeleton Keys
I remember days when I'd write you letters, or wait for you after class. We'd sit in your dorm room and make each other laugh. Then they said I should go out and get her, but I sat on my *** And I forced myself to recognize that that's all in the past. So now I'm cold and isolated, Scorned and vindicated. Waiting on my fading star to rust. I'm wretched and I'm sick, Jealous as any other ***** I gave into the slave I know as lust. You might as well have been a million miles away. even if it was under a hundred. You might not have come over that day. Then we might still be in this bed. Instead I occupy this mattress alone, Safeguarding my heart behind my chest. Till I wither away to hair and bone. Till my identity is just a guess. Maybe I'll never find love again. Maybe I'm better off alone. There's only one way to find out, Follow the path I know is my own. Sorry I had to hurt you to see it.
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
Sorry Anna
how many times do you have to be burned before safeguarding is an instinctive reaction effective communication is a singed hand trying to grasp
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
beware forgetting to look out for yourself lest you be played for a fool
divine attraction between two enchanted souls safeguarding their bond
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
Platonic Love
Clap to the tune of the modern thymes. Ones lucky to get an Americano  for under £1.50p in London It's time to count the pennies by moving to Stoke on Trent Staffordshire it seems to be affordable unless all those London rehoused are already there. Its better than Croydon  though. oatmeal  crumbs yo see gives you a soft landing safeguarding the streets I feel a little  safer less bother
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Moving On.
at home in the desert consequently safe in the market place
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Safeguarding your soul when selling weaved baskets full of poems
I shall write from a room of my own. Kick tin at the cat on the roof “You're one of my favorites” He said. And said. Until he didn’t. Naiveté’s intoxicating allure Once duped Breeds contempt The mask slips. I failed to see the hot plate of my goose cooked For love of kindness While kissing your *** Eviscerations deflower nobler hearts to pay lessors’ intentions Beyond pale of reason Power’s addiction I shall not suffer wisely A fool indifferent The secrets we keep safeguarding delusion for hope’s sake. What we allow? Continues. A heart breaks Until it quakes. Then heart writes from a room of its own Kicks tin at the cat on the roof. ©2015 Kelley White
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Until it quakes
I loved the way she felt. Wearing her like a shirt. Soft and snug. I wrapped her arms around me, safeguarding her just as shes safeguarded me. Her essence following me everywhere I went. She was the perfect size. The way she wrapped around me. I buttoned her up, feeling the caress of her back. The deep dimple that ensued. Covering me with all of her. I blushed at the warmth she provided. When the time came, I hated to have to take her off. The fear of washing away the stain of memories we have created.
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
Shirt
Physical desires intertwine with emotional sensations; the gentle caress of skin speaks volumes about the essence of one’s character. Unveiling the joy nestled deep within your spirit, playful, alluring smiles flicker in the radiance of her being. As the weight of guilt, anger, and anxiety often shadows the one you cherish, mingling with the mysteries that linger unspoken. In the wake of a love that has slipped away, she dances through fragments of her dreams, clad in well-worn socks, still striving to find her footing. There’s a lingering fear of being tainted by another- whether through intimacy or confusion—yet she clings to the innocence of her youth. A lovely woman stands at your threshold, inviting you to embrace her; don’t hesitate to welcome her warmth, for her heart deserves to be cherished. Public displays of affection may be mere theatrics, but the sincerity behind your words can convey her true value, no matter the distance between you. Take pride in calling her yours, but remember, she is not a possession; she is a daughter of the Divine. Seek not your reward in her actions meant to please you, but rather find joy in the vulnerability she shares exclusively with you, unmasked and genuine. Honour her in such a way that even with her eyes closed, she can still feel your presence. Love your woman fiercely, safeguarding her as your treasured gem— not by offering the world, but by creating a sanctuary where both of you can thrive together
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Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 4:53 PM UTC
How to love her
Physical desires intertwine with emotional sensations; the gentle caress of skin speaks volumes about the essence of one’s character. Unveiling the joy nestled deep within your spirit, playful, alluring smiles flicker in the radiance of her being. As the weight of guilt, anger, and anxiety often shadows the one you cherish, mingling with the mysteries that linger unspoken. In the wake of a love that has slipped away, she dances through fragments of her dreams, clad in well-worn socks, still striving to find her footing. There’s a lingering fear of being tainted by another- whether through intimacy or confusion—yet she clings to the innocence of her youth. A lovely woman stands at your threshold, inviting you to embrace her; don’t hesitate to welcome her warmth, for her heart deserves to be cherished. Public displays of affection may be mere theatrics, but the sincerity behind your words can convey her true value, no matter the distance between you. Take pride in calling her yours, but remember, she is not a possession; she is a daughter of the Divine. Seek not your reward in her actions meant to please you, but rather find joy in the vulnerability she shares exclusively with you, unmasked and genuine. Honour her in such a way that even with her eyes closed, she can still feel your presence. Love your woman fiercely, safeguarding her as your treasured gem— not by offering the world, but by creating a sanctuary where both of you can thrive together
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there are so many types of pockets, especially for jeans. my favorite is the “ticket pocket,” that little pocket stitched inside a bigger front pocket, maybe also called a “watch” pocket, supposedly a cowboy designation for safeguarding their chained pocket watch receptacle. who ya kidding? anyway, a second naming more to my liking: seems cowboys put their train ticket where they could easily retrieve them as the conductor conducted himself properly, asking each passenger after every stop to show his ticket. so it came to be, Levi gave us pockets of variety, durable, baggy ones to carry our jewels comfortably, one for tightly ticket embracing, and further inspired that sewn on the hat of every railroad conductor, a russian motto, Trust but Verify. I myself use the ticket pocket for my keys, which in any other jeans pocket, movement causes cruel and unusual pain, but not if that huge bunch of jangling instruments of torture are tightly tucked in their own prison interior, incapable of doing hot yoga or any other stupid exercise requiring Bo jingling jangling movement Just don’t you dare ask me what the purpose of each key be, it is just a tortured secret for men in the private parts of their soul, to confess that keys carried for three houses ago, are a metallic proofs that men are indeed as dumb as women think they are... show me a rusted lock somewhere, I got an hour to try ‘em all
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
so many different kinds of pockets