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"shored" poems

A lowly hill which overlooks a flat, Half sea, half country side; A flat-shored sea of low-voiced creeping tide Over a chalky, weedy mat. A hill of hillocks, flowery and kept green Round Crosses raised for hope, With many-tinted sunsets where the slope Faces the lingering western sheen. A lowly hope, a height that is but low, While Time sets solemnly, While the tide rises of Eternity, Silent and neither swift nor slow.

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Christina Rossetti

Birchington Churchyard

A lowly hill which overlooks a flat, Half sea, half country side; A flat-shored sea of low-voiced creeping tide Over a chalky, weedy mat. A hill of hillocks, flowery and kept green Round Crosses raised for hope, With many-tinted sunsets where the slope Faces the lingering western sheen. A lowly hope, a height that is but low, While Time sets solemnly, While the tide rises of Eternity, Silent and neither swift nor slow.

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How did we settle for so little? When did we migrate back to the sea floor? At one point I saw our last days as children, at one point I saw starfish shored against the ruins, drowning in ten directions. In the empty space we used to breathe, something other than remaining: a life in tides less current.

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Feb 23, 2023

Feb 23, 2023 at 6:23 PM UTC

How did we settle for so little? When did we migrate back to the sea floor? At one point I saw our last days as children, at one point I saw starfish shored against the ruins, drowning in ten directions. In the empty space we used to breathe, something other than remaining: a life in tides less current.

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"There where that ray touches the plain And the shadows escape as if they really ran, Warsaw stands, open from all sides, A city not very old but quite famous. "Farther, where strings of rain hang from a little cloud, Under the hills with an acacia grove Is Prague. Above it, a marvelous castle Shored against a slope in accordance with old rules. "What divides this land with white foam Is the Alps. The black means fir forests. Beyond them, bathing in the yellow sun Italy lies, like a deep-blue dish. "Among the many fine cities that are there You will recogni2e Rome, Christendom's capital, By those round roofs on the church Called the Basilica of Saint Peter. "And there, to the north, beyond a bay, Where a level bluish mist moves in waves, Paris tries to keep pace with its tower And reins in its herd of bridges. "Also other cities accompany Paris, They are adorned with glass, arrayed in iron, But for today that would be too much, I'll tell the rest another time

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"There where that ray touches the plain And the shadows escape as if they really ran, Warsaw stands, open from all sides, A city not very old but quite famous. "Farther, where strings of rain hang from a little cloud, Under the hills with an acacia grove Is Prague. Above it, a marvelous castle Shored against a slope in accordance with old rules. "What divides this land with white foam Is the Alps. The black means fir forests. Beyond them, bathing in the yellow sun Italy lies, like a deep-blue dish. "Among the many fine cities that are there You will recogni2e Rome, Christendom's capital, By those round roofs on the church Called the Basilica of Saint Peter. "And there, to the north, beyond a bay, Where a level bluish mist moves in waves, Paris tries to keep pace with its tower And reins in its herd of bridges. "Also other cities accompany Paris, They are adorned with glass, arrayed in iron, But for today that would be too much, I'll tell the rest another time

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a pale malvolent hand shines as brightly in the dark a body moves quietly slightly **** to stark mechanically watching waiting in the dark and the games still have yet to start eyes of blue crystal and far from expression jewels shored in the owners head without them they'd surely be dead should it be non living human not quite but slightly an android moves with a grace that is someone paranoid a voice cuts into the ears like razor blades not quite hot but yet it blazes nails long but unpainted fingers long like broken sticks one cuts off still leaving six..

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Jul 19, 2010

Jul 19, 2010 at 8:57 AM UTC

kasaundra-watta

Non Living Human

a pale malvolent hand shines as brightly in the dark a body moves quietly slightly **** to stark mechanically watching waiting in the dark and the games still have yet to start eyes of blue crystal and far from expression jewels shored in the owners head without them they'd surely be dead should it be non living human not quite but slightly an android moves with a grace that is someone paranoid a voice cuts into the ears like razor blades not quite hot but yet it blazes nails long but unpainted fingers long like broken sticks one cuts off still leaving six..

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Someone said your eyes were like crystals I say they are exquisite diamonds that make you sparkle For even though my station of poverty is cruel, You are now and always my most precious jewel To be beholden by your golden charms at leisure Brings me daily so much pleasure, Each time you glide into view As an angel on gilded wings of air. You persuaded me illicitly with your smile So captivating it entrapped and dangled keys to a cage of fate, Where I grin beyond its iron gates, Here I am yours truly, the world’s happiest prisoner. For this prison of fate holds and subjugates My fickle heart to your powers innate, At any time you could with one wink command me to remain Enslave me with your iridescent eyes to tame, in your domain When you speak, little bells register in my head and echo in my heart Striking me sharper than Japanese swords... your romantic words And love, our hearts greatest reward, comes forward so delicately, Shored and anchored by respect.......... pure in every aspect Treating your fickle heart as gently it deserves, Yet how cruel thou art to taunt me this way, To withhold thy love until now........ all this bliss I missed, Knowing you could transform my world with a kiss. Thus you pulled my heart from an Abyss, Stripping me and burnishing my feelings with happiness, The freedom of innocence and youth come back as the only truths, The truth is I would give it all to have just only you.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC

Someone said your eyes were like crystals I say they are exquisite diamonds that make you sparkle For even though my station of poverty is cruel, You are now and always my most precious jewel To be beholden by your golden charms at leisure Brings me daily so much pleasure, Each time you glide into view As an angel on gilded wings of air. You persuaded me illicitly with your smile So captivating it entrapped and dangled keys to a cage of fate, Where I grin beyond its iron gates, Here I am yours truly, the world’s happiest prisoner. For this prison of fate holds and subjugates My fickle heart to your powers innate, At any time you could with one wink command me to remain Enslave me with your iridescent eyes to tame, in your domain When you speak, little bells register in my head and echo in my heart Striking me sharper than Japanese swords... your romantic words And love, our hearts greatest reward, comes forward so delicately, Shored and anchored by respect.......... pure in every aspect Treating your fickle heart as gently it deserves, Yet how cruel thou art to taunt me this way, To withhold thy love until now........ all this bliss I missed, Knowing you could transform my world with a kiss. Thus you pulled my heart from an Abyss, Stripping me and burnishing my feelings with happiness, The freedom of innocence and youth come back as the only truths, The truth is I would give it all to have just only you.

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Inviting. The thin blue flame in my night-burnt fire grows dim as dawn unquiets another day's numberless happenings, culls light from dark and carries life forward while I, in sated mood, watch first ***** in sparrowed pools lost on those still bedded and fastened to sleep, hear Spring-born lambs' early bleat, smell warming grass dewed with new morning and catch first breeze stirring shored boats as sand twirls grasses in shivering dunes. Unlatched my window wafts lures to ****** some moments of closer approach as closeted dawn opens eyes and secretes rising smoke on sun's thaw inviting a barefoot cavort to wild-life's awesome nature, all on my own.

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC

Inviting. The thin blue flame in my night-burnt fire grows dim as dawn unquiets another day's numberless happenings, culls light from dark and carries life forward while I, in sated mood, watch first ***** in sparrowed pools lost on those still bedded and fastened to sleep, hear Spring-born lambs' early bleat, smell warming grass dewed with new morning and catch first breeze stirring shored boats as sand twirls grasses in shivering dunes. Unlatched my window wafts lures to ****** some moments of closer approach as closeted dawn opens eyes and secretes rising smoke on sun's thaw inviting a barefoot cavort to wild-life's awesome nature, all on my own.

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the city's moon fixated in its peoples tics and behaviour crass and mentally fractured traction acts the loony satellite makes sway for rude construction padding our ego psychology nothing simple allowed we are all a manic reference of each other the city weather is steered by currents of gossip withhold your info culture clutches misguiding alliances treasure your details it is your only insurance this city it's a view to thrill but it odors me til ill ****** privacy and get undressed too much time here harbouring thirst quibbling hurt feelings signals ; Life Emitting Distress so lock up the night city stars mar-glaring bulbs of pity-me staring about for vagrancy i flip up my hood lucent pandery eyes span the communal routes search us out merchandise and mood i turn down an alleyway and am confronted a vain and voyeuristic fan tail varieties cocktail of sales and entertainment ad lights send out sonar 'pings' wing-ed ; fencing judgement i wear pricy contacts to veil my retinas and my hood is lined with aluminium i cough and concentrate on breath commemorate each step undertaken weaponize my walk eyes low my being is voided into guise heading further from the city centre i can straighten from my defensive pose in amongst the dwellings the urban effect dwindles kindled instead by the dosey soup wash of streetlights delights; the holy crop of them webbing outward retching past our boundaries shored back upon natures breath (so i imagine)

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Nov 8, 2022

Nov 8, 2022 at 9:03 PM UTC

c i t y L.E.D.s

the city's moon fixated in its peoples tics and behaviour crass and mentally fractured traction acts the loony satellite makes sway for rude construction padding our ego psychology nothing simple allowed we are all a manic reference of each other the city weather is steered by currents of gossip withhold your info culture clutches misguiding alliances treasure your details it is your only insurance this city it's a view to thrill but it odors me til ill ****** privacy and get undressed too much time here harbouring thirst quibbling hurt feelings signals ; Life Emitting Distress so lock up the night city stars mar-glaring bulbs of pity-me staring about for vagrancy i flip up my hood lucent pandery eyes span the communal routes search us out merchandise and mood i turn down an alleyway and am confronted a vain and voyeuristic fan tail varieties cocktail of sales and entertainment ad lights send out sonar 'pings' wing-ed ; fencing judgement i wear pricy contacts to veil my retinas and my hood is lined with aluminium i cough and concentrate on breath commemorate each step undertaken weaponize my walk eyes low my being is voided into guise heading further from the city centre i can straighten from my defensive pose in amongst the dwellings the urban effect dwindles kindled instead by the dosey soup wash of streetlights delights; the holy crop of them webbing outward retching past our boundaries shored back upon natures breath (so i imagine)

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I lay ****** on the beach curling my toes in the sand, my hands shadow over my face, as the lapping sea's sound flowed by old toothless fishermen playing dominoes over the only shaded ground. I watched an ant climbing grains, and thought how the soft yellow that surrounded my soft trance must have seemed endless, and the soft ruffle of the waves like a roaring bellow for his scuttling legs and faceless head. I watched the women's bodies, the firm flabby all salty and wet, bikinis hiding secrets I desperately wanted to learn and keep just for myself, a cheap pleasure left denied as I lay aroused in ****** unrest. And then a boat shored up. Four fishermen dropped a shark in the shallows and took to it with a blade. Off with its head to retrieve the hook, fade red into blue like smoke exhaling out, a clean slice from headless neck to already fin-less stub. In less than five minutes they left, and their ****** mess stirred up all the woman, who I had already mentally undressed.

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Nov 18, 2011

Nov 18, 2011 at 10:51 PM UTC

I lay ****** on the beach curling my toes in the sand, my hands shadow over my face, as the lapping sea's sound flowed by old toothless fishermen playing dominoes over the only shaded ground. I watched an ant climbing grains, and thought how the soft yellow that surrounded my soft trance must have seemed endless, and the soft ruffle of the waves like a roaring bellow for his scuttling legs and faceless head. I watched the women's bodies, the firm flabby all salty and wet, bikinis hiding secrets I desperately wanted to learn and keep just for myself, a cheap pleasure left denied as I lay aroused in ****** unrest. And then a boat shored up. Four fishermen dropped a shark in the shallows and took to it with a blade. Off with its head to retrieve the hook, fade red into blue like smoke exhaling out, a clean slice from headless neck to already fin-less stub. In less than five minutes they left, and their ****** mess stirred up all the woman, who I had already mentally undressed.

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Like ashes from a burning sea Her sandy beaches lay Shored upon the land it coats From forceful ocean wave And as the tide draw up at dusk The beach is coaxed within Until tomorrow she must hide Til tide retreats again

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Jun 10, 2016

Jun 10, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC

Like ashes from a burning sea Her sandy beaches lay Shored upon the land it coats From forceful ocean wave And as the tide draw up at dusk The beach is coaxed within Until tomorrow she must hide Til tide retreats again

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my mind was a fog... my heart became a bomb then the quiet explosion turning into tiny particles... floating through empty space like a valley with no echo holding your absence shored against the ruins... drowning in ten directions i could hear the water at the edge of all things in the middle of this nowhere hope becomes a loss.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC

ashley-somebody

my mind was a fog... my heart became a bomb then the quiet explosion turning into tiny particles... floating through empty space like a valley with no echo holding your absence shored against the ruins... drowning in ten directions i could hear the water at the edge of all things in the middle of this nowhere hope becomes a loss.

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1171 On the World you colored Morning painted rose— Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards I the Day before Conquered with the Robin— Misery, how fair Till your wrinkled Finger Shored the sun away Midnight’s awful Pattern In the Goods of Day—

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Emily Dickinson

On the World you colored

1171 On the World you colored Morning painted rose— Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards I the Day before Conquered with the Robin— Misery, how fair Till your wrinkled Finger Shored the sun away Midnight’s awful Pattern In the Goods of Day—

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I grew up by the seashore Never learning how to swim Saw sunrise turn to sunset As the lazy waves turned in Years of watching the horizon Spent changing with the tides The ocean breeze still pulled me home The deep blue still mystified

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC

I grew up by the seashore Never learning how to swim Saw sunrise turn to sunset As the lazy waves turned in Years of watching the horizon Spent changing with the tides The ocean breeze still pulled me home The deep blue still mystified

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crowds can call out derisions to the ceilings echo the wages of minnows shored tales of your innocence brightly sparkle as diamonds culled from oysters shelled a vessel floated calls her name it has set sail along a closer destination from thy port speak as the devil might and claim the rightly port to hull survey the wind oh August wind a September dawns and memories can fade like women waving from a shore I wish for you to make a wave of congratulations but you sent missives to my mate I set sail a while ago I float now above any waves the sea might try to sink me into

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Sep 8, 2017

Sep 8, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC

crowds can call out derisions to the ceilings echo the wages of minnows shored tales of your innocence brightly sparkle as diamonds culled from oysters shelled a vessel floated calls her name it has set sail along a closer destination from thy port speak as the devil might and claim the rightly port to hull survey the wind oh August wind a September dawns and memories can fade like women waving from a shore I wish for you to make a wave of congratulations but you sent missives to my mate I set sail a while ago I float now above any waves the sea might try to sink me into

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I’ve burnt my tongue On the ashen words forgotten past Forgotten year the bitter-sweet Destroying the dark past Up in flames I see the writing in the sky I see the writing on the wall Social graces social falls White noise Amber hate Static whispers crawling deep Keep the dream slow and sweet Nine fathoms deep a buzz and rush I feel the situation hopeless. You claim ‘Love’ but what is That really? my fingers are numb Love is no reason or excuse. One must feel love to accept love- and I do not feel or believe in it. Everything is shutdown. Out of order Come back tomorrow. Try again. No pass no admittance. No crime or punishment. No smiles or tears with me. A blank wall. Cold brick. Cracks shored up again and again. A full time job shoring up these cracks Crumbling cave ins I think of you everyday & often still. I cry when I see love stories & heartbreak. I cry when I hear 'there is always hope.' I had so little faith & was so afraid. I never wanted to hurt you. I hope you can forgive me giving up losing hope. I am still in love with you. I pray now those feelings fade. Love doesnt thrive in the dark gathering dust but set free a proclamation a declaration a truth shone in light . No shame. No closet feelings buried ; No whispered desires and intentions Faith? The illusion crumbled in my hands and faded from my eyes. I could not SEE how we were supposed to BE Too many lies weakened the line. So weak ripping easily this love line no longer yours or mine sayonara love mine love line Its all Hay wire a fine Tangle and bind Be so kind & hang up your hang ups clashed with mine no nurture no teddy bear cuddle But sharp cuts a twisting jumble of words lost in the rumble Lost in rhyme delete unfollow block mute ban hide I still know your alive. © Lesley Wood https://soundcloud.com/royalejelly/haywire-ft-lescelin

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Oct 19, 2016

Oct 19, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC

I’ve burnt my tongue On the ashen words forgotten past Forgotten year the bitter-sweet Destroying the dark past Up in flames I see the writing in the sky I see the writing on the wall Social graces social falls White noise Amber hate Static whispers crawling deep Keep the dream slow and sweet Nine fathoms deep a buzz and rush I feel the situation hopeless. You claim ‘Love’ but what is That really? my fingers are numb Love is no reason or excuse. One must feel love to accept love- and I do not feel or believe in it. Everything is shutdown. Out of order Come back tomorrow. Try again. No pass no admittance. No crime or punishment. No smiles or tears with me. A blank wall. Cold brick. Cracks shored up again and again. A full time job shoring up these cracks Crumbling cave ins I think of you everyday & often still. I cry when I see love stories & heartbreak. I cry when I hear 'there is always hope.' I had so little faith & was so afraid. I never wanted to hurt you. I hope you can forgive me giving up losing hope. I am still in love with you. I pray now those feelings fade. Love doesnt thrive in the dark gathering dust but set free a proclamation a declaration a truth shone in light . No shame. No closet feelings buried ; No whispered desires and intentions Faith? The illusion crumbled in my hands and faded from my eyes. I could not SEE how we were supposed to BE Too many lies weakened the line. So weak ripping easily this love line no longer yours or mine sayonara love mine love line Its all Hay wire a fine Tangle and bind Be so kind & hang up your hang ups clashed with mine no nurture no teddy bear cuddle But sharp cuts a twisting jumble of words lost in the rumble Lost in rhyme delete unfollow block mute ban hide I still know your alive. © Lesley Wood https://soundcloud.com/royalejelly/haywire-ft-lescelin

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filled with pleasant praises, add to the noise outsiders merely hear a clanging gong misguided stooge, highest priority poise broken, segmented; melodious song pitchy, discordant, strident, jumbled throng cackle, not laughter; like nails on chalkboard screeching halt, hacked lung, dissonant ding-dong novice strum, harsh ring, disagreeing chord overpoweringly awful, not dexterously ignored discrepant dichotomy, add worldly confusion you learned disciples, jarringly shored bash uncomfortable jangles, chime the delusion like the bells in your tower, you inharmonious bunch wanderers offput by your lazy, Sunday punch

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC

filled with pleasant praises, add to the noise outsiders merely hear a clanging gong misguided stooge, highest priority poise broken, segmented; melodious song pitchy, discordant, strident, jumbled throng cackle, not laughter; like nails on chalkboard screeching halt, hacked lung, dissonant ding-dong novice strum, harsh ring, disagreeing chord overpoweringly awful, not dexterously ignored discrepant dichotomy, add worldly confusion you learned disciples, jarringly shored bash uncomfortable jangles, chime the delusion like the bells in your tower, you inharmonious bunch wanderers offput by your lazy, Sunday punch

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It’s still lurking, always waiting These thoughts intruding can’t be ignored Coming and going yet still no abating. After so long, surely it must be fading; But with one odd cue to be suddenly restored; No, it’s still there, lurking, always waiting. Coating sight with its own bleak plating, Is there some strange goal it aims toward, With this coming and going but no abating? With its grim dusk so many times shading, Stealing moments you dearly afford. It’s still there lurking, always waiting. Where does it hide between its fierce invading? So silent and sure wherever it’s shored, As it keeps coming and going yet not abating Anything for respite is up for trading, But such a perk it never would award No, always it will be there lurking, waiting, Relentlessly coming and going, but never abating.

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Dec 20, 2011

Dec 20, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC

Where Does the Pain Go?

It’s still lurking, always waiting These thoughts intruding can’t be ignored Coming and going yet still no abating. After so long, surely it must be fading; But with one odd cue to be suddenly restored; No, it’s still there, lurking, always waiting. Coating sight with its own bleak plating, Is there some strange goal it aims toward, With this coming and going but no abating? With its grim dusk so many times shading, Stealing moments you dearly afford. It’s still there lurking, always waiting. Where does it hide between its fierce invading? So silent and sure wherever it’s shored, As it keeps coming and going yet not abating Anything for respite is up for trading, But such a perk it never would award No, always it will be there lurking, waiting, Relentlessly coming and going, but never abating.

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Hear me, my dear.... Let me pop up my plans on this blue moon day delight Your glittering eyes Fluttered my shuttered heart Your cherry cheers shored up my sunken soul Your melodious voice Mellowed my bullish ego Your bouncing beauty spurred up my dormant passions Your heart is my home divine So sure I am for you Your matchless features Make me your perfect catch May I warm up with your charm And lead a princely life of my princess choice? For the blush of wife to be Be the bliss of life that be

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC

On a dating day

Hear me, my dear.... Let me pop up my plans on this blue moon day delight Your glittering eyes Fluttered my shuttered heart Your cherry cheers shored up my sunken soul Your melodious voice Mellowed my bullish ego Your bouncing beauty spurred up my dormant passions Your heart is my home divine So sure I am for you Your matchless features Make me your perfect catch May I warm up with your charm And lead a princely life of my princess choice? For the blush of wife to be Be the bliss of life that be

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There is no sea without the shore. All shored up, afraid to bridge the gap...to cross that line & take to the unkown...

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Jun 23, 2017

Jun 23, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC

There is no sea without the shore. All shored up, afraid to bridge the gap...to cross that line & take to the unkown...

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--::-- Like ashes from a burning sea Her sandy beaches lay Shored upon the land it coats From forceful ocean wave --::-- And as the tide draw up at dusk The beach is coaxed within Until tomorrow she must hide Til tide retreats again --::--

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC

--::-- Like ashes from a burning sea Her sandy beaches lay Shored upon the land it coats From forceful ocean wave --::-- And as the tide draw up at dusk The beach is coaxed within Until tomorrow she must hide Til tide retreats again --::--

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The being-within forbode as it drifted, departing deluded in deluge distraught. The being-without forbidding and driving; touched upon timeless, eternal and taught. The being-unbeckoned unbeknownst in its slumber; moved within, moved without, shored up and sluice. The being-untowards interred intermittently; inauthenticly stood at the precipice gorged.

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Oct 14, 2016

Oct 14, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC

The being-within forbode as it drifted, departing deluded in deluge distraught. The being-without forbidding and driving; touched upon timeless, eternal and taught. The being-unbeckoned unbeknownst in its slumber; moved within, moved without, shored up and sluice. The being-untowards interred intermittently; inauthenticly stood at the precipice gorged.

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The lime, Shored up, spine cracked And open paged Is ridden with vine, Life Rife with tree and green A hidden lung To which you inspired, This rich tapestry of coral From old looms of woven Word. As time washes them to the sea And their beached bones populate the beaches I rest my feet on the shores of shores The neap of these spires The catch of your breath And am left without any. One of the minnows Cast in the light As blades of chaff in a summer plain Flares, as a star in the dappled light To become the murk of dancing sea. As babel casts distance between our words Flowers and plants we drink and burn Our church is upon the water, Where God writes his testament in the rock And shows us Our image Reflected on the sea Where I come to understand Command The path of all beneath The current made With every stroke Guided and goaded With rice and stick With love and fear I knew Him in me. The deep holds Your waning disk Twilight dyes the waters I saw the wonder placed in us Traced upon the fleeing skies I have no words for your kindness I found etched between the ancient grains Only that I wish I could see them better Written for more familiar shores. As darkness blots the sky with ink And the ocean fades into crashing waves I am left with but the faintest warmth of day Whispered 'long the breeze.

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Jan 8, 2020

Jan 8, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC

Koh Phi Phi Noi

The lime, Shored up, spine cracked And open paged Is ridden with vine, Life Rife with tree and green A hidden lung To which you inspired, This rich tapestry of coral From old looms of woven Word. As time washes them to the sea And their beached bones populate the beaches I rest my feet on the shores of shores The neap of these spires The catch of your breath And am left without any. One of the minnows Cast in the light As blades of chaff in a summer plain Flares, as a star in the dappled light To become the murk of dancing sea. As babel casts distance between our words Flowers and plants we drink and burn Our church is upon the water, Where God writes his testament in the rock And shows us Our image Reflected on the sea Where I come to understand Command The path of all beneath The current made With every stroke Guided and goaded With rice and stick With love and fear I knew Him in me. The deep holds Your waning disk Twilight dyes the waters I saw the wonder placed in us Traced upon the fleeing skies I have no words for your kindness I found etched between the ancient grains Only that I wish I could see them better Written for more familiar shores. As darkness blots the sky with ink And the ocean fades into crashing waves I am left with but the faintest warmth of day Whispered 'long the breeze.

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Hear me, my dear.... Let me pop up my plans on this blue moon day delight Your glittering eyes Fluttered my shuttered heart Your cherry cheers shored up my sunken soul Your melodious voice Mellowed my bullish ego Your bouncing beauty spurred up my dormant passions Your heart is my home divine So sure I am for you Your matchless features Make me your perfect catch May I warm up with your charm And lead a princely life of my princess choice? For the blush of wife to be Be the bliss of life that be

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC

On a dating day

Hear me, my dear.... Let me pop up my plans on this blue moon day delight Your glittering eyes Fluttered my shuttered heart Your cherry cheers shored up my sunken soul Your melodious voice Mellowed my bullish ego Your bouncing beauty spurred up my dormant passions Your heart is my home divine So sure I am for you Your matchless features Make me your perfect catch May I warm up with your charm And lead a princely life of my princess choice? For the blush of wife to be Be the bliss of life that be

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Like ashes from a burning sea Her sandy beaches lay Shored upon the land it coats From forceful ocean wave And as the tide draw up at dusk The beach is coaxed within Until tomorrow she must hide Til tide retreats again

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Jun 2, 2017

Jun 2, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC

Like ashes from a burning sea Her sandy beaches lay Shored upon the land it coats From forceful ocean wave And as the tide draw up at dusk The beach is coaxed within Until tomorrow she must hide Til tide retreats again

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Out doors Forboden shored Pacific mist Graceful fits Exhale Inhale Deflate Inflate Entwined intellects Heart of spades Hollowed haze Can't find the end of this maze Cryptic graves O forgotten staves Twirled canes lawless days Forgotten Czars Cross scattered scars

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May 26, 2019

May 26, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC

Out doors Forboden shored Pacific mist Graceful fits Exhale Inhale Deflate Inflate Entwined intellects Heart of spades Hollowed haze Can't find the end of this maze Cryptic graves O forgotten staves Twirled canes lawless days Forgotten Czars Cross scattered scars

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Flaxen seed amour', mine all, distant shored plore I giveth thee... Begging on hand's and knees to letteth me fill thine wound's with holiness serum...... A lilac blush I shalt layeth upon thy cheek as blushing thou shalt do, from all mine affection towards thee, and me and thou through the celestial darkness shalt wing to the moon....we shalt maketh the news, As the silent human's shalt be tearied eyed from ourn devotion!! Ourn bodie's to sway in unearthly motion to smile at eachother's reflection's again....trading in all sin for ournselves to be reincarnated to ourn past life selves... As ourn finger's shalt swell......... From locking ourn ring's soo tightly!!!!!! Angelic matrimony ring's I mean.....

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Jul 2, 2015

Jul 2, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC

Angelic rings....

Flaxen seed amour', mine all, distant shored plore I giveth thee... Begging on hand's and knees to letteth me fill thine wound's with holiness serum...... A lilac blush I shalt layeth upon thy cheek as blushing thou shalt do, from all mine affection towards thee, and me and thou through the celestial darkness shalt wing to the moon....we shalt maketh the news, As the silent human's shalt be tearied eyed from ourn devotion!! Ourn bodie's to sway in unearthly motion to smile at eachother's reflection's again....trading in all sin for ournselves to be reincarnated to ourn past life selves... As ourn finger's shalt swell......... From locking ourn ring's soo tightly!!!!!! Angelic matrimony ring's I mean.....

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