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February 25, 2013 04:17 PM UTC --
Disclosure
Exposure
Foreclosure
Composure.
Home is where
You hang your hat
Spirit is what
Blesses that.
Love is how you
Warm a home
Between four walls
Or as you roam.
(c) Stacey . . .
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November 19, 2012 08:21 PM UTC --
Forty is a milestone
Finally all fear is gone
Embrace the moments alone
Inner comfort is home.
Slide into your own skin.
Time . . .
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June 30, 2012 12:12 AM UTC --
Each soft flutter
Silent mutter
Transformation
My elation
Cocoon burst
Past the worst
Caterpillar gone
Now moving on
World awaits
Not too late
Spread my wings
What flowers bring . . .
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May 09, 2012 01:35 PM UTC --
I had to stop in to wish a very happy birthday to Mariana T., distinguished artist, photographer, writer and friend.
She is the leader of Gather group Shedding Light (and other great groups) . . .
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May 01, 2012 03:00 PM UTC --
Snappy flapper
For men so dapper
Arcade card
Forever star.
Tummy bare
Cropped hair
Modern flair
Only I dare...
Hold his head
Small not dead
In my hands,
At my command! . . .
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April 13, 2012 10:07 PM UTC --
Strong, solid, timeless
I lean into its history
Rustling leaves overhead
Soft moss under bare soles
Birds, squirrels, worms
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February 28, 2012 12:08 PM UTC --
The Rhyme Sublime prompt is a day behind,
For awhile I thought I was losing my mind
My dear childhood friend suddenly died,
I asked why then cried . . .
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February 28, 2012 11:58 AM UTC --
Dear Sister,
"I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date!
No time to say hello, goodbye! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!"
Hurry, scurry, no worry, some bunny . . .
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February 20, 2012 03:08 PM UTC --
The Rhyme Sublime prompt for Week 6 is to write a poem about spring. It might not be here quite yet but the signs are all around us. Get out of those winter doldrums to spring into springtime thoughts. . . .
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February 20, 2012 02:57 PM UTC --
Green tips peek
Squirrels sneak
Birds chatter
Rain patters.
Sunshine glow
Grab a hoe
Turning earth
Praise its worth
Daffodil . . .
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February 13, 2012 04:11 PM UTC --
The Rhyme Sublime prompt for week 5 is to write a poem using 20 words. I enjoy Genre Shorties and decided to follow a similar concept for this week's prompt. No particular form needs to be used. . . .
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February 13, 2012 03:59 PM UTC --
Dewdrop kiss
Blankets lips
Sultry bliss
Joining hips.
Magic eyes
Capture me
Mesmerize
Poetry...
In motion
Symmetry
Love . . .
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February 08, 2012 12:04 PM UTC --
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire....
Get that muck outta my mouth of mire!
Nutty buddy, feels dirty and muddy
Stuck up, mucked up, oh what the f---?
We don't need no water, . . .
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February 08, 2012 09:02 AM UTC --
Pavement crouches beneath my feet
Walking through gentle rain
Each step makes me feel pain
Pavement crouches beneath my feet.
Walking through gentle rain
Movement heals body and soul . . .
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February 07, 2012 10:09 PM UTC --
Breath of love
His gentle caress
Stars above
Beyond duress.
Sun lights moon
Tree bows to wind
Flowers . . .
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February 06, 2012 07:00 PM UTC --
Tomato red lips
Luscious rounded hips
Lacy see through slip
Lip gloss shimmer
Rear view mirror
Beyond the glimmer
Prism quartz crystal
Hair covered hand
Horny wolf man
Shoots off his . . .
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February 06, 2012 12:59 PM UTC --
The Rhyme Sublime prompt for week 4 is to write a rhyming love poem. No particular structure needs to be followed. Let your love light shine, love feels so fine. Love poems can be dedicated to a lover, . . .
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February 06, 2012 12:46 PM UTC --
Glowing morning with love on deck
Headed out to share a small boat
No warning signs, all appeared well
On calm seas we went afloat.
Forever friends, odd first date
Only two seafarers . . .
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February 02, 2012 08:18 PM UTC --
His hand brushed against my face
I thought it was love at first sight
Never realized his bark would bite
His hand brushed against my face.
I thought it was love at first sight
Bruised . . .
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January 30, 2012 09:12 AM UTC --
The streets are cold, the night is dark
Got tired of sleeping in the park.
Now they think I'm a ruthless shark
The bite's for real, screw the bark.
© Stacey Mamasaid . . .
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