Tag: #loveisaverb
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Swords & Flowers

It’s been a long walk To the house softness. I sulk, balk and talk.. Of extreme-unfairness To the sharp edges..Swords are safe hedgesFlowers are lethal truthSo strange, yet smoothI see the real form nowAs the veil lifts like a doveStill love the sword more Sheathed now by flower door
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Birthing One-Self

I am the good girl thatShunned her shadow &Was forced to kiss them!They tasted of pain & Grief & loss & hate & shame.It was my own AuschwitzWithin, desperate to holdOn to hope amidst theInvisible, internal torture ofThe Dark soul of the night.When I had learnt to cradleMy two year old wee self I was…
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Ascent With My Beast

On some odd days In many different waysMy mind asks Amidst many tasksWhy do you ride?Is it to hide?Or is it sheer prideTo broadcast world wide?It became a puzzle..!& I had to arm wrestleWith this tricky questionSpewed by my inner function It left me paralyzed Also partially euthanizedThen one afternoon, Thankful very soon.. It came…
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My Blue Maiden

Like the golden cloud puffOn a winter evening I am Soaked in the sunset huesI look down on the blue dotAnd wonder about her life This beauty far belowEnchanting, enticing, enamoringMy urge to reach for her growsAnd takes a life of its own..On which I have no controlThen I am pushed beyond myShape & form…
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Wild Beasts & The Lass

I wander the world &Arrive at the door. AsI walk in I am greeted, By wild beasts with big eyes and RoyalBronze skin that shinesLike the setting sun inThe horizon on a happyWinter evening. And IAm crying tears of joy .. For between them standsA girl happy as a clam – Her I have searched…
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The Shape Of Love

Love, a word most used.. Everywhere, by all, oftenA cloud of opinions trail itLike a train of a brideWalking down the aisle.. But lately, to me, it isn’tA Word. I see it in variousShapes, forms, acts ..The dog jumping into my Bed to wake me in the morningNeighbors kid running to hisDad returning from work,…
