Tag: #dverse poets

When the Wind Moves

When the wind moves through trees on my morning stroll I hear the breeze calling, a longing within my soul‘Come, write what you hear me playing, let the words float free like I do on a brisk sunny day.’ When I’m in my sacred…

Many Lives

Once, in a past life reading, a psychic told me in one of my previous lives I was a black man living on a southern plantation shortly after the Civil War. In this life, I was in my twenties, recently ‘freed’ and hungry for…

Myst-ery

Myst-ery, goddess with blue raven locks and eyes diablo greenbut for the fiery torchlight burning between, she’s unseenWith deadly calm she lures you down the path of exile tempting your sinful flesh with her feminine guile, and though you know all the whileshe sings…

This Is The Place

This is the place I long to be strolling secret streets of Paris, hand in hand were we, with every precious moment cherished We walked worn brick paths each day regardless of the weathercome rain showers, come sunshine, we explored together For it is…

Desert Freeze

I herald in the New Year with a sinus infection. My head is as cloudy as the grey January sky, weighted and heavy as lead. There’s a threat of below freezing weather tonight here in the desert so we throw burlap over the tenderest…

Prisoners of Time, Revised

We are all virtual prisoners of time guarded by ticking hands of the clocktrapped in flashbacks gnawing at our minds that feed our fears as we take useless stock A vapid predator in the night they stalk when we are most vulnerable and weak…

Prisoners of Time

We are all virtual prisoners of time guarded by ticking hands of the clocktrapped in flashbacks gnawing at our minds that feed our fears as we take useless stock A vapid predator in the night they stalk when we are most vulnerable and weak…

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