Tag: Verse
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Desert Hearts – A Poem from Long Ago
Why do I reach for something just to have it slip away causing pain desert hearts no life inside waiting for the rain © ceenoa
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Emotography – Week 1/2016
I thought I would try something different with my weekly photos this year, so I have decided that I will choose one photo each week that evoked a particular feeling or emotion. Forlorn These last feathers lying lone against the stone no more sky blue flights or chirps at break of dawn. © ceenoa
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Return to Work
Today I returned to work, a duty that I could not shirk, I’ve had 5 weeks of leave, a most joyous reprieve, but now those free days are done. It’s not that I don’t understand the expectations life has of man that at the end of the day we should pay our own way but…
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #73: Black & White – Perception
avatars of truth perceive only black or white blind to the rainbow © ceenoa
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50 Annual Revolutions
the life that is I has revolved, 50 annuals – when all years are told, I hope that there’s more, left in my time store, ’cause it doesn’t seem much, when you’re on the cusp, of the gathering run, towards life’s setting sun, and it seems fair to say, that back in the day, when…
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A Poem From Long Ago
If I tried hard enough I guess I could not love you with the fierce determination the way I do. truth be told I am afraid to let go after I have given so much of me to you
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Motes of the Unsaid
Like dry sand running through your fingers, faint susurrations of thought, ephemeral and non cohesive, falling in motes of the unsaid, creating a beach at my feet. Where is the torrent, the raging waters of inspiration? Where is the jumble and collide caused by the tides of imagination? I am marooned in the calm empty…
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One Day Love – A Poem from Long Ago
One day love will stumble out, from the corner where you left it, and you won’t want to send her back. But I think that I will be gone by then. © ceenoa
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Thank Goodness it is the Weekend
the monkeys in the coconuts lead happy, stress-free lives the rest of us must carry on like worker-drones in hives obeying expectations when we really ought to flee our self-perpetuating slavery from which we can’t break free. © ceenoa
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #58: Rise & Save – Equilibrium
When anger clamours save your equilibrium don’t rise to the bait © ceenoa
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