Poet's blog: "Poetry"

A String of pearls

Each pearl solitary

In its uniqueness

Beautiful yet flawed

Contrasting her body

Hair splayed - a halo

Framing

A face turned

In self reflection

A string of pearls

Its length determined

By the many dreams

That strung it

Lips compressed

Lightly smiling

Dreamlike countenance

Of skin naked

Against fur soft

A string of pearls

Framed by

Upturned breasts

 A moment inviting

Soft hands

Delicately caressing

The coolness

Of a string of pearls

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Window

Winter chill

Moisture laden view

Lips pressed against

My breath fogs

I look

Grey eyes

Searching

For you

Bleakness stares back

My vision fades

As icicles

Formed from tears

Freezes my soul

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Sidewalk

A sidewalk not traveled

To you or

From you to me.

Like a song not heard

This sidewalk not traveled

To you or

From you to me

A flavor not tasted

As I close my eyes to think of you yet

This sidewalk not traveled

To you or

From you to me

A bed not loved in

Memories of touches missed

This sidewalk not traveled

To you or

From you to me

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Belong

Shall I belong to a song

Or a chord

Of a six string guitar.

Shall I belong to a color

Be it red or blue

And its corresponding passion.

Shall I belong to me

Or shall it be you.

The smile on your face

Says it all

I shall

And that is all.

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I will take you
on a flight of fancy
upon the wings of pain/pleasure
of nibbles and bites
I will draw you a bath
of caresses and kisses
and shower your soul
with the fragrance of my essence
I will keep you near
the edge of eternity
and only I will decide
when you have release

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Desired

Interesting conundrum

Describing perfection

Personified

In you

Apple white skin

Blemish free

Yet fresh

As from the tree

Eyes inquisitive

Clarity spoken

Coffee alert

Soulful understanding

Lips full

Jellybean sweet

Broadened smile

Knowingly

Hands Alabaster,

Finely Chiseled

Piano Elegant.

Softly beckoning.

Walls erected

Feelings protected

Silent screams

Love me

Heart strength

Nurture complete

Mother of child

Loves abound

Most important

My Friend

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never settling

who am I ?

where did I go?

how did I come to be

a stranger in a mirror

looking back at me?

I remember a younger face

that once looked back.

this other person has

enjoyed life though,

seen many wonderful things,

and have a happiness inside

that shines through the

wrinkled face looking back

at me..

yet I search

for that which seems missing

my head hurts because, but still

I sample the chocolates

taking a bite

and if it is offensive

leave half behind

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Chemo

Every hour

The needle

Drawing

My soul

Every hour

The needle

Puncturing

My soul

Every hour

The needle

Blood red

My flow

Every hour

The needle

Burning

My soul

Chemical haircut

Smooth

As

A baby’s

Butt

Perfect

Elimination of cells.

But death

To live?

LMAO

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Red Lipstick

I apply

Red lipstick freely

Across your lips

Not caring for the contour

Of the mouth

Wantonly applying

Red lipstick

On your wound

Bleeding

Brushing the red

My teeth

Sharing the stain

The taste

Staining my teeth

Your nipples

Red lipstick

Painting

Red

My passion

Your response

Lipstick smeared

Blood red paint

Lavished on

Your skin

Scarring, temporarily

Yet indelibly

Captured

In my mind

Forever 

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"C"

Why

Now, and not later

The breathing shallow

The vision dimmer

Bones ache

Each moment is filled with pain

I am nauseous

I vomit with regularity

I shouldn’t feel this way

It grows

A black stain on my lungs

The doctor says

The cure is worse than the disease

My hair falls out

I do not go softly into that good night

I scream

I cry

Why

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