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This She Can Play!
The blossoms of youth have abandoned ship, No blush of innocence stains her cheek; Her false teeth often misplace her lips And all of her joints now ache and creak. A cap of grey fuzz replaced her...
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Bear Hugs
Goldilocks and her handmaids three Glint with mischief, wickedly Plotting their tricks and planning designs To push all the boundaries, cross all the lines Drawn in the sand to reign them in; Wearing...
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The Son Flower
Such terrifying aspect; you wear your growl on your sleeve and eat small children for breakfast. Something from a sci-fi film, you are no Son worshipper yet; your skills are too rustic - but time will...
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Topsy Turvy
Her heart is a little skewed - a few degrees removed from the level, a few fruits short of plumb. She has viewed her world from lopsided stance for long enough she is tempted to name it Normal. But...
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Paradox
Frailty flutters, driven by drafts which force the Fall. Paper-thin, when membranes rupture, Seed is sown - paradox of palatial proportion. Filed under: A Wounded Heart, Autumn, Beauty, Fragility,...
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Coming of Age
Time under the sun Melting, growing, letting go Ice coming of age Filed under: Freedom, Growth, Haiku, Healing, Hope, Letting Go, Nature, Poetry Tagged: coming of age, growth, haiku, healing, ice,...
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Flames of Freedom
Pressure and heat and the presence of flames (that deadly hellish Trinity) made her kindling temperature an inevitability. And oh! the pain, the raw ooze as fire tattooed skin; but as she...
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How She Spends Her Time
Nature’s disbursement, copper pennies (ticking time bombs) tap out her allotment hour by hour. Rich or poor, sinner or . saint, all receive one thousand, four hundred and forty. Hers used to slip...
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Cotton Candy
Her trials transformed her – but not until life’s stresses reminded her diamonds are only born under intense pressure; here, darkness and barrenness, cold and discomfort became the mixing bowl where...
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The New Green
Earth worships Green – Bows beneath leafy canopies To the fountain of youth, Sings praises to virility and supple strength In cathedrals fashioned by fads. But after life killed her chlorophyll, Her...
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