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Electric Whispers

Electric whispers of 

Intelligence. 

Fires up my filament

Amber Embers,

Ambient,

Welcoming flames.

 

Teach me something.

Show me everything

Strip your ego of its mask;

Allow me to wear you for a while

Tandem or Random-

Let the thoughts fall where they may

 

Electric Whispers of

Vulnerability.

My heart considers yours.

Grace and gratitude

Twinkl...

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Where Are the Swallowed Clocks That Held Back Our Morning?

—A Terza-Rima Nocturne of Swallowed Time

 

On moon-damp sheets, you slowly open my violet fig, passing halves tongue to tongue,

its seed-pearls, captive minutes embraced by our soft lips,

each velvet pulse a swallowed clock tick, unthreading the night’s camisole—unstrung

 

Our minutes take root inside our souls, night’s vines in green hour’s gentle grip,

soft pods burst open, ...

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Comfortably Numb


I hated the words "comfortably numb"
I thought what a horrible way to be.
But somewhere in the back of my mind
I knew it could happen to me.
How can you feel comfortable
When part of you is dead?
But life twists and turns
In ways you can't foresee.
How can you go back
To the fullness of life instead
Of being smothered by mediocrity?
Quiet desperation.
Just out of reach of salvation.

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The Silence Between Spears

(a poem for the hills that remember)

There is a silence the world cannot name—

a silence not born of fear,

but of memory,

and men who have seen too much to speak.

 

Between the spears,

hung gently on bamboo walls,

something waits.

Not war.

Not peace.

Something older.

 

The boy in Mon sharpens wood not for battle,

but because his father did.

And his fath...

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She is in...

She is in ...

 

I am not always thinking of my Wife

She is in…

 the memories against the wall

painting the pictures of yesteryear

 

I am not always thinking of my Wife

She is in…

the smell of my coffee

reminds me of our favourite coffee shop

 

I am not always thinking of my Wife

She is in…

the tune of the song

stealing my mind away from life for a while

...

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Captive By A Lioness’ Gaze

—so I took her to my masters swim meet… a pantoum

 

Her body swayed, night’s mistress, hips caged in silk’s heat.

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.

A temptress sculpted by shadow, my goddess—complete

She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.

 

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.

She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.

She grinned—my name...

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Original Wedding Script Sample- Sunrise

As the first light of dawn breaks over the horizon, casting golden hues across the sky, we gather here to witness something just as radiant—the union of {Partner A & Partner B} . Sunrise is a symbol of new beginnings. It reminds us that every day is a fresh start, full of promise and beauty, just like the love these two share.f

[Declaration of Intent]

{Partner A} and {Partner B}, this mornin...

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Communion At Water's Edge

Pre-dawn’s grey burden lapped at breast and knee,

As stroke on stroke I parted glassy deep,

To wash the burden-webs of sorrow free,

Where silent swells—that voyeur—my bare body keeps.

 

Then limbs grew light, as floating upon sleep,

I let the cool flood enter where heat hides,

Your fingers—wave on wave—caressed, discreet,

I flipped; twin peaks welcomed dawn’s crisp air, gas...

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Flickering

She turned to me with a smile and that old spark in her eyes

‘Alexia’ she said. Clearly, in that sing-songy way she always did.

I was stunned.

It’s been years since I heard that word leave her lips.

These days, I’m a different person each time we meet.

Even though it sucks, I roll with it.

A church member, a waitress, or a complete stranger.

She has no recollection of raising ...

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