Long Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
LONG NIGHT EMPTY DREAMTIME SONGS (5-28-2001, 4:00am; Galveston Island Texas)
drifting
detached
adrift afloat again
neither awake nor sleeping
waiting through this
long night empty
for deeper restful sleep
to come
yet beyond behind
this late night s buzzing silence
still echoing through my head
some distant siren
faintly stirs
somewhere out there in the darkness
near night s whispering
ghostly brink
deep within beyond
my present hypnogogic state s
stuck in neutral
empty nothing
when suddenly
some remote inner beacon s
pin point spark...
detached
adrift afloat again
neither awake nor sleeping
waiting through this
long night empty
for deeper restful sleep
to come
yet beyond behind
this late night s buzzing silence
still echoing through my head
some distant siren
faintly stirs
somewhere out there in the darkness
near night s whispering
ghostly brink
deep within beyond
my present hypnogogic state s
stuck in neutral
empty nothing
when suddenly
some remote inner beacon s
pin point spark...
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#insomnia
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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SOME WORDS (7-8-2010, Palm Springs, California)
some words dewdrops
some words stone
some words blood
tears sweat
and bone
some words open
some words close
some words moonlight
some words sun
some words drizzle
drought or flood
some words body
some words mind
some words spirit
soul heart or tongue
some words spoken
some words thought ...
some words stone
some words blood
tears sweat
and bone
some words open
some words close
some words moonlight
some words sun
some words drizzle
drought or flood
some words body
some words mind
some words spirit
soul heart or tongue
some words spoken
some words thought ...
#mirror
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#SelfReflection
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WHAT THE f**k!! (Sex With Me Is So Amazing)
Sex with me is so amazing
Hey, I’m just Paraphrasing
However, I was listening to the artist, Rihanna singing this song
As the song kept plugging along
Not meaning to come on too strong
With respect do not get me wrong
I’ve often wondered, is sex of the body more powerful than sex of the mind
And no, I do not have a feminist ax to grind
I will choose my words on this topic and remain kind
Well, at best that I can
From...
Hey, I’m just Paraphrasing
However, I was listening to the artist, Rihanna singing this song
As the song kept plugging along
Not meaning to come on too strong
With respect do not get me wrong
I’ve often wondered, is sex of the body more powerful than sex of the mind
And no, I do not have a feminist ax to grind
I will choose my words on this topic and remain kind
Well, at best that I can
From...
#LifeAsAWriter
#deception
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OF DUSTED DREAMS UNDONE (4-24-2022, 21:30am, Palm Springs, California)
on waking every morning
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
i like to pause
and linger
to softly listen
and sense
to inwardly reflect upon
whatever dreams
may have come along
from dusk to dawn
in the night
as well as other
dreams
that may have slipped
away
in sleep s now lapsed
long gone
vacuous void s
deep subconscious mystery
unseen unknown to me
oft hid between behind
each fallen floating mote
of dusted dreams undone
forgotten lost beyond
the slippery conscious grasp
of each...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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Dog Stories and Other Oddities of Fate
Walking my dog Onyx this morning
An hour later than usual
Hit the pavement at 7am
Usually out the door at 6am plus or minus
First dog we engage with is a BIG poodle
Jet black and wearing a cone
Just got spayed yesterday
Dog's name is Sunday
My first city rescue dog is pictured here
Her name was Sunday, we changed it
Ginger became her name
I named her after Ginger on Gilligan's Island A beauty for a beauty
I tell the owner black dogs rule
We chat and I move on ...
An hour later than usual
Hit the pavement at 7am
Usually out the door at 6am plus or minus
First dog we engage with is a BIG poodle
Jet black and wearing a cone
Just got spayed yesterday
Dog's name is Sunday
My first city rescue dog is pictured here
Her name was Sunday, we changed it
Ginger became her name
I named her after Ginger on Gilligan's Island A beauty for a beauty
I tell the owner black dogs rule
We chat and I move on ...
#identity
#dogs
#LifeAsAWriter
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Mmm...The Wetness Of My Butter Rum
#lust
#erotic
#sun
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion
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[un]restricted guidelines (remix) - featuring Naajir
let me see if I've got this right {w}rite
you wanna poetically please me
well, baby, go ahead
I’d be happy to indulgently spread
but you better do more than just tease me
cuz a creative mind is the most potent aphrodisiac
the ultimate turn on
so if we're gonna do this
here’s how it goes...
drop it on my tongue
all those rigid consonants & creamy vowels
working their delicious way in
leaving me all hot & bothered
fanning my lyrical flames
face flushed
crossing my metaphoric legs
as my muse snatches up...
you wanna poetically please me
well, baby, go ahead
I’d be happy to indulgently spread
but you better do more than just tease me
cuz a creative mind is the most potent aphrodisiac
the ultimate turn on
so if we're gonna do this
here’s how it goes...
drop it on my tongue
all those rigid consonants & creamy vowels
working their delicious way in
leaving me all hot & bothered
fanning my lyrical flames
face flushed
crossing my metaphoric legs
as my muse snatches up...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Moving On
last friday i attended a review with the gender clinic, and the primary points were with regards unfinished changes, which i'd sidelined, due to my heart ops, with regards voice training, and epilation, as i was focused on the actual reassignment surgery, which was successfully completed in May 2019.
she still remembered, as being wonderfully colourful. i said that i was now much more comfortable with my voice as it is, and that yes that i was still occasionally misgendered, but that was usually on the phone (even today) which makes me wince, but it is what it is, and on the phone, it is...
she still remembered, as being wonderfully colourful. i said that i was now much more comfortable with my voice as it is, and that yes that i was still occasionally misgendered, but that was usually on the phone (even today) which makes me wince, but it is what it is, and on the phone, it is...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#transgender
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Once Upon A Death
On a distant mountain
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
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. until you see my ink
I ink, therefore iamb.”―Adrienne Gusoff
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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She Loves Master Chapter 14 Part 3 of 15
#lust
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion #seductive
#passion #seductive
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the secret word
Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.”―Ann Aguirre
it comes from deep within a shell,
pressed closely to the ear,
whose music no one else can tell
but he who holds it dear.
i hear it in the ripple of
the gently flowing spring:
a word of patience and of love
...
it comes from deep within a shell,
pressed closely to the ear,
whose music no one else can tell
but he who holds it dear.
i hear it in the ripple of
the gently flowing spring:
a word of patience and of love
...
#secrets
#power
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
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