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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 1:09am
14th Feb 2025 1:09am
PERSONIFIED TRUTH
Wondrous beauty so unforeseen
Body tall, straight, and lean
Curvy at the hips, thighs, and waist
Hazel-grey eyes like coated glaze.
Luscious lips – thin and red
Mouth that feeds on fresh-baked bread
With golden-blonde layered strand hair
Her gentle sun--tanned radiance glares.
Loyal-bright and genuine white
Wholesome purity - halogen light
Sheer virgin-beauty standing there
Prim and poignant – naked and bare -
Like a perfect photographic portrait of an artist’s imagery
Her demeanor comes across like linear lines in...
Body tall, straight, and lean
Curvy at the hips, thighs, and waist
Hazel-grey eyes like coated glaze.
Luscious lips – thin and red
Mouth that feeds on fresh-baked bread
With golden-blonde layered strand hair
Her gentle sun--tanned radiance glares.
Loyal-bright and genuine white
Wholesome purity - halogen light
Sheer virgin-beauty standing there
Prim and poignant – naked and bare -
Like a perfect photographic portrait of an artist’s imagery
Her demeanor comes across like linear lines in...
#morality
#TruthOfLife
2 reads
1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 8:05pm
23rd May 2022 8:05pm
De Minimis
It is just that
nothing more
nothing less
a brief chance to confess
a litany of petty sins
ending before it begins
nothing more
nothing less
a brief chance to confess
a litany of petty sins
ending before it begins
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#morality
7 reads
1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 9:32pm
23rd Jan 2024 9:32pm
Wounded Knee
Poetry Response to “Wakan Tanka Nici Un”
by Soaring Eagle
How do you heal a wounded knee
one daring to stand free
recalling those distant years
which haunt this trail of tears
With no real destination
resisted without hesitation
although the road is bled red
hope is always wed to dread
So, what have I yet to learn
as my pale skin shall burn
beneath a rusted sun of truth
shining through since my youth
Listening to theses...
by Soaring Eagle
How do you heal a wounded knee
one daring to stand free
recalling those distant years
which haunt this trail of tears
With no real destination
resisted without hesitation
although the road is bled red
hope is always wed to dread
So, what have I yet to learn
as my pale skin shall burn
beneath a rusted sun of truth
shining through since my youth
Listening to theses...
#hate
#confessional
#racism
#freedom
#morality
11 reads
3 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
4th Jun 2020 1:52am
4th Jun 2020 1:52am
Uncut the Mid 2020
When the clock stroke eleven fifty-nine
On December twenty nineteenth
Less then a minute for what
Would be the new norm,
Who would have thought,
That was the last “normal”
the world would ever witness.
Each passing of days,
Its more challenging to live
To breath,
The oxygen that freely was given
If humanity would practice more kindness
We would be two steps forward
Then centuries backwards,
The last couple of days,
Hesitant
and pondering on what seem
to be extraterrestrial,
Voices...
On December twenty nineteenth
Less then a minute for what
Would be the new norm,
Who would have thought,
That was the last “normal”
the world would ever witness.
Each passing of days,
Its more challenging to live
To breath,
The oxygen that freely was given
If humanity would practice more kindness
We would be two steps forward
Then centuries backwards,
The last couple of days,
Hesitant
and pondering on what seem
to be extraterrestrial,
Voices...
#LifeStruggles
#tragedy
#greed
#culture
#morality
13 reads
6 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2022 8:12am
22nd Mar 2022 8:12am
Stained
How now to explain
the heaviness of stain
the weightiness of guilt
after all my ink is spilt
Words on the page
cannot help but engage
the prosaic mind
help it once again find
The beauty of flow
follow where the words go
as they jump off of the line
in search of the divine
Yet landing on the ground
after the echoing of sound
leaves the poem stranded
this poet forever branded
Still wanting to trust
despite all of the rust
with each moment pained
left...
the heaviness of stain
the weightiness of guilt
after all my ink is spilt
Words on the page
cannot help but engage
the prosaic mind
help it once again find
The beauty of flow
follow where the words go
as they jump off of the line
in search of the divine
Yet landing on the ground
after the echoing of sound
leaves the poem stranded
this poet forever branded
Still wanting to trust
despite all of the rust
with each moment pained
left...
#regret
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#morality
13 reads
1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
15th Oct 2022 7:54pm
15th Oct 2022 7:54pm
Tinge
I bear the darkening mark
of a life kept stark
within these wide margins
just traces of burnt ash
Tiptoeing on these lines
I notice how each entwines
with more than just
its own pretty words
Yet I listen to the sound
of what is now underground
what is left still unsaid
left in echoing silence
A litany of mortal sins
as one ends another begins
adds itself to shelf
adorns my tainted collection
With so much to say…
prayers abandoned to their prey
anointed candles now singe
...
of a life kept stark
within these wide margins
just traces of burnt ash
Tiptoeing on these lines
I notice how each entwines
with more than just
its own pretty words
Yet I listen to the sound
of what is now underground
what is left still unsaid
left in echoing silence
A litany of mortal sins
as one ends another begins
adds itself to shelf
adorns my tainted collection
With so much to say…
prayers abandoned to their prey
anointed candles now singe
...
#dark
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#morality
13 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
24th Mar 2023 6:39pm
24th Mar 2023 6:39pm
Hubric’s Cube
Having more than six sides
it always presides
over the final downfall
capturing us all
within its confined space
while we try to save face
with such jaded vanity
trapped in such a sad sanity
as its sides now close in
from this most mythic of sin
it always presides
over the final downfall
capturing us all
within its confined space
while we try to save face
with such jaded vanity
trapped in such a sad sanity
as its sides now close in
from this most mythic of sin
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#morality
15 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
Jupiter Series: III, Barometer
in another world, the Ocean stays with us
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
#dreams
#universe
#philosophical #morality
#philosophical #morality
16 reads
2 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
24th Feb 2022 5:53pm
24th Feb 2022 5:53pm
EmilyD.Com
So, how would you enjoy today
with the jeu de mots that you play
nestled in your hamlet
but running your poetry blog
Becoming just another cog
in the big cyber wheel
no longer able to Feel
the silkiness of your line
Cashing in the Divine
for a little bitcoin cash
making that bold dash ~
to sell your poems on Kindle
Watch your art dwindle
in its Virtual verse
bracing for the worse
with your canopy of Hope
Engaged in a secret caper ...
with the jeu de mots that you play
nestled in your hamlet
but running your poetry blog
Becoming just another cog
in the big cyber wheel
no longer able to Feel
the silkiness of your line
Cashing in the Divine
for a little bitcoin cash
making that bold dash ~
to sell your poems on Kindle
Watch your art dwindle
in its Virtual verse
bracing for the worse
with your canopy of Hope
Engaged in a secret caper ...
#funny
#confessional
#culture
#morality
#EmilyDickinson
16 reads
1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
5th Oct 2021 5:49am
5th Oct 2021 5:49am
The Rain
It washes down
a lukewarm cleanse
a gentle christening
shed tears
shared fears
yet
leaving me alone
as if somehow to atone
makes me wonder
makes me now pause
tally up all my sins
before each one begins
while counting each blessing
as the low fallow fields
relent as each one yields
a lukewarm cleanse
a gentle christening
shed tears
shared fears
yet
leaving me alone
as if somehow to atone
makes me wonder
makes me now pause
tally up all my sins
before each one begins
while counting each blessing
as the low fallow fields
relent as each one yields
#loneliness
#rain
#nature
#confessional
#morality
18 reads
3 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
13th Jul 2022 5:07am
13th Jul 2022 5:07am
The Promise
A steady breeze shakes the trees
warm yet unrelenting
as if somehow inventing
new reasons to listen
While morning dew does glisten
seeming to also repeat
as it cools my bare feet
the pledge of this naked sunrise
For each new day
promises in its own way
to again inspire
with its silent poetry
Still I have much to learn
with each candle I burn
each bridge set aflame
known by any other name
So I leave a blood trail
pulling out each rusty nail
hammered in by others
...
warm yet unrelenting
as if somehow inventing
new reasons to listen
While morning dew does glisten
seeming to also repeat
as it cools my bare feet
the pledge of this naked sunrise
For each new day
promises in its own way
to again inspire
with its silent poetry
Still I have much to learn
with each candle I burn
each bridge set aflame
known by any other name
So I leave a blood trail
pulling out each rusty nail
hammered in by others
...
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#morality
18 reads
1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
6th Jun 2020 1:11pm
6th Jun 2020 1:11pm
Tinged
Often I find myself
before my mirror
studying my face
looking for some trace
Of blackened grey ash
in some sacred sign
revealing what is mine
my original sin ...
Perhaps upon my skin
for all to see
except for me
until the lighting is right
Either in the bright sun
or the languid moon
sharing all too soon
the impending eclipse
How truly brief then
is my taper
how full is this paper
unable to fit one last poem
before my mirror
studying my face
looking for some trace
Of blackened grey ash
in some sacred sign
revealing what is mine
my original sin ...
Perhaps upon my skin
for all to see
except for me
until the lighting is right
Either in the bright sun
or the languid moon
sharing all too soon
the impending eclipse
How truly brief then
is my taper
how full is this paper
unable to fit one last poem
#spiritual
#morality
19 reads
4 Comments
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