Stifling a yawn (Collab)

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Collabs / Poetry
By Secret Thoughts Within and Vintage Black 

I am so tired
so very, very tired
of not feeling comfortable within myself 
I am so weary
so very, very weary
of putting my heart back on the shelf
 
Tired 
        tired tired
Weary 
        weary weary
 
Comfortable with nothing
and weary with so little
my shelf life (patience) expired
and my honest thoughts
are cracked and 
b    r    i    t    t    l     e
 
Feelings in disguise,
yet naked to my eyes
tired of dried tears
words stumbling 
in my mouth
 
I’m comfortable 
with nothing
I keep wearing
this sad face,
walking through my life 
feeling barely 
awake
 
I am so tired
so very, very tired
of not feeling comfortable within myself 
I am so weary
so very, very weary
of putting my heart back on the shelf
 
Tired 
        tired tired
Weary 
        weary weary
 
I open my eyes 
stifle a yawn
allow my heart to take some chances
Some friendly hugs
Some cheeky words
Some flirty engaging glances
 
Still 
      so tired,
and so weary 
               I am
 
Yet I know, 
with a smile
a verse
a stream of thought,
a nice coffee
under the sun

I’ll awaken from dreams
and all I have lost
and slowly 
but surely discover 
my heart's still beating—
s  o        s   t    r    o   n    g


*Third piece I write with the lovely Secret Thoughts within - always great fun collaborating with her

dyed verse

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Poetry
Where is her tiny
Black dress?
The one 
She wanted to
Wear that
E v e n i n g

A dress of
Fancy,
Bitter,
Sweet and
Dark-tinged
V e r s e

Prose-dyed,
Vague-styled,
But, still,
Written with
Her,
I n   u n i s o n

Neither 
Of them
Wanting 
To die
A verse-less 
D e a t h

For this, 
They together 
Caress,
An achingly

                D a r k , 

                            —  B   o   l    d


     B   l   a   c  k

                   —  D     y    e     d


                                                    D        r         e        s       s
   
   —     V               e                r              s                e

PoemStormer

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Poetry
Fragments of deep verse
Washing ashore
Yet the lyrical tempest
Hasn’t even
S t a r t e d

In this rough and
slumbering,
Wetly dry and
Wicked,
Late summer 
of slow
w o r d s

                Wake 
                              up, 

            W o r d S t o r m e r

Have you ever
dreamed of
such a late,
And furious,

Timeless,
Fateful,
Somber,

Fearsome,
Word
S t o r m ?

             Wake 
                           up, 

         W o r d S t o r m e r

Sedimented stanzas
Washing ashore
Yet the lyrical tempest
Hasn’t even
S t a r t e d

Far removed 
from Self,
Far removed
From Other,
Far removed 
from
Poets—
Far removed—
Smothered

In this rough,
slumbering,
Wetly dry and
Wicked,
Late summer 
Of slow
w o r d s

        Wake 
                     up, 

     P o e m S t o r m e r

Purple Waves

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Poetry
We haven’t met
In real life
I’ve barely seen 
Your framed
P r o f i l e

Yet your words
Illuminate
My path
Your empath
Soul
My spirit
L i g h t e n s

This soft
Bright verse
All weaved in
P u r p l e

A wickedly
Magnetic rhymer
Wielding words
With infinite poetic
N  o  u s

A great
Wing poetess
A gifted lyricist—
And a better 
F r i e n d

This soft
Bright verse
All weaved in
P u r p l e

I gift you back
This free-
Spirited
Scripted,
T e r s e ,

Mild-waved
Wild-rhymed
But honestly,
Faithfully,
D e e p l y ,

All purple,
Waved, and
Soulfully
Written
V e r s e

T h e s  e  
P  u  r  p  l  e
W    a    v    e     s

d i t h e r

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Poetry
A g e n t  
      p r o v o c a t r i c e
she tried
t o
b
e

                                                   a n d
                                       p r i c k e d
                                b y  t h o r n y
                        — p   o   e   m   s


these fingers,
n o w,
b  a  r  e 
      r h y m e s
c a n ' t


                s            r          b          l
                       c          i           b         e
                 
                  *

                        y e t  s h e 's  a
             d i l e t t a n t e —
                 at
               a m b i g u i t y
                       she 
     d  i  t  h  e  r  s

                    *

                         t h i s  g l a r i n g                                                                                         
                            s u n                                                                                     
         e m b a l m i n g                                                              
              l   i   g   h   t                                                 
   

                              will  b a t h e               
                                   her  f r a i l  y e t
                                       r  h  y  t  h  m  i  c
                           m      i      g     h      t
         
                    *

            she y e a r n s ,                      
                             once m o r e,                   
                          t o  d i v e    

                                           i                       
                                           n , 
                  
                                          s         i      m                         
                                                w    
                                                                
          
                                               blue - b i r t h i n g
                                             v  e  r  s  e
                            i n   l  u  s  c  i  o  u  s
                                      i  n  k
                                

                       *

t h i s  g l a r i n g                                                                                         
                            s u n                                                                                     
         e m b a l m i n g                                                              
              l   i   g   h   t         

                   
                           will  b a t h e               
                                   her  f r a i l  y e t
                                       r  h  y  t  h  m  i  c
                           m      i      g     h      t


                  *

A g e n t  
      p  r  o  v  o  c  a  t  r  i  c  e
she t r i e d
t o
b
e

             and  d i t h e r
                                   d i d
                                 and
                                   d  i  t  h  e  r
                                            w i  l  l
                                                                                                

                 *

                               u n d e r
                     n e w  l i g h t 

             a   b a  r  e
         b l u e
      b o l d ,

                  free
                   v e r s e —
                         t  a  k  e  s 


                             f                t
                              l         h
                                i  g            


                *

                                                    A g e n t  
                             p r o v o c a t r i c e
                            g o t  n e a r l y 
                         k   i   l   l   e    d ,


           b u t  b i r d 
of m i g h t r e b o r n
  she found
    h   e    r

                    *
      
                           and  d i t h e r
                                   d i d
                                 and
                                   d  i  t  h  e  r
                                            w i  l  l                     
      

these fingers,
n o w ,
b a r e 
      r h y m e s
      d  o


                s            r          b          l
                       c          i           b         e


       
                 *

                              r e b o r n
                      and full
                  of
              m  i  g  h  t

            i n  i n k she
                  t h r i v e s
                       in  i n k  she
                          s  w  i  m  s


              *

A g e n t  
      p r o v o c a t r i c e
she tried
t o
b
e

                                              yet s h e ' s  a
                        d i l e t t a n t e —
                       at
                    a m b i g u i t y
                       she 
                              d  i  t  h  e  r  s

Steamed Letters

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Poetry
these days
i feel too mild
to grasp life with
a mordacious bite

i lose my pencils easily
and i permanently 
misplace my pens
and pads

my words end up
stored away 
in fridges,
where i’d rarely
look,

Alas!

lest I turn 
ravenous
with 
rhyming
lust

my lazy verses, 
in arrears,
they become 
tears of

 m
     o
        d
     e
  r
    o
b

goodbye
steam lettering
on a hot bathroom

      M
        
        i            r
        
          r               o
        
       r               r
         
 o                        r
          
r                             i
            
                                 M

Interstellar (Collab)

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Collabs / Poetry
black and white art dark summer
Photo by Jana Ohajdova on Pexels.com
By Amber @Diosraw & Vintage Black

We nursed those
pixelated lilies
back to
WordPress life

Time
travelling
the technicolor
cyberspace

Birthing
new data nova
blossoming
ripples

The way our
readers would
love them to sway
and rhyme

Forever
poetically
entwined like
old 'net souls,

Smelling them,
after one hell
of a poet hard
day's night

Those petals
never smelled so
beautiful, their aroma,
yet untouched

Frozen
in the liquid
space of
virtual landscapes

Traceable 
as textured
blogging
stanzas

Scented like
miniature
screen
snowdrops, 

with concealing
yet revealing
online veils and,

O 
frail and
pixelated 
lilies,

interstellar.

* * * 

For this “virtual eco-poetry” (own coinage :p) piece, I bounced ideas back and forth with Amber @Diosraw. Amber’s got a site with hundreds of resources on multiple topics - ranging from yoga, eastern spirituality, science, tech, alternative media, and many more.

White Tears

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Poetry
I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Inky drops
Become
Soft crease—
On coarse skin,
Renewed
Fears

I write
This very 
Poem
To tattoo it
On your
Skin

White ink
Is so translucent—
Such a 
Slight,
Poetic
Sin

I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

If only 
I’d read this
On my palm—
To get prepared
For life’s
exam

But fact is,
History
Tells me,
You can’t
Read 
Between 
Inked lines

I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Profound verse,
Quenching
Thirst
For life—
Would tell 
You about
Poetic
Strive

You die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Some dark 
Drop
Stains,
Soft, 
Wrinkled
Skin

On book
Unwritten,
Dark, 
And stark,

And torn,
And loud,
And
Magic,

Start.

And
Feared.

So.

White.

Teared.

smudged lines

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Poetry
Skin puzzle 
Dismantled 
In pieces 
It breaks 
A myriad of  
Heartbreaks 
A billion 
Blue tapes 
  
I turn on  
The radio 
My mind gets 
All buzz 
My eyes get  
All blurry 
My heart  
Gives a blast 
 
The mike  
Switches on 
No words 
Old travail 
I clear my mind 
My voice 
Won’t obey 
  
Skin puzzle 
Dismantled 
In pieces 
It breaks 
A myriad of  
Heartbreaks 
A billion 
Blue tapes 
  
They give you an answer 
You don’t wanna hear 
It’s sad and 
So lonely—
No place 
For you here
  
Now ready to go.
Please do...
Draw the curtain! 
And—
Switch. off.
That.
Lamp.

Steam rises, 
So hot here!
That room—
Gets. 
All. 
Damp. 
  
Don’t want 
Those 
Wall poems 
All soiled, 
Dyed, 
Smeared, 
Smudged 
 
Skin puzzle 
Dismantled 
In pieces 
It breaks 
A myriad of  
Heartbreaks 
A billion 
Blue tapes 

*** With love to my favourite beta reader; you know who you are ;-)
 

Electric Child

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Poetry
She was born
An electric year
Blank was her canvas
Gone with the wind
A hectic mind
And fragile skin

Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse

Dressed in cord pants
Chunky brown shoes
Curls down
To her ears
Eyes⁠—wiser than
Her years

Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse

She was born
To a bird of clay
Blue was the sky
Crimson obeyed⁠—
Turned cold prey
Craftsmen say
Magenta pigment
Had ran out
That day

Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse

Paint on her fingertips
Words down her eyelids
Stardust kisses
On her lips
Electric blue tinges
Nursing her
Back to sleep

Tears of dust
Heading to the
Gold horizon
Electric to touch
And buzzing with
Flying verse

She was born
An electric year
Blank was her canvas
Gone with the wind
A hectic mind
And fragile skin

Monster Ball

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Poetry
Slowly, slowly,
You approach me
Little creature
Of the night

I behold those
Fancy feelings
Wicked wizard
Warm at heart?

Slowly, slowly,
I approach you
Please don’t bite me
Let me roam free

Lion tamer
Suave enchanter
Got seduced by
Your spider fang

Softly gifting
Piercing heartaches
Wicked creature
Golden night

Slowly, slowly,
You reproach me
Swift-tonged monster
Full of might

I might leave this
Fancy figment,
Feathered, foamed,
Velvet stream at heart

I still dream, YouWondrous creature,
Would come, 
slowly, 

a n d

S   o   f   t   l   y  ,


D    a    r    k    -  v    e    i    l    e    d  ,



B                     I                    T                   E .

Poem Interruptus

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Poetry
I often feel flustered
with your never-ending
sweet-toothed verses

You are endowed
with some greatly
magical tricks

Yet your poem interruptus
meter often leaves me
all cold and bothered

Fact is, I'll never get
sonnet-pregnant
with your words

'Cause you always
pull out your rhymes
at the very last minute

There is never enough time
to come into ode-full
moans and sighs

My daylight dreams
are all flustered and
my imagination drawn
to ecstatic snippets

Lest it get too desirous
of your malicious,
yet infectiously 
mellifluous ballads

Oh boy—
this 
poem 
interruptus
Of yours