Veil

Not necessarily

penetrated heart

bleeds

before

meeting in person

upbeat wind

no taboo, nor rehearsal

veil

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  for Poets United ~ Verse First

Rolling along

Menthol

in the mouth

for softening throat

mental

pause

turned into prose

Postpone

declaration

of suffering soul

the worst

temptation

yet boiling on stove…

So, drop

expectations

we’re rolling the boat

full of

surprises

in year of Boa.

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for d'Verse OpenLinkNight

Out of time

Out of time

Train leaves a town

Present - the past

Folded in hour

Out of time

Last words, a hug

Glamor positions

Memory track

Out of time

Old photograph

What seen against sun

Salty skin draft

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for Poets United 

Deeds

Words

Read? No

I bask in

burning feeling

bitter taste of life

this summer seems at town

for little while with reason

like poltergeist reminds of deeds

we chose, but left undone for late
new day arrives not recognizing me…

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 For Weekend Mini-Challenge: Etheree(al)

What you know...

Scattered along

floating

pixelated memory

steps aside -

‘when greater depth’s

desired –

lessening of speed

is often required’…

the well in the desert

of thought…

we bend low

to draw the water,

mingle with aliens

from parallel lives

to bask in the limelight,

to grow.

You tapped into

new shoes,

dancing cake walk

with minstrels- easy,

would be life-talk…

leapfrog the puddle

oops…cha-cha-cha

extend comfort zone-

when water meets earth

watch how

new comers

will compile the puddles

into zipped purses –

a history on the go –

irreversible process…-

recycling
what you know…

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for d'Verse 'Water, water everywhere' 

Emotions emerge...

The tears start to boil

in cauldron

inside,

pull the skin out,

create a phantom

nonexistence

parts

out of comfort zone

alone,

not holding hands

barefooted

sometimes

on hot

asphalt

like in childhood

(did not stop at that time,

anticipating

the fun –

a body followed soul-

proceeded!)

I rate the hail

at highest scale,

pour the storm

on white field

to pedal

thru rows of

horizontal lines,

maybe these zombies

become alive…

how I then survive

such a battle…

Those words have

so many meanings

for one life…

type them with

fingers,

connected

to heart,

vena amoris

delivers a spark…

triggers: sight, 
sounds, smell

activate insight

in our mind,

drill a new pathway,

new thoughts,

new chance to align

with nature

your heart-

get up!

get your base

fire up!

For Corey's Friday Night Raw
For d'Verse Are You Listing?

Untamed

…took nap. A knock

 in the door…

woke me up…

but nobody there…

my world

wants me

move on…

daily routine

could be siren…

just re-frame it…

rattle with

self

untamed…

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Think: foreign

||: foreign thoughts

jumped in my brain –

refrain :||

A headache, right hemisphere pain.

Oy, - touching the head, -

this is not my “bread and butter”,

who is a narrator?...

Thoughts slates move

from left to right,

soft spots fingertips rotate

to fit in the whirl mesh

to open the attic,

to dissolve and smash

what is  negative…

temple to temple,

connect the dots

-   First line –

Third eye- between brows,

reach opposite side –

connect for

-   Second line –

Control room, driven in no time-

I’m inside sitting behind

my eyes as open windows

on an intersection of lines.

Create a red rose…open…discharge

the pain, disembodied voices…

breathe in-out…

Solution (for this time) – found.

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Inspired by Sunday Whirl,  a baker’s dozen ~ wordle 118
Poets United, 
Open Link Monday,
Mastering Alchemy

Dogs days of summer

Those days brighter

could be just

a newborn’s smile…

When the Sirius rose

Roman

sacrificed
a brown dog

to appease the rage

of the star,

they believe

it caused of

the hot, sultry

weather…

Start

a new day

lifting up

the chin…

morning breeze

will fill you in,

early bird

soars high

above the pine tree,

cider

needles’re

penetrating sky,

growing in the mist

cathedral domes

finding their way to light...

fragile stories-

all reflected

in the rippled lake,

through the

drifting lilies

life emerges –

ducks with

ducklings follow

the path,

filling with the quacks

air and our hearts.

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 The poem inspired by Artistic Interpretation "Dog Days of Summer" with Margaret

Thin line

The water broke,

and life’s emerging…

this water table

on occasion…

the line – so thin,

at times it’s lower…

our expectations

slowly grow,

and, as if miracle,

one day

what dead –

become alive again.

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Inspired by Verse First ~  Water Table

The rope

“Why do they always

ruin my rope

with their cuts?”

R. M. Rilke

We were born with it…

The only connection

to outside world

to feed in

the in-for-ma-tion…

thru the cord.

They cut it, said:

breathe on your own -

I tried – instead

new one, invisible

was shown.

I climbed it

in a slow motion,

anticipating

roses and promotions.

Like circus seal

I played fair,

balanced world

by seeing clear.

Up above,

beyond horizon,

the rope was cut,-

a world turned out

wiser?

New chance, rebirth,

new found skills

would seem to open doors

and move the wills…

But…where the rope?

Enjoying rowing

I lost it…breathing

on my own...

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Wings

New opus

...spontaneously leave

the phase of stillness,

where sick lab’s

circulating in a caldron

with wicked tests from

arteries and veins,

in colorful tubes,

verifying mistakes

by catalyst conscience,

streamed into  opus,

translated to  language

of dreams…

new friends arrive

at the same time

to rest –

sent no note, no links -

together-ness…

just a second

before

alarm

rings…

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The poem inspired by Sunday Whirl,
 Poets United

Free radicals

Roots

Giving tree

Fantasy

I woke up

in your body...

Up to dawn

my soul 

searched

for the shelter...

by the sea

on the

sunny side

of the moon...

Body mine,

toned well,

looked

for the

spiritual

brother...

Golden lock

we discovered

soon.

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The poem inspired by Kerry's Wednesday Challenge ~ Rhapsody ~ Imaginary gardens

with real toads and by Poets United  with notion 'lock'.

'To do' list

		Var. 1                      List of my chores...                      Acapella or chanting                     Chores are goals                     I curse the list... Var. 2                     Ascending, descending                     Order of things                     I Love to Do                     I Do What I Love Var. 3                     I'm gracefully sliding                     between paragraphs                     of all things to do                      s-l-i-d-e-s... -                     inviting? Var. 4                     Egg timer,                     together                     we're troupers!                     pip - pip - pip -                     pick the right                    action, -                    do not quit!

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The poem inspired by Kerry's Wednesday Challenge ~ Rhapsody ~ Imaginary gardens with real toads

Unpretentious

They're open

to receive

hydrating

dew,

to absorb

a saturating

light,

roots-

outstretched

to embrace

the shadows,

no matter

dark

or bright.

These ears

resonate

with happy

rhythm,

called

to amplify,

manifest

the ancient

intent

for abundance,

freedom,

tenacity

for

success.

Grounded

with

composting

worms,

while

there's

no rain,

they’re

kept

in eternal

moist,

when it’s hot -

stock in

a trade.

Infused

with

the bodies’

sweat,

brought

to melting

pot,

they’re

mixture of

bloods

and gifts,

fertilized

to fit in

the spot…

Impossible...

“Your key planet Venus is zapped awake

by shocking Uranus today…”

Tarot

…they zapped…

woke up –

what a challenge

with god

equilibrium

manage…

what a pressure

might be

to align with

higher vibrations

in order

to smoke the pipe

of success…

They scared too

while climbing

into

invisible voices,

instigated

to step further…

to listen

the heart

in a flow,

to trust

what happens-

really extension

of us

in now...

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My muse follows today tarot horoscope, 
movie"Zapped", 
worldle 116 by Brenda W.

The prelude

“Now your ghost

is fleeting in the mirror”

R. H. Mustard

Your words

become

my everyday

expressions.

Your gestures

show others

who is

the precious.

Who is not

here-still

have the

sessions

in my heart…

I practice

an exercise,

the prelude

for invite...

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Silently

Cry, baby, cry...

		…walked into pharmacy, picked an ointment for eyes dryness… Nice young pharmacist looked in ½ eye at me, back to the recipe, offered the guide to how to apply the med safely… Side effect? – Put it in 1 eye for 10 seconds, if it’s okay-use for second eye. You will get eyes blurry- apply, when in the bed at night in the darkness lurking… Thanks… Blinking to get these eyes wet… Thinking- what if I used all eyes’ tears ahead of time, how I’ll cry… My mom recently told me: too early while a baby I could cry with Huge real tears, surprised all tearless neighbors’ babies… So maybe from now on I’ll be just laughing, and crying for me- gone…

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Stuffed