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Tag Archives: Poetry

Deep

25 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in 6 Word Story, Haiku

≈ 28 Comments

Tags

6 Word Story, deep, Haiku, Love, lovers, passion, Poetry, together

Deep within
Together
Creating poetry again

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Love Knows

19 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 19 Comments

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all in, bounds, calculations, distance, Heyku, life, Love, Poetry, risks, sound, time, vision

Love knows not of bounds:
distance, time, vision, sound

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Shades

19 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 19 Comments

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colorful, Heyku, Love, Poetry, shades

Love is not beige
It’s colorful
And comes in so many shades

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All We Need Is….LOVE

19 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 12 Comments

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everywhere, give, grab, Heyku, hold, Love, please, Poetry, reach, receive, wish

I’m within reach
Grab hold everywhere you wish to please
Take me, I aim to give and receive

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How He Loves

18 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haibun, Haiku, Heyku poetry, We Drink Because We're Poets

≈ 27 Comments

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1John 3-4, creation, Creator, David Crowder Band, deep roots, Father, flourish, God, grow, Haiku, How He Loves, John Mark McMillan, lavished, Ligo Haibun, Love, Music, photography, Poetry, Tree Of Life, visible

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The love that The Father has lavished on me is more than I can imagine on most days.
I may not always understand this love but, when I look past myself, dig my roots deep into what I know and believe, the love of my Father will always be visible.
He loves me even in the midst of what I think are unfathomable circumstances.
His love can be seen even in a lonely desolate place.
The Tree Of Life growing in a dry desert.
In the middle of this place, the God of the Universe has allowed His beautiful creation to flourish and grow.
This is love.

Beautifully made
The Creator makes no mistakes
You are an expression of His love and poetry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How He Loves
123 Words
Written for Ligo Haibun Challenge-Image and word count prompt week
http://www.yakutia-coppercure.co.uk/2/post/2013/12/ligo-haibun-challenge-image-week.html#.UrJloqa9LCQ
and
We Drink Because We Are Poets
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/16/we-drink-inspiration-poetry-prompt-005-trial-and-tribulation/

Note:
Inspired by many things of this Advent week including this song that our Youth Group Band played Sunday morning in their service, The Well.
Before I run a few errands and then go to work at the restaurant, I worship with the Jr. and Sr. High students. It is so wonderful to watch them express their child-like faith. At 44, with much life experience (being a single Mother to 10 children…the children were planned, being single for 5 years wasn’t), I can still say that I am 13 in spirit so I fit right in with them!

Enjoy the song:
And for any curious people, here is the backstory behind the song http://worshipleader.com/song-story-%E2%80%9Chow-he-loves%E2%80%9D/

Enjoy the lyrics:
“How He Loves”

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us, oh,
Oh, how He loves us,
How He loves us all

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us, oh,
Oh, how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.

And we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If his grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about the way…

He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.

Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us…
Oh, how He loves us…
Oh, how He loves us.

Lost

14 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 22 Comments

Tags

gone, Hall & Oates, Heyku, lost, Love, mind, Music, pen, photography, Poetry, words, You've Lost That Loving Feeling

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I’ve had love and lost it again
Just like the words that begin
To flow from my mind to the pen

Back For Good

14 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Picture It & Write

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

Back For Good, Love, Music, OCD, photography, Picture It & Write, Poetry, Take That

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His troubled blue eyes announced
the real story hidden under his roof

He wasn’t fairing well without me,
I softly stroked his stubbly proof

But he’s the one who told me to go,
emotionless and aloof

Blaming his ways on the Doctor’s diagnosis, the addictions from his youth

OCD! I’ve tried to figure its frustrating ways out like a sleuth

Back For Good, the lyrics he sweetly sings might be his truth


“Back For Good”

I guess now it’s time for me to give up
I feel it’s time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got you’re lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn’t good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can’t you find a little room inside for me

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood

And we’ll be together, this time is forever
We’ll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again

Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back For Good 72 words
Written for Picture It & Write
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/

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Lies

14 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 16 Comments

Tags

create, Heyku, lies, mind, Poetry, read, stories

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I create stories that lie
Every time I try
To read your mind

Crumbs

14 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in The Mag

≈ 20 Comments

Tags

birds, crumbs, hungry, Magpie Tales, photography, Poetry, thirsty

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I ask for a nibble
just a crumb
something to satisfy
my hungry tongue
They want you too
flying wildly
to get the few
crumbs
that you offer

You give me a tiny bit
just a mere piece
teasing my lips
with the crumbs
you release

I ask for a drink
just a drop
something to satisfy
my parched tongue
They are all thirsty
fighting
for your grace
begging
for your mercy

You give me a splash
just laughing
at what I ask
roll up your window
never looking back

Crumbs 90 words
Written for The Mag 197 at Magpie Tales
http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/2013/12/mag-197.html?m=1

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Lost and Alone

13 Friday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Five Sentence Fiction

≈ 23 Comments

Tags

alone, Five sentence fiction, lost, photography, Poetry

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Lost in your deep dark forest.
Lost in swirling space and time.
Lost in the sweet promises.
Lost in your words, rhythm and rhyme.
Lost and alone without you on my mind.

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http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-alone/

Forbidden Heart Songs

12 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Picture It & Write, We Drink Because We're Poets

≈ 19 Comments

Tags

drums, feel, flesh, forbidden, heartbeat, kiss, photography, Poetry, songs, story, word porn

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It’s easy for me
to get lost in between
the words you don’t say
Trying to help me to be ok
I’m not singing
My song is lost
here without a voice
I feel only your heartbeat
because I have no choice

Kiss my scars
Shave my face
Save my life
Give me grace
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I shouldn’t wish
to kiss every inch
of your flesh that is covered
I am not thinking of my beloved

You haven’t a clue
What I would do
My mind vagary moves
to places with you
apodyopsis, they say
undressing the rest of you
buck naked in this way
to feel those forbidden
drums that are hidden

111Words
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/11/we-drink-inspiration-short-story-prompt-004/

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http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/

The Story

12 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in dVerse

≈ 49 Comments

Tags

Bill Withers, church, Daddy, death, dVerse, familiar, home, important, Lean On Me, little girl, me, memories, photography, Poetry, singing, song, tears, The Story, voice, words

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My heart hurts
My soul is weak
I have words
But I’m unable to speak
Sadness pours out
From every pore
And wants to shout
So you will hear
The pain so near
As it reverberates
From every tear
Telling stories
Telling truth
Of all that’s happened
Since my youth
The actions
The words
The common
The absurd
The all
The nothing
The history
Of me…

Note: My Daddy and I sang this song at church when I was 4 years old. I was too short to reach the mic, so I stood on a folding chair (what were we thinking?!!) Anyway, I’m still here and able to tell the stories of the absurd things from my youth. My Daddy passed on and this is my 2nd Christmas without him. I miss him something awful! “But if we are wise we know that there’s always tomorrow, lean on me….”, this will always be our song.

“And I Love Her”~The Sun and his Lover

12 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in DP Challenge, Heyku poetry, Sunday Photo Fiction, Trifecta, Trifextra

≈ 65 Comments

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And I Love Her, Beauty, caress, celebration, closer, day, DP Challenge, expose, eyes, freedom, Haiku, He, Here Comes The Sun, intimate, Love, lover, melt, morning, Music, naked, photography, Poetry, She, shy, sky, Sun, Sunday Photo Fiction, The Beatles, Trifecta

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SHE:
Up before the sun
Ready for the day to usher in
A new life celebration
*

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HE:
I want you to find
All that hides inside
As beautiful as the cover that binds
*

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SHE:
Home still
Alive like the morning
That breaks through my window
**

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HE:
You intensify the sky’s beauty
Just by looking
Into my eyes
**

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SHE:
I never anticipated
Being naked with you
An unexpected freedom
***

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HE:
Standing in front of me naked
Your beauty
Is making me shy
***

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SHE:
You expose me so beautifully
More intimate than I could believe
Come a little closer
****

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HE:
You’re more beautiful
Than anything
I’ve laid my eyes on before
****

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SHE:
Love how you caress
Every inch
Making me melt like butter
*****

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HE:
No words to describe
What I see
In your eyes
*****

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“And I Love Her”~The Sun and his Lover 132 Words
Written for:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/multimedia-storytelling-challenge/#more-62389

http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/sunday-photo-fiction-december-8th-2013/

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-107.html?m=1

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Tagged

11 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 13 Comments

Tags

burning, heart, Heyku, name, ownership, Poetry, seal, tagged, yearning

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Your name is burning
My heart is yearning
For the seal of ownership

Tagged:
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/09/we-drink-inspiration-poetry-prompt-004-personification/

Inside

11 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 10 Comments

Tags

Heyku, hips, inside, personification, Poetry, swings, wide

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My hips are not wide
but inside me
you’ll find it doesn’t matter

Inside:
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/09/we-drink-inspiration-poetry-prompt-004-personification/

Locked

10 Tuesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 17 Comments

Tags

doors, Heyku, keys, locked, Music, open, personification, photography, piano, Poetry

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Keys hold us
Locked together
We will open doors

Locked:
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/09/we-drink-inspiration-poetry-prompt-004-personification/

Into The Light

07 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Trifecta, Trifextra

≈ 72 Comments

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apparition, basin, darkness, dazzle, exiled, hope, Love, moonlight, Music, myopic, photography, Poetry, reality, shadow, sunlight, Trifecta, Trifextra

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Moonlight
unveils our myopic love story contradiction of affection
-an apparition,
pretend pretensions.

Sunlight
flaunts reality, dazzle illuminates
hope flushed down the hollow basin
-true love exiled into the dark
shadow of truth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Into The Light 33 Words
Written for Trifextra 97
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Turn down the lights;
Turn down the bed.
Turn down these voices
Inside my head.

Lay down with me;
Tell me no lies.
Just hold me close;
Don’t patronize.

Don’t patronize me.

[Chorus:]
‘Cuz I can’t make you love me
If you don’t.
You can’t make your heart feel
Something it won’t.
Here in the dark
In these final hours,
I will lay down my heart
And I’ll feel the power;
But you won’t.
No, you won’t.
‘Cuz I can’t make you love me
If you don’t.

I’ll close my eyes,
Then I won’t see
The love you don’t feel
When you’re holding me.

Morning will come,
And I’ll do what’s right;
Just give me till then
To give up this fight.

And I will give up this fight.

[Chorus]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prompt rules:
On to the weekend prompt. This weekend we’re asking you to add thirty of your own words to the following three words for a total of thirty-three. Good luck!
myopic
dazzle
basin
– See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-seven.html?m=0#sthash.2eq1DmKX.dpuf

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Would You Believe?

05 Thursday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in The Mag

≈ 54 Comments

Tags

belief, flying, hope, language, Love, passion, Poetry, promises, The Mag, wings, words

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He came to me
passion dripping
from lips
all could see
but me
blind as bats
wild as cats
hope intact
would you believe?

The bloodstains
he tried
to hide
in vain
visible, true
red turned
to pink
diffused
in the pouring rain.

He came to me
sucked my
simple words
as a breath
our tongues
together flowed free
I understood
his intentions
would you believe?

The language
he spoke
in whispers
that choked
the ugliness
this world evoked
light white
completely covering
the grey.

He came to me
promising
to stay
giving a way
for wings
to grow
now
flying concurrently
would you believe?

Would You Believe? 105 words
Written for The Mag 196
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/?m=0

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A$$ets!

04 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Trifecta, Trifextra

≈ 57 Comments

Tags

apple, arse, assets, backside, behind, bips, boon, booty, boys, bum, bun, bund, caboose, cheeky, culetto, derrière, duffs, fanny, girls, Gluteus Maximus, hams, mounds, Music, photography, Poetry, popa, rear, rump roast, Some Girls, tail, The Rolling Stones, Trifecta, tush

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Some boys call them bums
to me this is not fun

Some boys call them mounds
to that I will always frown

Some boys call them a caboose
I don’t think that’s too cute

Some boys call them tail
to this I will always wail

Some boys call them cheeky
only those who want to get freaky

Some boys call them rump roast
only those who want a surprise champagne toast

Some boys call them fanny
only those who like lace panties

Some boys call them booty
thinking this term is being cutie

French boys call them derrière
the love language that isn’t fair

English boys call them arse
that’s not sexy of course

Dutch boys call them bips
one of them is going to get clipped

Italian boys call them culetto
let me just kick them with my stiletto

Russian boys call them popa
sounds like they’re smoking dope-a

Portuguese boys call them boon
to that I just might swoon

Jewish boys call them tush
to that I always will blush

So give me all of the names
different but mean the same

apple
backside
behind
bun
bund
duffs
hams
rear

All crystal clear
The beautiful
Gluteus Maximus
or
my favorite
A$$ets!


Note: Listen to The Rolling Stones Some Girls and sing my words!
Here are theirs:
Some girls give me money
Some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry
That I never thought I’d own
Some girls give me diamonds
Some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to
I don’t ever want it back
Some girls give me jewelry
Others buy me clothes
Some girls give me children
I never asked them for
So give me all your money
Give me all your gold
I’ll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own
Some girls take my money
Some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back
And leave me with a lethal dose
French girls they want Cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine
English girls they’re so prissy
I can’t stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook
I don’t want them to ever call at all
White girls they’re pretty funny
Sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night
I just don’t have that much jam
Chinese girls are so gentle
They’re really such a tease
You never know quite what they’re cookin’
Inside those silky sleeves
Give me all you money
Give me all your gold
I’ll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own
Some girls they’re so pure
Some girls so corrupt
Some girls give me children
I only made love to her once
Give me half your money
Give me half your car
Give me half of everything
I’ll make you world’s biggest star by half
So gimme all your money
Give me all your gold
Let’s go back to Zuma beach
I’ll give you half of everything I own
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

A$$ets 205 words
Written for Trifecta: Week 106
The word is:

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Here are the rules and where you can link up: Happy Hanukkah to our Jewish friends. Now let’s all write our tushes off.

Remember:
• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
• Trifecta is open to everyone.
– See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-106.html?m=0#sthash.uXMuPjCf.dpuf

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All Creatures

04 Wednesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in dVerse

≈ 40 Comments

Tags

Avalon, creatures, Don't Save It All For Christmas Day, eyes, hand, heart, I love you, Music, photography, Poetry, soul

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Look into a creature’s eyes
See into their soul
All creatures have longings
That cannot be controlled
Know that each creature is worth
a hand to hold,
a heart to console,
an I love you to be told
***************************

All Creatures 38 Words
Written for dVerse Open Link Night 125
http://dversepoets.com/2013/12/03/open-link-night-week-125/#comments

Note: inspired by
*the picture prompt that I found somewhere last week and cannot remember where
*the quote below
*the song & lyrics below

With the holidays near, I encourage everyone to remember to show love in the days to come but, also consider to show love other times too. Don’t just save it for the holidays or as the song title says, “Don’t Save It All For Christmas Day”
Cheers!
~Unaware But Underlined

Leo Buscaglia
‘Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which the potential to turn a life around.’

Four Seasons in One Haiku (comeback)

03 Tuesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in comeback, Haiku

≈ 30 Comments

Tags

comeback, fall, Haiku, Poetry, seasons, Spring, summer, Winter

An amazing poet on WP has inspired me yet again for another ‘comeback’ poem.
Please go check out his offering from earlier today.
Four Seasons in One Haiku | RichardAnkersWrites
https://richardankerswrites.wordpress.com/2013/12/03/four-seasons-in-one-haiku/
Here is my offering:

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Summer is the best
Spring and Fall are much too wet
Winter bitter yet

Thanks Richard, you just might warm me up to winter…one day! Cheers 🙂

“I’m Only Human” (The Homeless Man’s Song)

03 Tuesday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Five Sentence Fiction

≈ 38 Comments

Tags

Five sentence fiction, homeless, hug, human, I Won't Give Up, Jason Mrsz, Music, photography, Poetry

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I am only a human being, a human becoming, you ask how long I’ve been out here displaced.

I am only a human being, a human becoming, you look into my eyes, not afraid of my face.

I am only a human being, a human becoming, you want to hear stories about my history, family, and birthplace.

I am only a human being, a human becoming, to you I’m just one part of the vastly beautiful human race.

I am only a human being, a human becoming, you sense my unspoken longing for someone’s warm embrace.

95 words written for
http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-human/

Note: I have personally wanted to “give up” on humanity many times in my life.
People and their lack of sensitivity, hurts me…please listen to the song below and then go out and hug someone you’d never ever hug in a million years…I’ve given a stinky homeless man a hug after a 30 minute conversation on a freezing winter’s day.
I dislike being cold so this was sacrifice.
Oh, I gave him a fresh sandwich, fruit, veggies, and bottled water too.
Basic needs were taken care of, but I knew he wanted an ear and a hug, really…he was begging for more than just money for survival!!
Don’t forget: Humans are worth something…so don’t give up, keep looking up!

“I Won’t Give Up”

When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there’s so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

Well, I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up

And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find

‘Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up

I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not, and who I am

I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up, still looking up.

Well, I won’t give up on us (no I’m not giving up)
God knows I’m tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We’ve got a lot to learn (we’re alive, we are loved)
God knows we’re worth it (and we’re worth it)

I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up

Tea For Two In Dreams

02 Monday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku

≈ 11 Comments

Tags

dreams, Haiku, hot, Love, passion, Poetry, silk, Starbucks, Tazo, tea

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Drink in sips of tea
More than just leaves in silk
Hot Passion with me

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We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #003: Dream States | wdbwp
http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/12/02/we-drink-inspiration-poetry-prompt-003-dream-states/

TRUTHS (In Jazz)

01 Sunday Dec 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Free writing, Sunday Whirl

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

free write, jazz, Music, Poetry, Sting, Sunday Whirl, truths

TRUTHS (In Jazz)

Thanks to the rhythm speaking this night,
Words dancing in tune ready to explain their intellectual musical plight

TRUTHS (In Jazz)

Of issues through deep forces moving to capture some insight,
Orange hot fire burning wildly trouncing humanity’s blind eyesight

TRUTHS (In Jazz)

In a crisis of our time: past, present, future again becomes 20/20 vision now in hindsight,
Depending on roads taken we just might start to highlight

TRUTHS (In Jazz)

On the cusp of the border, you & me out in the limelight,
Putting love & hate together making order out of chaos or just slight

TRUTHS (In Jazz)

Free falling emotions of improvisational jamming wound up tight or maybe downright,
Expressing mysteries of pictures in sound through the ultimate muse’s outright

TRUTHS (In Jazz)

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TRUTHS (In Jazz) 126 words

This piece came from many sources:
~Sunday Whirl words http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/wordle-137/
~Free Writing
~Listening to Sting’s album ‘The Dream Of The Blue Turtles’
~Comments on some blogs about history and the wrongs done by those in history

I have been dreaming of blue turtles for the past few weeks.
A comment posted to a friend’s blog about the background of a piece he submitted for the last Trifecta on Wednesday, reminded me to look up Sting and other masters playing for his 60th birthday…he’s one handsome man at 62…mmmmm, mmmm!

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Listen to the master Sting and then read the lyrics.
I fell in love with this whole album, The Dream Of The Blue Turtles, when I was a teenager in 1985…
Every song on the album is a hit and speaks TRUTHS…
These words are still TRUTHS many years later…

“Consider Me Gone”

There were rooms of forgiveness
In the house that we share
But the space has been emptied
Of whatever was there
There were cupboards of patience
There were shelfloads of care
But whoever came calling
Found nobody there

After today, consider me gone

Roses have thorns, and shining waters mud
And cancer lurks deep in the sweetest bud
Clouds and eclipses stain the moon and the sun
And history reeks of the wrongs we have done

After today, consider me gone

I’ve spent too many years at war with myself
The doctor has told me it’s no good for my health
To search for perfection is all very well
But to look for Heaven is to live here in Hell

After today, consider me gone
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On A Wire

29 Friday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku

≈ 27 Comments

Tags

birds, desire, dream, fly, Haiku, language, lyre, Poetry, sing

Birds on a wire
Sing language of the lyre
Desire noticed

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DP Haiku Challenge:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/

Dancing With The Ocean

28 Thursday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haibun, Haiku

≈ 39 Comments

Tags

dance, Haibun, Haiku, Music, ocean, Poetry, soul, waves

This afternoon I am alone.
My heart’s cry moves me to this rock where I am able to sit and think, letting all of the cares of my world shrink.
In a moment of silence, I close my eyes.
Gazing deep inside I see the ocean’s tides rise high.
The waves are speaking to me in languages that I understand fluently.
The crashing thunderous explosions of the waves circulate and crest into the rock that I sit upon. In a whoosh, the waves tell me tales of days long ago and of the passionate nights of many a soul. The messages float to the surface from the deep. Calling out my heart listens intently.

Relaxing alone
Ocean waves
Speak to my soul

The ocean calls my name, over and over again and again, beckoning me to dive in.
Yes, I must move on my impulses by giving into the calls.
Obligingly I remove my dress and undergarments.
I sink into the warmth of the ocean’s currents.
Freedom!
I dance and move to the musical tones of the waves ebb and flow.
Back and forth gently I twirl without stopping.
The movements of the ocean in me and with me are natural, soft and deep.
I’m in a trance-like dream, eyes wide open.
I am one with the ocean.

Naked inside and out
Dancing
To the music of the ocean’s love

The music of the waves play for what feels like hours but I realize it has only been a few minutes.
Abruptly the music stops.
Stillness.
Not a sound to be found.
The silence is begetting.
I desired for the ocean to continue to speak to me.
The undiscovered words peaked my curiosity.
I longed to stay, for my soul to be flooded once again.
I knew that it was time to go.
As I returned to the surface out of the depth of darkness, the waves gently splashed at my feet and water dripped down my thigh, reminding me of the entranced moments of being one with the ocean.

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Picture by Suzanne

Dancing With The Ocean
341 words
Written for Haibun Challenge Picture Prompt
http://www.yakutia-coppercure.co.uk/2/post/2013/11/weekly-haibun-challenge-picture-prompt-week.html

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Forget Me Not (old-fashioned unrequited love in Prose and Haiku)

28 Thursday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku, The Mag, Trifecta, Trifextra

≈ 55 Comments

Tags

alone, bitter, boat, cold, dreams, flash fiction, Haiku, I love you, numb, Poetry, thoughts, Trifecta, unrequited love, words

I lay here thinking of the words you’ve spoken,
all alone my heart is broken.

I think I’ll sail away out to sea,
to forget the day you took my heart from me.

You haunt me still in dreams and thought,
you promised to always forget me not!

If I float, drift, and rock,
will my thoughts forget you not?

The water seems tranquil, peacefully still,
my thoughts reflect on your words, “I love you and I always will.”

I will pluck these thoughts of you forever,
the love you gave then took has made me quite bitter.

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This boat is my home
I want to live here alone
Cold- numb without you

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Forget Me Not (old-fashioned unrequited love in Prose and Haiku)
113 words
Written for 3 writing challenges; Magpie Tales, Trifecta, and DP Weekly Haiku Challenge (5/7/5)

Magpie Tales 195 picture prompt: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2013/11/mag-195.html?m=1

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Trifecta week 105 word prompt “pluck”:
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-105.html?m=1

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DP Haiku Challenge:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/

Ocean Love

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku

≈ 56 Comments

Tags

deep, Haiku, Love, me, ocean, Poetry, you

Ocean deep waters

Keep my heart from wandering

To land without you

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5/7/5 Haiku written for DP Weekly challenge
Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/

Thief

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku, Heyku poetry

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

day, Haiku, night, Poetry, thief, time

You stole it all

Like a thief in the night

Days are growing shorter

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Unfolding

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku, Heyku poetry

≈ 28 Comments

Tags

eternity, Haiku, open, Poetry, thankfully, time, unfolding

Unfolding you gradually

A gift I’ll thankfully open

From now to eternity

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Awaken

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku, Heyku poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

day, dreams, Haiku, Poetry, reality, time

Dreams long forgotten

I awaken

To the reality of the day

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Summer Night

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

days, Haiku, light, night, Poetry, summer, time

Summer night lights

Pulling us in

As days grow shorter

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Summer Solstice

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

Haiku, longest day, morning, Poetry, summer solstice, time, without you

A morning without you

Summer Solstice

The longest day of the year

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Embrace

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 10 Comments

Tags

embrace, grace, heart, Heyku, Poetry, time

My heart awaits your embrace

Time stops without a trace

In the place of God’s grace

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Entwined

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 18 Comments

Tags

entwined, Heyku, Poetry, souls, time

Your soul and mine entwined

Not by our doing

But by the One who created time

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Tick, Tock

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

hands, Hayku, Poetry, time

What makes you tick?

What makes you tock?

Time is in your hands, you hold the clock

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Time

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Haiku

≈ 34 Comments

Tags

arms, Haiku, Poetry, rest, time

Time passes too fast

In your arms I want to rest

There time will stand still

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5/7/5 Haiku written for DP Weekly challenge
Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/

The Dress

23 Saturday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Free writing, Haiku

≈ 46 Comments

Tags

bedroom, box, camera, dance, dress, Haiku, hors d' oeuvres, Love, lovers, meal, Music, notes, paper, photography, Poetry, prose, wine, wrapped

The box. Beautifully wrapped laying on our bed. It shocked me to see such beauty waiting for me. I almost didn’t want to disturb the paper and bows so intricately wrapped but your instructions said, “Put it on my beautiful one, I want to see you move and bring to life the room when you walk in. I love you- forever and always. Until…” I knew your words were not just words, they were you, pure and true. So I opened the box.

treasures found
in words of love
wrapped in layers of more than paper

My eyes widened as I lifted the dress, oh the dress, out of the box. Perfect! You knew exactly what would move my soul, my heart, my body….you knew. Touching its beauty, I knew this dress was made for me. As if it was an extension of me. I slipped it on feeling as if there was a piece of my soul connected to it. As it caressed my skin, I tingled. Life forces moved inside of me that are unexplainable. I felt like a new woman. Secretly my mind moved through our evening and back to our bedroom, where this dress would be removed by you. You and I would dance another dance that only two lovers can remember yet conjure up. Our romance.

second skin
caressing from the outside in
lover’s dance

I twirled and danced in our bedroom just for a minute longer. Slipping my shoes on, I was almost ready for our night. Music, wine, hors d’ oeuvres, several courses in our meal and then dancing. The public dance of us, long lovers still in love. You called me from downstairs, “Are you ready, my love?” “Yes.” I said descending to the bottom of the stairs. You said, “Stand there. I want to see you in the light and I want to capture this moment.” Grabbing your camera, you told me to open the dress and dance for you now. Of course, I did.

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The Dress 335 words
An experiment of prose and haiku combined

Release

22 Friday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 48 Comments

Tags

beautiful, created, Heyku, inside, me, Poetry, release, universe, you

Inside of me I see

a beautiful universe created

for you to release

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E6 (Middle E)

22 Friday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 19 Comments

Tags

elevated, eluding, emotion, escalated, eternity, evolution, Heyku, Poetry

Evolution of Emotion

Elevated and Escalated

Eluding to Eternity

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Life cycle

22 Friday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 13 Comments

Tags

art, creation, death, Heyku, life, Poetry

Creation’s pain, in waiting

Death’s anthesis

Life’s gain, a new Genesis

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My Forest

22 Friday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 34 Comments

Tags

birth, earth, forest, Heyku, photography, Poetry, seeds, tattoo, trees

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Trees inside of my forest hide

seeds under its earth

awaiting for the day of anticipated birth

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Daily Prompt: Tattoo….You? | The Daily Post
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/prompt-tattoo/
Tattoo…You!

The Letter

21 Thursday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in The Mag

≈ 52 Comments

Tags

adventure, far away land, flash fiction, handwritten, ink, letter, Love, Poetry, romance, travels

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Tasted of love and beauty
As good coffee and tea
Were consumed
Writing sweetly to me
From daylight until the hours were wee.

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Smelled of his perfumed hands grasping a pen filled with ink
Handwriting words that he knew would sink
Into deeper than my soul.

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Traveled through many a country
Coated with fingerprints of people
Speaking languages I don’t understand.

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Heard the air gush
As it traveled but did not rush
Into my soft eager hands.

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Saw the light of the day
When it came my way
Entering more than just my eyes.

It entered my heart
My soul
Mind
And body
Magically it danced
And moved in me romance

I’m thankful and I’ll treasure
The travel and adventure
Of the words handwritten
On the letter he wrote from
That far away land.

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The Letter 179 words
Written for The Mag 194
Link up here: http://magpietales.blogspot.fi/2013/11/mag-194.html?m=1

I Was Rich Once

21 Thursday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Five Sentence Fiction

≈ 32 Comments

Tags

bees, chocolate, flash fiction, holiday, honey, ink, jokes, kisses, laughter, letters, Love, money, Poetry, poor, rich, stationary, words

I was rich once, not in money
but in stationary,
dripping with your ink
of lovely words for me.

I was rich once, not in money
but in chocolatey kissed candy,
from every holiday including
from the Easter bunny.

I was rich once, not in money
but in funny
secret jokes
laughter evoked
between you and me only.

I was rich once, not in money
but in honey
sweetened by bees that lived in the trees and flowers,
my tea always tasted of their beautiful journey.

I was rich once, now I am poor
the honey is no more,
the jokes are no more,
the chocolatey kisses have fallen from my lips,
the inky stationary is all I have left.

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I Was Rich Once 120 words
Written for 5 Sentence Fiction
Lillie McFerrin Writes – Five Sentence Fiction – Letters
http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-letters/

Lillie McFerrin Writes

More Than A Companion

21 Thursday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Trifecta, Trifextra

≈ 16 Comments

Tags

companion, earth, flash fiction, Jesus, Love, Poetry, servant, Trifecta

He was more than a companion,
He came to serve
He spoke familiar words,
But with a curve.

He spoke not of laws
Or rules to observe,
He spoke of love
Giving his without reserve.

His loving affection
He did not conserve,
His plan of direction
He did not swerve.

He came to this earth,
Humanity his goal to preserve
Loving humans in ways
No human deserves.

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More Than A Companion 67 words
Written for Trifecta Week 104
Link up here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-104.html?m=1

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On to the weekly prompt.

COMPANION (noun)
1
: one that accompanies another : comrade, associate; also: one that keeps company with another
2
obsolete : rascal
3
a : one that is closely connected with something similar
b : one employed to live with and serve another

Remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
• Trifecta is open to everyone.
This week’s word is companion.

The Man

21 Thursday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Friday Fictioneers

≈ 46 Comments

Tags

addictions, bar, beer, broken, flash fiction, handwritten, Love, notes, pen, photography, Poetry, story, tattoo, tragedy

Out of nowhere
You were there
Across the bar
Did you have to glare that hard?
I noticed you too
Your tattoo peeking through
Did you need help, maybe?
Another beer, possibly?
A pen is what you asked
Then you dashed off real fast
Came back and paid your tab
Handing me the napkin note
You left before I had time to read what you wrote
That was the beginning of our love story
It ended two years later in tragedy
Your addictions have you fragmented
Broken pieces on street cement
My love cannot mend
The broken pieces together again

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The Man 100 words written for Friday Fictioneers November 22, 2013
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple | Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Link up and join in the FUN!

ART

19 Tuesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 14 Comments

Tags

art, beautiful, creativity, eyes, Heyku, photography, Poetry

Art is

Beautiful

In someone’s eyes

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HEART

19 Tuesday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 22 Comments

Tags

art, creativity, ear, heart, Heyku, Love, Poetry, words

Inside of HEART

Are the words EAR and ART

Listen to beats of creativity

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The Lover’s Kiss

17 Sunday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 36 Comments

Tags

art, etched, forever, Heyku, kiss, lips, lovers, photography, Poetry, scars, tattoo

The lover’s first kiss

What bliss when her lips met his

Never to part, forever etched in scars

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Daily Prompt: Tattoo….You? | The Daily Post
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/prompt-tattoo/
Tattoo…You

Juxtaposition

17 Sunday Nov 2013

Posted by unawarebutunderlined in Heyku poetry

≈ 58 Comments

Tags

50 ways, Heyku, juxtaposition, lover, Music, Poetry, sing, tell her

Paul sings of 50 ways

Billy sings to just tell her

The juxtaposition: LOVER

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