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06-29-2011, 07:10 PM
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Heart Thief...
You walked away so long ago
I cried so at the start I've tried so hard to love again But how, without my heart. Among the things you took with you When you walked out the door, My soul, my heart My faith in love, Now lost forevermore.
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06-29-2011, 07:58 PM
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From the 9 Word Poetry Challenge from a few years back...
This is what I wrote with the 9 words that were provided in the challenge. I wrote this a few years ago...
The 9-Word Poetry Challenge: Dilettante * Flotsam * Sheer * Lighter * Lazy * Woeful* Ivory * Filigree * Leaves The Elephants Graveyard Ivory bones bleached lighter by the sun, Shining through the filigree of leaves. Trumpeting widow’s woeful cries are done Her sorrow-laden heart no longer grieves. Very much like flotsam they are now Sheer, skeletal debris all that remains. Where now that massive head and noble brow, That curling trunk that drank of the sweet rains? The wild holds no refuge from the callous hunter Greed impels him here to where the beasts abide. Triumphant they carry their kill as they saunter, Never knowing nor caring how many have died. Dilettantes discussing the length, shape and sizes, And the glorious trophy as they made their stave. Ornaments are fashioned from the ivory prizes Carved from all the tusks picked up from that grave. Lazy matrons vying to obtain possession Of the bounty brought to the homeland shores. Anxious eyes covet with greedy obsession To add yet more booty to their treasure stores.
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06-29-2011, 08:13 PM
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06-29-2011, 08:15 PM
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words fall like rain washing over me cleansing my soul
wishing for the time when I can feel whole whispers in my ear tease my imagination waking me from this sleep and procrastination where will it lead on this winding path hoping that this feeling lasts broken words shattered past can you see behind my glass look deep to find who I am my walls are like a dam one look from you and it broke spilling forth till im soaked Ri~ |
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08-29-2011, 06:06 PM
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9 Word Poetry Challenge...
I wrote this not long ago-it's one of my fav's...hope you enjoy it!
Mending, Treasure, Morning, Alone, Fact, Soul, Love, Future, Hoping... Morning comes, And I’m finally alone To ponder the fact That my heart is still mending From the tearing And the rending Yes Still mending… So… Isn’t there some stitch-witchery That will completely set me free? To love again To trust again And yet Again… My heart is still mending From the tearing And the rending Yes Still mending… So…(Sew it together now…) My body you may pleasure Now and then at your leisure, But the fabric of my heart To me is the real treasure… And the resilience of my soul Only I alone know… So…(Sew it together now…) I’m hoping for future love That fits Mmmm…like a kid glove, Hoping and coping with my Heart that’s still mending From the tearing And the rending Yes… Still mending… Morning Comes… And I capture the sunrise Shining in my eyes And I realise With quiet surprise… That my heart is done mending From the tearing And the rending Yes Done mending... Yes Done mending... Boots lkf 4/29/11 |
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08-29-2011, 06:12 PM
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And...yet another 9 word challenge...:)
Tremble
Lips Dinner Menu Watch Calculate Time Rush Table "Just Desserts" The fancy red napkin discreetly covers my lap as I pick at my delicious dinner... Watching you watch me... My lips begin to tremble as I see you calculate the time, and the distance... as your hands caress my thigh-highs under the table, taunting, teasing... telling me to "Relax... there's no rush... Daddy always delivers the dessert menu, right on time..." Boots lkf 5/2011 |
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08-29-2011, 06:30 PM
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Femme Unraveled...(The Tapestry)
I’m supposed to be put together…been told I know how to do that well...
Yet I have so many loose ends going this way and that… The man-child …a hot blue brilliant flame of strong satin ribbon…trying desperately to blame… The ex…a worn black leather cord…it’s tightly knotted razor edges once loved and adored… The lover…a sky blue silk string…deliciously wrapped so delicately in between… The dog…a metallic soldered silver thread slipping carefully by cheating death... The job…a wiry rough jute rope…frayed and full of false promises and hopes… The friends…a multiple strand of vibrant yarns wrapped round me keeping safe from harm… The family…a soft and strong cotton blend allowing me room to grow and bend… The Femme…a fierce fiery red silk strand carefully and intricately sewn by hand… All these loose ends somehow find their place... in their own interwoven interface… It’s a mystery that even I sometimes cannot see… But when I really look… a beautiful femme tapestry… Boots 10/31/10 lkf I'm just getting started here on BFP...if interested to read more, go to BF and click on my blogs...Bootsandheels...
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08-30-2011, 05:25 PM
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A Poetry Challenge -- 9 words
Haste
Public Journey Lips Sweet Intrigue Illuminate Shame Bound BOUND It was a six year journey you took me on... (in the beginning the strongest of bonds...) So unaware of the intrigue you held for me there... (in the beginning you were so full of light... in that public room your halo so bright... in the beginning you could illuminate my darkest night... in the beginning I could finally see... the sweet hot butch of you igniting an explosion of femme in me...) Then slowly you bound me with your nameless shame, a crushed and broken halo your wicked game, and pressing your finger across my lips with a drunken smile you whispered and hissed... Shhh Shhh Shhh... Boots 8/2011 lkf |
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