She of female colour
works a cherry path
tripping rainbow wind and flaunting a song,
the nightingale rapture…
A bountiful traveller, her bowl swimming,
a vagrant obstreperous kite.
This leonine hue, this invigorated sunrise, she is yolk.
Woman spills from her delicate fingers,
impolite yet forgiven as it falls.
She of 1000 clouds and velvet womb,
a mountain of compulsion.
SHE
a bolt of flesh silk
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Ahhh…Silver artist of wonders….so so insanely beautiful…Love thas. The colours in the words are so bright my eyes are stung. Just lovely. xo
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oh my joy to make your eyes sting…. i would love to read them like you are…yours a FABULOUS read, just brings so much life to them…not sure I can get my head around the technology though!
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ahh, well took me some time, but was fun, maybe you will someday. Hope you’re well siver one:)
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i have a tummy ache actually! but it will heal xx
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I don’t think I understood a word of this…but I LOVED IT! It is quite rare that a piece of beauty which causes one to think ‘eh?’ can captivate you so, yet the luscious colours and images seem so realistic it is so very difficult not to simply enjoy and find so relaxing this piece of poetry.
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Thats wonderful, you make me smile…I know it is quite weird…but i think it is just about the way of the woman to enrapture and move….to sting… but in her feminine beauty get away with it… hmmm i am still learning from my own poetry! xxx
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Love it!!!!
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love YOU xx
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Bountiful beauty!
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thanks the life basket does overflow xxxx
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just magic!! you are the silver poet and from from your pen does mercury flow…i love it!
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i love mercury, so thank you xx
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just amazing. moving words and a kick ass painting. Wow. thanks
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thank you very much! its a big one that painting, thank you for the compliment!
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liking it lots
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I like that you like xx
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You’re on the A-List
https://silverpoetry.wordpress.com/this-silver-cat-thanks-you/
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A melting analogy of melody and sentiments~ bravo!~Sincerely Deborah
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Thankyou very much 🙂
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Oh my. This is quite possibly my very favorite work of yours, and I can`t quite say why. Maybe because it actually sweats magic. Wow.
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Maybe because it is about the amazing beauty that is female (you)…and it resonates xx
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🙂 Yes. Maybe.
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no maybe about it.
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“Impolite, yet forgiven as it falls…” because impolite isn’t to be forgiven, but cherished.
You are great, you impolite, fertile, great yolk of a poet!
Thank-you for this feeling of triumph and of…well, stinging eyes..
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Well I’ll take THAT to the bank! thank you for your poetic compliment, sweet love bug!
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me love this
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haha GOODY!
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THANKS!
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