~suspended~
it is an unlikely animation
a milky cartoon
free seeming
yet
secured by
ribbons
connected to indigo chariots
the colour
not the speed
provided by snails or gods
you know,
with
glowing shells
BUT
remember please
we are more than shell
we are the red gold life that flourishes in coral and floats
bouyed on salt
singing
and squealing
we are fertility
coating the sun and disappearing
only
momentarily
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
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
BLUEJAY
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...
Silver Poetry 
Lovely. Just lovely Arna. Hope you’re well.
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hellO! yes very well, except for the usual mummy exhaustion, thanks for popping in… I’m going over to see what you’ve been up to now x
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Beautiful. Colorful.
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you are x
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🙂
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Red gold life in coral and floats, no one writes like this. Trent can only bow. And talk about himself in the third person for some odd reason.
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HAHA! LOL !!! you are funny she says 😕
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Magical…
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thankyou xx
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Once againe the art and poem work so very well together.
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those two were made to go together I just didn’t know it at the time…thankyou x
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great stuff !! just a small take that I caught is that the female is more than just a shell.
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yes, the female IS and on a deeper note that we are all more than a body and on that level of thinking are free of all the constructs that are connected or because of our body… we are a mind …of universal proportions!
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Once again, your words paint pictures for me. Beautiful, thanks!
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i am just happy to make art and smiles xx
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You have such an instinctive approach to poetry that’s so inspiring, you seem to have found the bridge between knowing and feeling and I’m always happy to cross it too when I read your poems.
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oh thank you, a very interesting way of putting it … i do feel sort of like I know what I am talking about based on the feeling I am having as I write but when I put my human mind back in and read the poetry I have to smile at the illogical nature of it all… x
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amazing, thank you x
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superb, chill giving hearts, and i like it, a whole lot….
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I like seeing you here it is a treat!!! and now I will sneak over and see what you’ve been up to , pen friend love maker
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hugs – always a pleasure.
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Love the whole poem, esp: ‘secured by / ribbons / connected to indigo chariots /
the colour / not the speed / provided by snails or gods …’
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Thankyou Polly x
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Your dexterity with words is amazing. 🙂
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Thankyou very much…. both my parents are word lovers and i was pretty much born with a book on my face 😉
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