sacred
sacral
scared we shut our eyes
scarred we are numb
living in skin
evil is the lie we tell
santa is a jingle bell
in the rain of diamond Terra
shards to bring us into Firma
this storm
becomes me
a
satanic flowering
revealing
in the raw
the luscious grief
god is salt upon my tongue
and
skin
and
goodness is a flood
remembering
dog my friend the only truth
digging
thought
through
dirt is my imagination
rough
and behind this gem
this blinking sapphire of a thing
we come together
strapped and aching
eyes shining at this
wide
and
tidal
ruse
and in between the phosphorus sea
and line of pure shore
we stand
a momentary glitch
Silver Poetry 
Always intrigue by you artwork…its beauty and bold statements.
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it is pretty bold
it takes some courage for me to let go to it sometimes, its a demanding thing 🙂
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courage
to wander
refreshing blunders
so much beauty
in life
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*These are all imaginations of a fascinating desire* … And following our hearts to an amazing “dream” is often accompany by feelings of anxiety and butterfly-like-anticipation … Nonetheless … We should should keep our focus on what we want … Because … Our partner is feeling exactly the same way that we are feeling … Smiling … It is a fact … This is just so beautiful … Thanks … The Silver Poet … I always get carried away by your poems …
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Oh your words are interesting to me and must be contemplated x
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🙂 … So are your wonderful poems … Thanks Again … The Silver Poet …
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Reblogged this on The ObamaCrat.Com™ and commented:
Beautiful words and gorgeous artwork. Thank you Ms. Silver Poet
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thankYOU kind sir x
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My pleasure.
( ° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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now THAT is clever!
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😯 😆
😉 🙂 😀
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“living in skin” what a beautiful line! Well done throughout. I especially liked how you located the associated image at the end of the post. It allows the reader to create a picture in their mind first and then follow it up with your intriguing and genuinely evocative artwork.
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Thankyou for your thoughtful comment 🙂 I hadn’t consider where I placed the picture… but I see you are right !
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mmmmm
evil is the lie we tell
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🙂
feels like it
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sure is…it’s a easy cool line…loved it.
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Reblogged this on Salty Pinches and commented:
I enjoy the unique poems and art work on this blog: silverpoetry.
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Thankyou!!
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I like the way you play with the words sacred, scared, scared, sacral, as if they are all permutations of each other, as no doubt they are.
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no doubt in my mind …x Thankyou for your appreciation Deborah
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Holy crap Poet, it’s like I come here to be taught some lesson that I cannot quite grasp… I find that you conquer language without even trying it seems… this poem is just rich with language and words, in ways I would never have thought to use them, or imagine they could be used. This is sheer genius.
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I am laughing, maybe because of that weird humility that wrestles for space in this tiny ego rich cupboard OR because I know we are Kin and we meet so perfectly in the peak of the sentence that it’s unthinkable you don’t see your perfection reflected here 🙂
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That is a massive comment, Poet. Massive.
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yes, but can you fit it in your cupboard?
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god is salt on my tongue – favorite line. nicely done overall….:)
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Thanks… sometimes salt sometimes sugar depending on my mood 🙂
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The word play here is deeeee-vine. God, dog, sacred, sacral, scared, scarred. The glitch, however…I long for those glitches.
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but we are the glitch we just are… i think we long to realise it and feel it and beeeee it in the knowing of our bones… its almost like the reality of the unreality is so much part of us that we have forgotten…
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