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I'll be away from IG for some time. Exactly how long, I'm not sure of. I'll return when it feels right. I apologize for my lack of response to recent tags. / The need to disengage is creeping into me. Heeding that sensation is important. Too many things in my head, and soon its heaviness bends the neck too much, and I like seeing tall trees, reflecting windows, mountains and the sky. It has become time to activate a filter. I will logout of IG in a few days. Therefore, I won't be aware of any tags, etc. I promise to catch up. / To those who have become unmet friends, or anyone else, if you wish to contact me, please do. You can reach me via the email in my profile. I'll haphazardly check in on it. / Many of you have been gracious with your time and comments. I thank you. I feel a pleasent responsibility towards you. I am jubilant that anything I've written can entertain, or otherwise have an affect on a reader's imagination. / Once again, I honestly thank you, and will see you again. / The #sleeping #fractured #selfie is for D, @littlemissbadracontuer. / #ArtlixirPoetry #ByMePoetry #HerHeartPoetry #InstaHaikuGram / #haiku #haikuoftheday #haikuofinstagram #igverse #instahaiku #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #realhaiku #writing   #writingcommunity #writershigh
Y si se trata de escribir, primero que nos parta un rayo, que ya después, a trozos, intentaremos reconstruirnos.
So, @littlemissbadraconteur and myself were chatting about rabbit holes, and how they create their own special type of echo. Eventually we got to talking about words and a haiku evolved. Then siblings of that first haiku were spawned. Now, like gremlins in a rainstorm, they're everywhere! Damn Deanna, you're one of my favorites. Your way with words is truculent and cozy. @littlemissbadraconteur & @e_a_s_ #ArtlixirPoetry   #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #HerHeartPoetry #InstaHaikuGram / #haiku #haikuoftheday #haikuofinstagram #igverse #instahaiku #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #realhaiku #writing   #writingcommunity #writershigh
Wallow You wallow in a slick, of perfection turned gore, forcing rancid smiles, through a beautiful stench. The slop wetting your feet, is squalid discontent. Your valueless eyes, stare astutely at the rain, having endured brutalities, crying and fancy screams. You stain everywhere, with a lovely pox of dreams. You wear as a prayer, the purity in other eyes, feeding them breathless nights, so starvation gets an alter. There is no care in what you do, they're to blame if they falter. EaS #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #HerHeartPoetry#artlixirlive #heavypoetry #igverse #instapoet #metaphor #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryclub #poetryisart #poetscommunity #poetsofig #poetsociety #writer #writershigh #writing #writingcommunity
#SpokenWord (audio on 🔉🙂) / On a Butterfly’s Eye Ivory brushstrokes, tantalize on high, blushing their brilliance, onto subtle clouds, supporting the layers, of our valiant sky. Every glint from a sun, each shimmer on a moon, all the sparkles at night, and the daylight’s glow, are found on a butterfly’s eye, in reality’s cosmic tone. The endearing eternity, at the core of every sheen, that began all our dreams, remains a delicate thing, never craving to be seen. It's far gone and always lingering, glimmering inside reflections, refracting from forever’s stream, winking from some distant scenery, as tiny glances of the lovely gleam. EaS Written for the #IvoryGleam #ArtlixirPoetryChallenge . / #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken#ArtlixirGiveAway #ArtlixirLive #heavypoetry #igverse #instapoet #metaphor #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryclub #poetryisart #poetscommunity #poetsofig #poetsociety #writer #writershigh #writing #writingcommunity
So, @littlemissbadraconteur and myself were chatting about rabbit holes, and how they create their own special type of echo. Eventually we got to talking about words and a haiku evolved. Then siblings of that first haiku were spawned. Now, like gremlins in a rainstorm, they're everywhere! Damn Deanna, you're one of my favorites. Your way with words is truculent and cozy. @littlemissbadraconteur & @e_a_s_ #ArtlixirPoetry   #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #HerHeartPoetry #InstaHaikuGram / #haiku #haikuoftheday #haikuofinstagram #igverse #instahaiku #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #realhaiku #writing   #writingcommunity #writershigh
As Low as The River As low as the river, in days of formality. Its flow slows morosely, loathe to plod forth, and be part of some sea. Its rapids of majesty, once whooped in laughter, riding the loping currents, where rough mountain shores, adore happy droplets. The river’s hardy heart, now impounded by silt, slackens with a frown. It renounces while drowning, having lost its roiling crown. Heavy with guilty pressure, ladled from what's above, it presses the ocean floor. It pesters for a deep crevasse, where it may again plunge, whirling to rediscover, the terrific torrents, of the long ago wild river. EaS / #artlixirlive #creativewriting #freeverse #igverse #literature #notpoppoetry #poem #poetry #poetryclub #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig #poetryofig #poetsociety #writing   #writingcommunity #writershigh / #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #HerHeartPoetry
Forever Warm It will be forever warm, at some far off, unknown place, on my time's timid horizon, where I, at long last, will become gently dead. This heart will bury itself, without foolish fashion, high born ritual, nor wicked particulars, of a preordained depth. All shall be irrelevant, unbeknownst to me, when, digging with my heart, deep and far from it all, I'll be my final work of art. This heat left unburned, will smolder below, scorching the surrounding soil. It will morph bones, impregnating my sorrow, altering the unfeeling stones. It will call to deeper things, fluorescing putrescently, to wriggle and snivel, sheltering near my coals. This roiling energy, long wasted and unspent, desperate to roam the heights, will finally be the light, far down in moist darkness, in some kind of eyes. EaS / I hope no one minds me tagging them. If so, please let me know. 😊 / #artlixirlive #creativewriting #freeverse #igverse #literature #notpoppoetry #poem #poetry #poetryclub #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig #poetryofig #poetsociety #writing   #writingcommunity #writershigh / #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #HerHeartPoetry
Dumb Brute I've seen the dumb brute, down low in the muck, knees stirring the debris, dropped without thought. His search for sustenance, never ends when found, there's always some other, perhaps sour or savory, never tried before flavor. A desire for the base meaning, within the grime of his nails, keeps the hunger unfulfilled, for the unsacred answers, about what created the swill. So, toss and let go, those things you ponder, no more than winter's snow, or inner beauty’s glow. The brute you notice once, watches your hands, traces your eyes, waiting for your debris. He wonders why it is, so many ask the simple whys. EaS ...just a dumb brute. Do you know one? 😉 / #artlixirlive #creativewriting #freeverse #igverse #literature #notpoppoetry #poem #poetry #poetryclub #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig #poetryofig #poetsociety #writing   #writingcommunity #writershigh / #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #HerHeartPoetry
👀👇 / i’ve strolled gauged gardens conversed with cultured cacti the wilds know better EaS We visited a beautiful area recently. The Planting Fields Arboretum State Historic Park is a lovely place. It was a great time with greater friends. / #plantingfieldsarboretum / #ArtlixirPoetry   #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #InstaHaikuGram #SilverLeafPoetry #TempleofWords / #haiku #haikuoftheday #haikuofinstagram #igverse #instahaiku #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #realhaiku #writing   #writingcommunity #writershigh
Our tempest’s lightning, strikes unconventional pyres. The fires consume, our noncommittal desires. / @inadvertentheart called out for #12wordstory . Well, here are my #12words Dee. / I took this grainy, low quality vid, while walking my bad ass puppy girl, Maya, at the beach a few evenings ago. / I see Falcor the luckdragon from #TheNeverendingStory in the clouds. He's slowly flying from left to right. What do you see @marjuri303 ? She had a #cloudwatching story a while back. She saw a foo dog in her clouds. I saw it as well. 😊☁️🌠 / #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #CornerBlogs #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #SilverLeafPoetry #TempleofWords #UntwineMe / #creativewriting #freeverse #igverse #instapoet #metaphor #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetscommunity #poetsofig #poetsociety #writer #writershigh #writing #writingcommunity
...found a new beach here on Staten Island to go walking along and fishing on. I noticed this log carving. It stands facing out at the water. A nice surprise. The beach has a protector. / things found at the beach conjure the dusk from the dawn their magic lives on EaS / pics: mine / #ArtlixirPoetry   #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #InstaHaikuGram #NewSchoolPoetry #UntwineMe / #haiku #haikuoftheday #haikuofinstagram #igverse #instahaiku #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #realhaiku #writing   #writingcommunity #writershigh
...tagged by @whiskeyandpens for a #throwbackthursday , but time has moved on to #FlashbackFriday . / ..."Op Beni Canim" a kyrielle...translation from Turkish: "Kiss me, my life/my dear." My wife's first language is Turkish. I've rewritten an earlier poem to her and it's become this #Kyirelle . Op Beni, Canim (Kiss Me, My Life/Dear) (pronounced : Ooep Beh-nih Jah-nuhm) A bench below fluttering leaves, enwrapped by summer's gentle weaves. Serene and calm in city's hum, as one heart, ”Op beni, canim." / They talk in smiles and closer lean, Eyes pleasantly wander their dream. They hear life's song and sing along, as one heart, ”Op beni, canim." / She blooms in his motion to her, He bows lower, his soul astir. The warmth of lips, a luscious sun, as one heart, ”Op beni, canim." / The days open worlds to wander. The nights holding lifetimes lover, Their twilight lives, still see the dawn, as one heart, ”Op beni, canim." / EaS #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #CornerBlogs #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #SilverLeafPoetry #TempleofWords #UntwineMe / #creativewriting #igverse #instapoet #metaphor #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetsofig #poetsociety #writer #writershigh #writing #writingcommunity
Forever We're more like children, less as adults, when we fret, and get flustered, about simple things, that are forever. This, all of it, always has been, therefore, will always be. It's each new day, and every old thing, even what's between, the unknown places, we still need to see. It's more smooth, than a lover's skin, as terrible a thing, anyone ever wants to see. Yet, it's what we are, and where we've been. It will wait for us, moving with speed, when we stand and sing. Just let it be, it will take care of us, and all the other things. It's our nightmares, our simple day to day, it's the blame we lay. for not paying attention, to its needs. You'll find it, so will I, after the heavy rain, between all the sands. It's the forever, we crave to spend, some so unwisely. We have to learn, it's not ours to define, it bows to no demand. EaS Inspired  by comment discussions with Kelli at @attemptingzen and Marie at @whiskeyandpens. Thank you ladies. #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #CornerBlogs #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #SilverLeafPoetry #TempleofWords #UntwineMe / #anxiety #nerves #creativewriting #freeverse #igverse #instapoet #metaphor #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisart #poetryislife #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetsofig #poetsociety #writer #writershigh #writing #writingcommunity
Marketing I wear your clothes, these tattered limits, smirking with approval. I swear your words, delimiting commerce, praising your external. I hazard these things, in this make believe, scenery of you as true. So easily removed, these light weight drapings, disguising simple rules. Your polished avenues, those glittering jewels, can pockmark so simply. Infect with difficulty, squeeze so severely, you'll flinch from necessity. The base of civility, weaves no fine thread, nor speaks in higher air. Under marketed lines, you'll bleed as fast, then beg for someone, less debonair. EaS / Marketing, the "art" of bull shit, is the oldest profession. / #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #CornerBlogs #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #SilverLeafPoetry #TempleofWords #UntwineMe / #heavypoetry #igverse #instapoet #metaphor #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisart #poetryislife #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetsofig #poetsociety #writer #writershigh #writing #writingcommunity
people everywhere each, a fresh breeze of the world every flag unfurled EaS #NYC #RockefellerCenter #tourism #playingtourist
I've begun training on the perpetuel calendar movement here at work. I usually take pics as I learn. You'll see a few of those pics above. I've also tossed a haiku into the mechanism for that high end touch. 😃 The perpetuel calendar mechanism needs no adjustment for any date of the year, including during leap years. It's all done mechanically. / calm assembly - haiku a calm assembly has gentle sounds of detail time has fools galore EaS pic credits : me (the pics were taken as I worked. Therfore, the lack of attention to the camera focus.) #creativewriting #haiku #haikujam #haikuoftheday #haikuofinstagram #igverse #instahaiku #literature #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #realhaiku #writing #writershigh
...tagged by the @inadvertentheart for the prompt #tranquility . Here goes...oh, and a few random pics of my day to day in #NYC . / Moments - no. 9 : Altitudes You can hear the buildings, call with grand remarks, on the silver and shade sky, that this is their rightful place. They make this claim, calmly, with no disguise, whether down low or up high. The tranquility that rests, upon their glass panes, reflects the torrid pace, scouring the ground. Light moves down there, uncontained and unashamed, wild with ricochets, letting the altitudes hum, under a cozy blanket of sound. So, I'll rest, and wind down up here, pretending that light is nothing to fear. EaS / pic credits : me #ArtlixirPoetry #ArtlixirSpoken #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #HerHeartPoetry #TempleofWords / #art #artlixirlive #creativewriting #freeverse #igverse #literature #notpoppoetry #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig #poetryofig #poetsociety #writing #writershigh
This was long so I retype this for spirit reasons: Remember how pure your Eden was. Brilliant shells and magical dolphins Thrived in the clean waters of the In the clean waters of the shores Of your childhood. Then their spawn sore sponsored Ships crossed the media Atlantic Like grim ghosts their crafts Lingered off your tender coasts. So open were you. So unknowing Were you. So free were you. Their colonists rolled images, barrels And bundles off their bottom-line planks Into your eyes and ears before you could Even speak their language. They gave companies your heart's land to Raise their brands in the old growth Of your mind. They clear cut your Future's forests to graze herds of their Wealth. They fed your warriors digital Liquor and high definition trinkets. They Forced your children into their schools Of paper religion. Their marketing towns Pollute your streams. Their settlers eat Your wilderness. Now you call your "happy" childhood The "old way." Now you rent an apartment in your Own heart. Now you're thankful for paychecks. It's not too late. The pieces of your soul they didn't Want hide your rebels and savages. Send them a message, "Now." #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetrysociety #poetsonig #poetsofig #follow #poetsofinstagram #wordworld #igverse #instaverse #verse #handwritten #handwrite #poem #poems #art #wordart #wordlove #yourwords #openpad #blankpage #ink #pen #bymepoetry #spirit #inspire #fightback
UPDATE: the owner of the beauty busisness where my poem is displayed just got graffitied. What a blessing of collaboration. My poem now also says: Rainy Streets Are Her Run AWay. Love it. Thank you whoever you are!!! #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetrysociety #poetsonig #poetsofig #follow #poetsofinstagram #wordworld #igverse #instaverse #verse #handwritten #handwrite #poem #poems #art #wordart #wordlove #yourwords #openpad #blankpage #ink #pen #bymepoetry #spirit #graffiti #blessed
...tagged by the @inadvertentheart for the prompt #sadplaces . a parent's heart - haiku with smiles and wonder children grow a parent's heart sad places as well EaS / There is a #sadstory , somewhere, in everyone's life. A friend of D's (@inadvertentheart ), is being dragged through such a time. I'm hoping he can be strong and soft in equal measure. It's mindful endurance that wins when emotion is the fuel for another person's abhorrent behavior. Good luck to Puma and his boys. / Go to D's page and learn more about her friend Puma, aka Harold, and his struggle. Help if you can. There is a link to a Go Fund Me page on D's bio. 🙏 / pic used with proper authorization. / #maliciousmothersyndrome #usingchildrenasweaponsisevil / #art #creativewriting #haiku #heavypoetry #igverse #instapoet #literature #notpoppoetry #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig #poetryofig #poetsociety #writing #writershigh
...tagged by @whiskeyandpens for a #waybackwednesday #Repost (@get_repost ) #misswhiskeymademedoit / I just saw the typo at the end. Dagnabit!! 😊😬😢🤤🙄🙂☺️😊 / I Wonder My hands are becoming, two things darkly creeping, back and away from holding. My eyes are becoming, over moist and widening, objects often drowning. My lips are becoming, more useful for drinking, and too thin for kissing. My mind is becoming, just more pained feeling, time puts within my being. My spirit is becoming, the small crumblings, found around useless things. I wonder what I'm becoming, but only during the morning, before the day gets boring. EaS / #igpoets #igverse #poetry #poetryaddict #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #poetssociety #purepoetry #realpoetry #spilledink #wordporn #writershigh #poetsofig
Outside - a sedoka We were kept outside, to be weathered by it all, where gold bones shine in the sun. We grew strong outside, sheltered from the world's plain ways, our roots in prosperous ground. EaS The Sedoka (Shadowpoetry.com definition) is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7. A #Sedoka , a pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives. A katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem the following syllable counts: 5/7/7. / A humble addition to the poetry journey #ALetterADay #PoetryFromAtoZ . The #writingchallenge is hosted by superb form poet @areadingwriter. @flightofpoesy , and several other writers are celebrating traditional poetry forms. / #abstract #art #creativewriting #heavypoetry #igverse #literature #metaphor #notpoppoetry #poetry #poetryislife #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetsofig #poetsociety #writer #writershigh #writing
So I did it when I write now everybody say I'm nice! 📝 @champagnepapi . . . . . You ain't really starting fire you just play smoke 💨 . . . @djenvy @djmrrogers @saycheesedigital @akadmiks @djakademikstv_ @djkhaled @rocnation @hhhfix @dj_toro_official @stevestoute @cthagod #Longway #Obe #IGverse #icantsingforshxt #niceforwhat 🤷🏾‍♂️ 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Moments - no. 7 : Her Dark Waters A curtain of shy light, reaches down delicately, from The Brooklyn Bridge. The night opens coy eyes, awoken by brushstrokes, toying, ever so gently, with the crest of each ripple, on her dark waters below. EaS pic credit : me, from the inside of a unkempt MTA bus. #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #CornerBlogs #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #NewSchoolPoetry #TempleofWords / #art #creativewriting #heavypoetry #igverse #literature #notpoppoetry #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig #poetryofig #poetsociety #writing #writershigh
Moments - no. 6 : Springtime Dawn Patient city trees, look up through splitting shadows, upon another slanted sunrise. Stretching skyscrapers, their blossoms so fragmented, slide into the new day. Awakening sounds, grow louder than last night's dreams, humming a springtime tune. EaS #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #CornerBlogs #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #NewSchoolPoetry #TempleofWords / #art #creativewriting #heavypoetry #igverse #literature #notpoppoetry #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig #poetryofig #poetsociety #writing #writershigh
...tagged by @lecosymittens for a #fibonacci , and "a bit" inspired by a recent post entitled "bearings" by @whiskeyandpens , even though I'm #notfeelinginspired (<--- her tag. 😊) / Also a very humble addition to the poetry journey #ALetterADay #PoetryFromAtoZ hosted by a superb form poet @areadingwriter , along with the classical @flightofpoesy , among others celebrating form poetry amid all the one liners, and run-onsentences. (<-- sorry for the jab IG, but like I mentioned, I'm not feeling all that inspired. 😐😏) / #ArtlixirPoetry #ByMePoetry #ByMePoetryAmerica #CornerBlogs #DoorToOurSouls #HerHeartPoetry #NewSchoolPoetry #TempleofWords / #art #creativewriting #heavypoetry #igverse #literature #metaphor #notpoppoetry #poet #poetry #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetssociety #writershigh #writing
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