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National Poetry Month

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  • April 9th — The Breakthrough of Impossible Realities

    April 9th does not arrive.
    It erupts.

    It tears a seam in the morning,
    a thin, shimmering wound
    through which light leaks sideways,
    as if the day itself
    has forgotten how to behave.

    This is the day of breakthroughs,
    not the gentle kind,
    not the kind that whisper
    you’re doing fin…Read More

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  • CRAVING DESTINY

    “…… Our hearts and our minds
    they’re one and the same
    cause you are my kind.”
    ~~ Santana, featuring Seal (from the album “Shaman”)

    Long ago I came to see
    how I needed you so;
    how the gate and flow
    of your textured red legs
    would bend and go
    on forever filling my mind
    with world conquering adventure.
    Y…Read More

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  • Dark Honey

    Your desire
    is slow and thick,

    dark honey
    dripping
    from every glance.

    You
     trace
      my spine
    with deliberate sweetness,

    each touch a question,
    and a claim.

    I melt into you,

    into the warmth
     you draw out of me,
      drop
      by
      drop.

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    • Day 8 of Poetry month and here is a poem dripping with sweet honey!! Way cool Curly Grace. -Curt

  • You Have Roughly…
    ‘We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are’ – Men
    Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
    You have roughly…
    Who’s that girl? Her name’s Furl,
    Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
    You have roughly five…
    Why the mask? Man, don’t ask!
    Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
    You have roughly five minutes…
    What, she, say? Man, no way!
    Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!…Read More

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  • The Old Man at the Window and the Immortal Cats

    April 8th arrives
    with the hush of a page
    that turns itself.

    In the big window
    the one that frames the world
    like a painting too honest to sell
    an old man sits,
    chewing a piece of old bread
    as if time itself
    were something he could soften
    with patience.

    He does not speak.
    He never…Read More

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Welcome to Stars Rite National Poetry Month.
Rules
1=It has to be your original work
2=One post per day
3=Enjoy what you do
This is not a competition. This is more like a resolution to see if you can complete a whole full month of poetry.
At the end of this. Everyone will receive a certificate of completion.
I am so excited. Let’s have fun.

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