Category: Watcher Picks
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Forbidden Fruit
Whether Eve ate it or Adam plucked it Is unknown and will forever be Thoughtful or not, they savoured the juice Of what before, they’d never seen The urge unavoidable or not Still exploring their own being . Were they apprehensive or just couldn’t stop Were they attracted or too hungry Or were curious to…
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If Meetings Are Truth
#Poattic-4 #Poetryparlour #Lies If meetings are truth, Then partings are lies. In this cyclic world Rushing hither thither All screaming silences die. And circular points disappear. One hastens through a motley crowd Into the comfort Of a tenuous heart’s tie. *** ‘Tis this silken strand That anchors A time-worn traveler’s Blighted heart, affixing It into…
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MISBElieF
MISBElieF Bouncy, frothy, my waves on beach, Soak the sand, so far I reach. You think my truant waves, violate, disobey? A lie you believe, a mistake, I say, I spill on land, to share a part of me, Bringing forth for you, pearls of wisdom, free. Turbulent I rise, my waters swell up high,…
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Let my lies prevail
#Artoonsinn#PoetryParlour#Poattic-4 Let my lies prevail Can I claim that the lies of my life, Have soiled my heart? Or have they restored hope, To initiate a refreshing start? Will I ditch my lies, And embrace my raw truths? Or will I let go the truths, A friend so uncouth? Are my lies beguiling, bewitching, My…
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Fingers crossed!
Don’t cry little one, it’s alright. I’ll never let you out of my sight. Drink up that shake, like in ads they show. You know how they say it helps you grow! Don’t stay out late in the dark you see, Wee Willy Winki’s on a hunting spree! Thugs are wicked but the cops…
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And you say I’m not in harmony
”…but what a humiliation when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing and again I heard nothing, such incidents brought me to the verge of despair,…” The Heiligenstadt Testament: Ludwig Van Beethoven Pounding on the ivory and…
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Amaranthine Love
As ashen clouds enshroud the azure And rain pours Plunging drops spear my soul Wistful blue golden Glimpses of yore flash Blind the sun. . Perennial promises Unspoken vows, a tale untold Unkempt memoir laid to rest beneath mossy pebbles. Moistened with your laugh’s mist Rill serpentine still Streaming Love amaranthine Echoes deep in the…
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Elegy To A Frozen Parchment
it glistens – a tiny dewdrop perching on the shriveled leaf just like the tear trickling down her kohl-rimmed eye it’s seeped to the core of her voice – the winter chill. the words lie scattered, abandoned, like a solitary cottage amidst an expanse of snow-clad wilderness buried deep into the recesses of…
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It came once again
It came once again stealthily, Riding on western zephyrs, Playing with me contentedly Oblivious to pain I bear Inside me, this year… Those days of warm sunshine, Those fingers caressing my hair Those raining kisses on my forehead Turned into frosty layers Inside me, this year… Amidst dancing oaks on snowy mountains, I…
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Of Snows and Stars
the last of the Winter’s snow melt into nothing the seasons are changing – winter bidding a sultry goodbye and here i am – still standing cherry blossoms fluttering down like how the first snow of the season scrambled to fill the crevices of the brown a winter gone, a summer new, worn sweatshirts…
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Parenting has no Side A or Side B
One day their paths diverged, the couple decided to quit. Bitterly they fought, at home, in court, everywhere they’d sit. Each wanted a piece given by the life that they had let go, To them she was the most precious thing, they both loved her so. Eventually it came down to mudslinging, even name-calling.…
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Winter’s Sorrow
How I wish This heart would ache As the little girl sold Soggy matches in the cold. How I wish This snow would soften As the tiny toes numbed Within worn-out boots, two sizes big. How I wish This frost would thaw As the stiff, wrinkled hands Trembled to hold the pail. …
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Frosty silence
How deceptively pink was that one winter chill, How comfortingly warm your touch was then. Now the chill’s set deep within the hearts, Cold, dismal, distant, a thousand miles apart. What would it take to melt again? Untouched is the ice, by warmth of memories, That crimson blush of the first spring rose. Unmoved,…
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Cujo
Hello, I’m Cujo, an Arctic Fox, The Arctic Tundra is my home. My soft white fur, my small stature Makes it easy to catch prey. You see, hunting is part of my nature. I love the winter, the snow, the cold Where I roam about catching voles, lemmings, Seal pups and more. There is nothing…