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Topic:
Confession Session
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Mortal frailty ails society
while the anointed wield Mary's saintly grace as a sword of moral piety. Speak to her out loud hailing while eating the sacrificed goat; spoiled fruit, a sinking boat, dirty deeds ripe for bailing. She lives in fresco ceilings and chisel grooves carved in cedar; bowed head palms pressed kneeling blind sheep cannot see her. Her boy born in a manger as a man he freed the enslaved no stray lamb a stranger he turned his cheek and forgave. The son walked roads of rubble outside the church walls offered a hand when men stumbled who'll raise the pillars when they fall? |
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 This old man isn't ready for the nursing home just yet! yeah I know that.. 
As always, Excellent Poem 
Thanks, Robin. 48 today, 50 two years from today... maybe I'll feel like an old man then... but I doubt it! |
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Topic:
Broke, Dead or Both
Edited by
technovative
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Thu 07/14/22 05:17 AM
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Cash stuffed coffers
for dropping outsiders in coffins. Balls of lint all's home-town folks have in their pockets. Underground silos back-forty planted, plutonium missiles about to sprout. Reaper's in the field crop prepped for launching, rusty sickle tip on the button. Gravedigger's on strike rising up for a living, pitbull barking orders... go on back digging! |
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Nice poem  .
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U  NIQUE
14th July  74,  .....
 This old man isn't ready for the nursing home just yet!
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Fourteen days
into the seventh month of the seventy fourth year of the twentieth Terran century, I arrived on Gaia. An avatar slung from zodiacal zoetrope catapulted toward a blue planet. Symbiosis commenced; a joining greeted by lip-less teeth and wetted eyes. Skin grown in utero clothing a disembodied entity gestated between stars. A crablike constellation, frozen pincers in situ... razor sharp scissors in hand? |
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Love
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Were I blind, I would still understand that word which is a language of it's own. I hear it in the two honks of a car horn when a neighbour departs his family. I feel it when it rains. Cats and dogs nest in your lap, damp and comforted. I smell it when my spouse cooks my favorite meal. The burning wicks, the aroma of freshly picked flowers, it is our constant companion, dining at our table. If I were not blind, I could find manuscripts dedicated to this word, craving to get it just right in feather and pen. It has been carved on trees, in caves and tattooed on flesh. Worn on finger, wrist and neck, even a daisy chain to crown Mother with it. The grasp of newborn fingers elicits it, and when you receive a warm smile that smoulders like an anointing over you, know you have been touched by it. It is instinctual. At towering bridges it posts 'post it' notes. They hold on to you, not allowing you to jump, as your tears stream to join the waters that flow to the sea - reminding you we are one. I love it! 
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Topic:
Neither 'Neath Her
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Lying on padded plinth,
sheets of linen cocoon her unclothed loins. Silken skin sculpting fertile pelvis, pincushioned flanks and summiting bosom. Emerald irises glowing above high cheekbones curtained by tufts of burnt umber curls. Aphrodite locked in stone behind my eyes, out-of-touch with malnourished fingers. My writhing body not atop her... neither 'neath her. |
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Aaron Stan Keedraws
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Nice poem .
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Today I dreamt a forklift
drove onto to my head... drive it off me! My screams muffled by the dirt pressing on the right side of my skull the truck's wheel on the left as they killed the engine I screamed louder DRIVE IT OFF ME! To them I sounded the same; silent. |
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Topic:
Elevated Position
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Nice poem .
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Topic:
Elevated Position
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Tile and tar... littered with shells,
maternity wards overfilled. Mahogany lined closets, inside nine black robes hang. Nests for snipers the jurists bench, from high perches sperm and bullets rain. Some look for a watchman to rule over men's deeds, thump on his guidebook standing on corners shouting prophecies. Cherry picked gospel from heritage texts coded with numbers tools to deflect. Brothers and sisters stand up from the pews drop the gun, shut the book, make some new rules. Head for the hill or the voting booth let sapling blueprints take root. Deadbeat fathers reigns are abandoned, as daughters and sons take the reins from dad's hands! |
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Topic:
Viper Cotillion
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Nice poem .
Your consistent acknowledgement is sincerely appreciated, Julie. |
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Topic:
Viper Cotillion
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Snowy feather boa
cascades milky shoulders draping over bustier haltered breasts. Platinum armlet asp wraps her petite bicep, cobra amulet hangs from her alabaster neck. Burnished python leather constricts pleated red satin cinching her tiny midriff tight. Her cottonmouth h i s s lures in her prey. A new toy is fixed in her sights. She swivels her waist slowly, spine rippling from hip-to-pit slithering the crowded dance floor maze. Planting rattlesnake boots at her targets toes stealthily she traps his gobsmacked gaze. Then she... STRIKES! Antivenom... she laughs, her poison flowing his bloodstream. Under this spell he is tonight's plaything. By the second it wares off she'll have moved on. |
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Topic:
The Fixer is Broken
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Nice poem .
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Topic:
The Fixer is Broken
Edited by
technovative
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Sat 07/02/22 05:31 AM
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With his hammer and hands
he'll bulldoze the plaster pen corralling him from the world. That place he squirms in, the grazing land between mirage and oases that feeds the roaming heard. His grasp on how things work chokes the energy from his hooves. Stomped his shoe kicking up dust, it won’t brush off quicker than the cobweb does. Just let it settle... see if it'll morph into a helper. It's gonna take four hands and a pry bar to pop out rusty nails and lath. |
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Topic:
Love is a vaccine for hate
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I've found that eliminating one of those words from my vocabulary, has lifted it's potential darkness from shadowing me.
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Topic:
Free 1-card reading
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TECHNO KARMIC BOARD CLEARING 
If you are being overwhelmed by a traumatic memory or a painful event, know it's because this old energy is no longer serving you and that your spirit is calling for it to be released. This card comes to you at a time when you are ready to surrender old ways of being and old stories. Know that receiving this message means your energetic self has been taken to the Karmic Board during sleep or meditation, so that your light body can be cleared of all karmic blockages and stories. All fears, phobias, challenges with partners and relationships, and feelings of being misunderstood are being released now. You are ready to move forward. If you don't recognise the traumatic and painful stuff, then it is still a good time to let go of old stories. These are things you always think or say about yourself or life etc. Such things can hold us in a loop, hold us back and 'small'. Hope it resonates! Misfit vibes have been coming up again recently, but it's not plunging me into depression, like it has in the past. Writing is helping me release some of that energy. Intriguingly, recent vivid dreams have included perplexing elements, and what your reading suggests, could shed some light on them. Thanks so much for sharing your gift, and this illuminating reading! |
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Topic:
Free 1-card reading
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I'm curious what the cards might reveal for me this session.
If you still have time, I'd appreciate a reading. |
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