Poem: Quatrain – “Take Back Your Ring ” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting #habilin



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Not with me; think of you too much. 

A tiny ring; it you so condemns.

Even in death your pretentious, 

Hurting me; dying this way such. 

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Is it a poisonous ring to touch? 

A gem given not generous.

Without thought of reverence, 

To your memory, not a crutch. 

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Only a ring, such evil brings, 

Only a ring; inside me stings. 

A ring he made a promise to —

Love me for all time; it sings.

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Yet into my brain it’s screwed,

Saw you kissing her by the yew.

At your grave; asking ring keep too.

In death hold; you I never knew. 

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Mark says this very well!

Coloring Outside the Lines

Baton Rogue is a reminder that there are people who like deep divides. Organized attacks with the intent can not be passed off as anything but murdered. We say empty phrases to solve complex problems. Hate is the driving factor here. There are no phrases that justify the attacking of law enforcement.

But let me throw out a few consequences. You will see police responses slow down. Back up will be required if there is the known presence or suspected threat of violence. The same neighborhood that has the tension between minorities and police will get worse. The police like to go home to their families. There are few that became a police officer with the aspirations of murdering people. But daily police go into confrontations where they have to deescalate situations. This assumptions they go on is that most of the time things get worked out without incident. How…

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Poem: Octaine Refrain – “Many Muses or One?” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting #paraluman



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Artistic muses, too many to count.

Sky, sun, earth, nature, oceans blue, galore.

World around us inspires us, she implores.

Merely, observing people in life’s fount.

Such shades of colours, glorious to use.

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With paint and paint brush, one cannot abuse.

There’s variety, no limited amount.

No one to say what’s art; keeping your own score.

Artistic muses, too many to count.

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Artistic muses, too many to count.

I’ve artistic gifts to share and give more.

People’s eyes shine, staring at colours galore.

Such muses exist? Or does one amount? 

Paraluman you’ve opened my eyes bright.

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Charcoal, blackening my hands, grey and white.

Sketching, shading, eraser makes light count.

Renderings of images mind adores.

Artistic muses, too many to count. 

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Poem: Minute – “Bestfriends and Lovers” #wordhighjuly #amwriting #poetry #kaulayau



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Feeling peace; in my life you’re a balm.

My body is calm;

Mouth softly turns, 

Together we learn.

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Gazing in your eyes, reflecting.

Smile love inflects.

Your eyes gleaming, 

Both us we dream.

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Magnatism, hands entwining, 

Thoughtless combine.

Despite small fights, 

We talk; no flight.

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Sometimes you need your space, and I mine.

Eyes know our signs.

Always meet each —

Other; hands reach.

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A gaze, a grin, our language known, 

We both intone, 

Stories we share,

Affectionate, care.

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Knowing each other; intimacy.

Made intricately, 

Life together, 

Us forever.

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