When their hot tongues lie, I cry bitter milk – time can rip at friendly water, blow him from my sea, though his shot a show – am so blue, a bare want, in those lies dressed. (Poem inspired by the offerings of Magnetic Poetry online.)
In weakness vines cling, crave a solid bolstering – sage advice: no wall. (Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: sage / vine.)
Sun blazes before it falls, slashes the day’s sky – blue guarding against blaze. Golden grasses absorb the fire, brazen in their clay-baked fields. Branches blacken – forlorn bristles – stark against light. I stand on the precipice, day’s end beckoning, taunting, my spirit alive Will blaze before it falls, lashing against the heavens who […]
SAY WHAT?? that is just too funny. I wonder who thought that one up! 🙂
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Can’t remember where I saw it, but it struck me as funny
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Oh…LOL! 🙂
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Glad I made you smile
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This is amazing! I took a moment to make the connection but then I did and I had to swallow my coffee quick! 😂😂💕
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Ha ha – no nose snorting I hope.
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No Thank God. Wasn’t ready for that burn!
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