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Buy, Sell, Trade

Seeking their edits
The color of green so calls
Attained their credit

Not enough flash
The color of green so calls
Got to make that cash

Forsaking their needs
The color of green so calls
Trading soul in greed

Written and contributed to Form For All – Haiku over at dVerse Poets Pub
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Blended Identity

Housing circus tent canvas
Embodying all the clowns
Pointing out oversized flaws
Trading time in metaphors
Affixed on needless battles
Paradox of hating self
Arrives a summed conclusion
Risibility gets clean
Accepting bend of seven
Pieces will make up the whole
Affected by denial
Partitioned by grand design
Shamed of our natural curve
Hinged by the ringmaster’s call
Indigo painted faces
Nounally we stick labels
On the surface of our dreams
Kindle for three-ring fires
Hanging out of big top seams

This piece written and contributed to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
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I was fascinated reading recently of The Law of Seven, a.k.a Heptaparapapshinokh. Seven when looked as a blend of 3 (spiritual number) and 4 (material number) seemed to ring true to so many of the Yin Yang philosophies I embrace. What we look at as our negative is still part of self and must be loved for our enlightenment. This piece is an acrostic based on the name Heptaparapapshinokh with some additional homage by holding to 7 syllable lines, perhaps we’ll call this one a Septa Form. My thanks to the group at dVerse Poets Pub for all they do for poetry.

Pacing Iniquity

The slanted thought
Journeyed in detour
Bent on a crooked walk

Two feet turn four
Doubled down fear
Shadow calling the score

Broken eyes tear
Dissolving mirth
Visions twist into leer

The walking dead pacing iniquity

Vanities girth
Shell sits in wrought
Duality strips worth

Aimless distraught
Steps coast in veer
Runaway train of thought

Swelling the queer
Biting the lure
Twisted head stares in rear

Written in my own Calypso Form
Contributed to Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub
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Wounded Tribe

Living in our tribal knowledge
wilting on the grapevine

Passing generations of story
mutating intelligence through time

Living in our tribal knowledge
wallowing on the grapevine

The absence of today’s truth
splintered in endless divides

Living in our tribal knowledge
wandering on the grapevine

The symbols of divinity
smeared by the hands of mankind

Living in our tribal knowledge
weeping on the grapevine

Changing winds dry our tears
the light of now has a new rhyme

Living in our collective consciousness
weeding out the last of our crimes

This piece inspired by one of the newest teachers in my world, who discussed the downfalls of resting within the history of combined knowledge excluding new information that is present. Lets change the conversation from what was to what is. Thank you for the inspiration my teacher, truly appreciated. ~ Rose

Contributed to Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub
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I want to drop
my strings of iron

thread a rail
to connect our hearts

I want you to roam
my labyrinth of tracks

lose the meaning
of end and start

I want to ride
in your locomotion

feel our combustion
feed each new mile

I want the ticket
with the golden prize

whistle stop tour
of your loving smile

Written for Poetics with dVerse Poets Pub, hosted by the lovely Claudia Schoenfeld
bringing us the inspiration of Trains
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