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Cradled Wetness

Cradled in my arms
Cradled in my hands
A warm wetness 
Desired desire

Let me drink from your pleasured springs
Wells of yearning ambrosia, flowing rivers of need
Passion fueled thirst 
Lust born longing

Let me touch you
Run my hands along the lanes of your body
Valleys and hills of nakedness
Lead to a vast wonderland

Let me touch you
With my lips, whispering words
Breaths of encouragement and delight
Sounds of longing slide over my tongue

Cradled in my arms
Drops of your essence still on my lips
My hands hold you close
Words of adoration in your ear

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Nothing & Everything

“The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape,” said Professor Manwani, each fruit corresponding to a different terminal. He walked by checking the output on each screen.

“You really think quantum computing is the future huh Professor?” asked Pete.

“Not just quantum computing, quantum engineering, quantum biology. The world is going quantum my boy! You just watch,” said the Professor. He stopped by the terminal labelled fig and typed on the keyboard.

“Call me sceptical. I mean I see the promise “theoretically” of what you’re proposing. I just don’t see how it’s even possible, much less useful.”

“Useful? Oh, there is no usefulness about it,” said Professor Manwani, “At least not yet. You need materials before you can build. And flipping this switch, we create the atoms to build the materials.”

He flipped the switch. Nothing/Everything happened.

This is from a dVerse prompt: Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line from the poem – “The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape.” From the poem “Time and the Garden” by Yvor Winters. I hope you enjoy.

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I Give to you My Power

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Power
The ability to do work
Work
An activity involving effort to achieve a purpose or result
Purpose 
The reason something exist or is done
Power
The ability to do an activity for the reason you exist

I give to you my power
Some say they would die for you
They would rather not live
Others would live for you
Yet do nothing with the life they have with you

I give you my power
My ability to do
To live or die
The reason I exist
Is you
My power

This is for a dVerse prompt: Your challenge today is to use one or more of the definitions of power that have been given and write a poem in any format or length you choose. I hope you enjoy.

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In Need of Kisses 2

The night needs kisses
As night’s often do
My lips pressed against yours, me holding you
The darkness hides much, the desire that this is
The sky is black yet the stars are wishes
My heart is full of desire yearning for a love true
Our lips feed the night, as the morning brings the dew
For I am hers, and she is his

Kisses in the night
Your lips on mine
Things done wrong feel so right
No worries, everything is fine
With your kisses we just might
Let our heart and desires take flight

The night needs moans
To fill the silence of the dark
My lips on you, my teeth leave a mark
Mark what is mine
You cry out to the night
I echo with cries of my own
Circle the moon where wings have flown
We live in the night
In need of kisses

Woman in black and white holding a rose in color with a rose on its side underneath

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Cherita Poems

It’s carnival time

Bright lights, pretty costumes
Dancers in a parade

I can’t help but think of her
Dark skin, bright smile
Hips that swayed and told lies

            ***

You can’t shout over the music
Loud rhythms and pounding beats
I didn’t catch your name … or eye

Too many drinks
With umbrellas 

Can’t catch my lonely tears

This poem was from a prompt from dVerse: Write a cherita in either 1-2-3 form or 3-2-1 form OR write a double cherita where the second part mirrors the first: 1-2-3 then 3-2-1, as we did for Laura’s prompt.

My inspiration was Toronto’s Caribbean Carnival or Caribana as it used to be called. It’s a big summer festival here that is pretty well known. I’ve never been funny enough.

Gave My Burdens To The Trees

Give Your Burden to the Trees by C. Stuart Lewis

Take a walk among the trees.

Give them your problems & worries.

Their roots are deep to hold them steady.

They can hold your burdens,

Put them deep in the ground,

Feed them through thick trunks

To leaves open to the sky,

Where they release as oxygen.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Give your burden to the tree.

My favorite poem whispers through the leaves
Filtered like sunlight dappled upon the trail
Breadcrumbs along the pathway
Temptation for the tired soul
“Walk these trodden footsteps
Here among the trees”

I walk here in the midst of green and brown
Breathing in the scent of recycled carbon dioxide
Life springs all around
Yet death too lays beneath my feet
Summer soil to feed spring’s grown seed
Yet no burden does weigh my shoulders down

I step between the trunks of rings
Time’s passage counted in circles
Yesterday’s storms are not my present worry
Tomorrow’s rainbows are not yet circles complete
I walk beneath the branches that grow from stem and root
Home of the bird as it sings

I gave my burden to the trees
Fed their roots as I shuffled my feet
Walked alone 
In my silent therapy
Breathing in
Breathing out
Letting my problems and worries
Fall like the leaves

This poem is from a prompt from dVerse: Write a poem that either mentions the woods/forest, is set in a woods, or is motivated by one of the three images above.

It made me immediately think of the first poem which I had written quite a while ago. One of my favorites. Then I decided to use that as inspiration for the new poem. And that is what you have before you now. I hope you enjoy!

I Love You Simply

I love you simply 
Without adornment or pretense
Created by life’s randomness
Deep, lasting and intense
Content in our present tense
Unbothered by future tests
Our love will stand time’s decay
Eternity and infinity our love; living space

Create in you my new heart
Understanding and compassion
Seeking, trusting even when apart
Jealous attraction’s destruction
Clear eyed gazes look to horizon
Day’s end or evening’s begin
All the time between our affection.

I love you in the simplest of ways
A smile, a wave
Good morning, my love, good night to the same
A door held open, a heart held true
Gestures small, nothing grand
Just your hand in my hand
Waking to see you, going to bed the same
The only name these lips touch

Simple love
Simply true
Three simple words
I love you
I love you, simply.

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Here Fishy Fisher Fishing Fish

Gold, breaded sticks
For a compliment
Of men
Fry
Pole food filet
Eggs, eyes, 
Smells to me
Swim with
Flying hook
School of knife
Trip rod tank
Out of water
Babble cat, dog puffer
Clown, spear, devil
Plenty in the sea
And chips
Fish

This is from a dVerse prompt: Pen a poem of any style with exactly 44 words, not including the title. It must contain a given word within the body of the poem. The word is Fish.

My quadrille is all fish words or phrases without the fish. Hope you enjoy! 🐠

Darkness Protest – A Trumped Up View flash fiction story

Black don’t crack but shines
Dim this little light of mine
Under a bushel

“Girl, they out there protesting again,” said Ebony.

Outside the salon a group of women marched down the street. Inside the salon a group of women watched them.

“What shit they against now?” asked Aaliyah, her hands massaging the scalp of the customer in her chair.

“The President,” said Ebony.

“Hell, there’s a lot that could be. What about him?” asked Shanice.

“Nothing specific. It’s just a protest against the President,” said Ebony.

“Well, can’t say I blame them,” said Aaliyah, “You ain’t catching me out there though”.

Shanice replied, “Me neither. That man is crazy but it ain’t like we ain’t told them that. Fuck around and find out.”

“What they think a protest is gonna do?” asked Precious.

Read the rest at: https://theauthorstew.ca/darkness-protest-7-23-25/

Holiday Anniversary Memories

The days are for celebration
But for those who are sad
It sucks

Wondrous nights of jubilation
Or thoughts of times we had
Redux

This is from a dVerse prompt: Emily Romano’s Memento poetry style: the syllable count should be 8 beats for line one; 6 beats for line two; and two beats for line three. This is repeated twice for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is: a/b/c/a/b/c for each of the two stanzas.
Poetry Theme: a holiday or an anniversary (formal or informal)