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Desire. (5-7-5).

Feel golden heart beat, Passion merges, beyond sweet, Fires ever complete.

No man can ever understand, There’s Spring Cleaning in this land, Mrs. Mop and Clean waves her hand, Snoring is his male band, Not to worry, no time to sup, Gals want to sparkle up, One shelf at a time, Spray and wipe sublime, Fresh is the cupboard smell, Charity bags have cast their spell,Continue reading “No Man Ever…..”

Poets in Motion. (Tanka, 5-7-5-7-7 syllables).

We’re poetic wraiths, Poets’ souls in motion, bards, Brainiacs, our muse, Singing around our planet, Nature, love’s dreams, far beyond……

Ancient Soul. (5-7-5 syllables).

Shell, ancient mortal, Cast from sparkling oceans, soul For your lost love pined.

Be you beautifully.

My creed means to me, Kind smiles for all I see, Alms for donations, Lord my liberation, Serving our community, Praying for you and me, Believers are human too, In our mortal zoo, Creed means I can say. Be you beautifully today.