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I tiptoed soft across the petals of your heart, but for you,  it felt like a parade You heard the symphony of me like a song beneath your breath, before the music even played There was no disguising it, just unexpected and surprising You left your heart wide open letting me dance right in and then the music played ... ©  Priya Jan 9 🕉 Art from Google images

Black clouds at sunset, Wispy calligraphy, Against a golden Western sky, Read the same From left to right, Or right to left, A mighty message, Read by dreamers And slightly mad poets, Who can see such things, And understand them. • Donovan Baldwin

sometimes i like to think that she some night might read my poetry my words pounding in HER breast repeating parts she loves the best, her lips silent but for sighing as she reads them realizing, how much of her in words is seen how much in spaces in between how when my pen is laid to rest her whispers pounding in MY breast • Donovan Baldwin

I'm asleep, I'm awake; lost somewhere between the two states of mind where you have dominated my dreams, and all that I can see, feel, and remember is you One moment I'm asleep and the next, I am reliving hundreds of moments that I had with you Small memories come alive, like the long drives to nowhere and the many meals we shared at different restaurants that took forever for us to decide upon on I'm asleep, I'm awake; lost between daydreaming and night dreaming; not caring anymore to hide the fact that I miss you; wondering if after two years and three months, if you still remember the scent of my skin Asleep, awake; I am lost ... ~ ©️ Priya Patel, Jan 14, 24 🕉 Artist is S. M. Naqvi

Hi There! My name is Kerry, and I am a new volunteer at ArtsKeeper. I'll be sharing my books and writing process as well as sharing more about all the services and creators here. I also write on mental health and wellness on another blog. My passion is writing creepy/horror, and chapter books for kids with a message within the magical adventures. I have dabbled with quite a few things, but the basic professions were a commercial cleaning business, and a karate school. Both of which I have retired from but I still practice karate. (Uechi-Ryu, which is a sister style to the Goju-Ryu in the original Karate Kid movies. The real Mr. Miagi and Mr. Uechi were best friends back in the day. I hail from the White Mountains in the state of New Hampshire, having moved from Seattle some twenty-five years ago. I have three sons, all grown, two with families of their own. My husband, I lost two years ago, but we were happily married for twenty-one years. Together twenty-three. Now I live with my ten year old German Sheppard Ellie, and her best friend, Kiff-Kitty, who is a year old. That little cat's name is constantly changing, per his latest antics. At first, he was Kiff-Hanger, because he loved to hang from the curtains, and anything else he could keep his claws in long enough. Most recently he is Kiff-inator, because he is getting into things and wrecking them all. LOL. His first name was inspired by "The Kiffness" on YouTube because the Kiffness never fails to make me laugh with his amazing talent. I will put a link at the bottom in case you haven't seen one of his videos. Completely worth a check out. Other than writing, I love rocks and gems. Go rock hounding every year, or did, with my hub. Can never get enough of being right in the heart of nature, be it in the mountains or at the ocean. Thank you for the read! Kerry AKA K~ Numnum-Cat The Kiffness!(https://youtu.be/GArzu9ttQ0M?si=qdnQNOc_x5ex0BEa) The Jolly Muse (https://thejollymuse.com/)blog Mindful Manipulation (https://mindfulmanipulation.com/)blog Books(https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B00C3GQADU?ingress=0&visitId=fb53fa54-c59a-4144-9811-fe8e0e54e40b&store_ref=ap_rdr&ref_=ap_rdr)

Copperas Cove, Texas, The Pitt Grill, 1993 Indians used to ride here, Comanches on galloping ponies, The best light cavalry in the world, Across where an army post now stands, That trains The best light cavalry in the world. Now, instead of dusty trails and traces, A highway runs through it. Across that highway, A Whataburger sign rises in the air, Dwarfing the scrub oaks Which grow here, Shelter and shade to Settler, cowboy, Indian, Rancher, and soldier, Then and now. The land was cruel, Beautiful but cruel, The people were hard, But, hard with purpose, And need. We've conquered the land, And the other people, The first people, With air conditioning, Guns, And greed... And, perhaps, In doing so, We've conquered ourselves. NOTE: I am aware that "Indian" is not a generally acceptable term, but, I used it for the the historic weight. • Donovan Baldwin

Writers, poets especially, often know more than their readers. That's not a derogatory statement. After all, only the poet knows what was really behind the words that wound up being a poem. To us, a rose is not just "red". It is desire, hope, love, a thing of pleasing aromas and hurtful thorns. To a poet, anything, including events, can be a thousand things that the average passerby might never imagine. Often, the words used, how they're used, when and where they're used, means more than the meaning of the words themselves... and, for us poets, the words have meanings beyond what's set down in the Oxford English Dictionary, assuming we're even using English words... and, in the next poem, may mean EXACTLY what's set down in the OED. Sometimes we lead the reader to a conclusion, sometimes, set out a trail of lexigraphic breadcrumbs. Yes, by the way, that IS a word, about words, and indicative of the playfully poetic mind at work... which is a playful work itself. The mind of a poet goes places and sees things the non-poetic person doesn't even think of. This is why poets are often a bit mad... or considered so. We see what is not really there, or maybe it is, and write of it as if it were, although it might not be, leaving it to YOU, the reader, to try to figure out what the hell we are trying to say. • Donovan Baldwin

Our shared language, Fire and candlelight, Bare shoulders, Skin glistening, Smiles full of secrets, And promises. • Donovan Baldwin