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My Guitar ~ Electric version

Metallic sheen of my limber cordage laid; tensioned and waiting your embrace, your hand grips and glides as fingertips press. Grasping me at length in just the right place. Syncopated backbeats restless throb; my body hewn of firmly crafted curves

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My Guitar ~ Acoustic version

Notes in tune as desired upon my strings; tightly bound in lithe response to your touch. Flexing cords so sinewed and taut; songs uplift as strummed and plucked. My lacquered body held upon your lap; a resonant source, our tonal

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As Thoughts are Sentenced

Hostile words released. One word follows another, As thoughts are sentenced. Both hearts burned eternally In smoldering emotions. Repression by words Never polite; soon ignite. Insecurities. Formed in passive-aggressions. Time heals all wounds: don’t they say? Much could be spoken,

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Spit and Polish

Sailors aligned, in readied formation. Standing proudly side by side. Donned in white caps, Poised for pending inspections. As the threat of invasion looms near. Many stand direct and true, Others acquired a postured skew. Some dappled with silvery medals,

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‘Over the Top’ ~ Battle of the Somme

The Battle of the Somme was considered one of the most devastating battles of World War One. The initial battle charge of the British/French and Allied forces into the ‘No Man’s Land’ battlefront started promptly at 7:30 am on the morning of July 1, 1916. This first offensive attempt by the Allies was preceded for as many as 5 days of artillery barrage of well-over a million munition shells into the front line and surrounding trench fortifications of the German troops prior to the 1st of July. The Battle of the Somme continued on for 141 consecutive days, resulting in immense loss of lives and debilitating injuries in the millions. This event was neither the beginning, nor the end of the war.

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Do Drops Desire?

Can we recall the first time? That moment of our realization; that initial release to these unexpectedly unexplored realms. Plunging freely within that moment; compelled onwards by our own momentum, a gravitational tug downward. Destined to become a fluid muddling

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Self Centered

I’m a spinning top. Balance lost. Arms and bits flailing Stray thoughts and feelings Commotion of every size and sort Overspent forces in assorted directions. Comings and goings Often not returning Distracted contributions Fogs of confusion. It’s not about me

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I Sing the Volcano Electric (Poetic)

‘I Sing the Volcano Electric (Poetic)’ (written in an unedited flow of creative eruption – broken into 9 parts; with respect to the poetic work of the Whitman classic) 1 I sing the volcano electric, These crowded thoughts I love,

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Snow STOP

Springtime birds and budding flowers Sets my mind to April showers, Gentle breezes. Occasional sneezes. Seasons of promised warming Sunlight rises more each morning, My heart jumps ahead. My mind renews. My calendar flips Past winter’s brittle frost nips, Looking

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Reach for the Sky

Ethereal sky blew Infinite depth upturned Above an anchored mass. Of living in place. Swirled assemblage of unclaimed wisps Past times of weightless assumptions Within glazed ‘blink-blinded’ reflections. Windows closed shut. Lofted airs plummet above Scurrying amongst built voids Of

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My World Here

My world here slowly turns me around to where you are. Can words reach out for what needs to be said to you on distant horizons, many hours ahead? Thoughts pass among us, time zones between us apart. Nighttime comes

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Sunny Sides ~ a poem of Springtime

Sun, it is a’set’in. Springtime arrives with hopeful intent. Bedtime has come, as prayers are said. Flowering bee’d beds, raise up their bloom’in heads. Happy, flappy birds begin the next baby birdy boom on every bud’ning branch. Starry, starry night.

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Dragonfly

A dragon of the sky With a passion to fly As if tethered by wing on the air. Darting, dodging, flirting flicks, Paired wings set upon a rigid matchstick. Backwards and forwards and all with much flair of dragons and

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A Puzzled Code

Magic words online are relayed. A puzzled code, A game to play. Thanks to you, the ‘RSA’. A challenge of a million years. This ciphertext twist, we have no fears. Joined online, we can’t resist! Chipsets hum, and heat sinks

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Another Butter

Peanut butter… Mmm… make a sandwich, slices of bread… Crisped slabs of toast, plunged up from slots, bounding up, so warm and so hot… Here’s where some butter would hit the right spot. I must find a butter in time…

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Wanderings of a Lost Heart’s Desire

“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”   ~ Confucius My heart; my inner guide, the compass of my internal passions. My mind is set by my own footsteps. My walks of life’s lonesome wanderings. My heartbeat’s whirling sways to

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Nature’s Plight

Polar bear’s Glacial ’bode Tundra lair. Ice pack flow Artic life Chrystal snow. Northern lights Midnight sun Nature’s plight. ~ Fate is glum Habitat? Damage done. Global pact Policies… Snow bear’s path. We shall see Hope will be Our legacy.

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A Soldier’s Dream

You asked me once again today; Had I dreamed again last night?, you said.  It was just another dream…, I say. You wonder; worried who I desire, instead. I miss you more than time can delay. Your body; lies alone,

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Steam Heat

In my aging Victorian era home The drafty sashed windows breathe In the breezes from across the streets. Floral patterns of parched wallpapers Skid about the thickened plaster walls; Bound by an earthen gypsum of ages ago. Dust-laden tapestries of

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A Pale Pose

• A Pale Pose Fleshy Cocoon Translucent Disclosure Ethereal Placidity Porcelain   Embracement Sculptured Repose Etched As Is • ~ an EWK Syllabic Sequence Poe’em   ©2016 EWK / Photo from Pixabay // Image enhancements by Eric W. Killip /// Syllabic structure

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Horizontal Gravity

        We lean this way And that         as counterweights                                      aligned guiding our paths           along.         aside                           Hands holding on                                    

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Linger Longer

Time to spice it up… Lips Lingering, Lips, Like mine. Lick Lightly. Lips, Like yours. Lusciously Lock, Loving. Listening ears, Lobes. Lightly Linger. Lounging. Lapping Liquors, Loosen up. Late night. Lakeside Lodge. Listen to Loons Lament. Lights, Lower… Low, errhhh.

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A J’oak I Wrote

Here’s a “J’oak”… Two trees are sitting across from each other at a bar.   Swaying in a similar breeze, the guy tree uproots from his spot to transplant himself to another toad “stool” next to her.  He is sure to buy her

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The Door

The roof stands above us, the walls stand beside. The Door stands before us; looking out and in. Hear the knock of sins within. Some one does have the key. Who we are and what becomes are housed in disbelief.

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To Write or Not to Write?

To write or not to write?… Could that be a question? To write is… To express a way of looking at the world. To write is… To share your own point of view. To write is… To give a piece

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Move a’head

Quite often… “In order to move a’head, you need to move a’foot. To know what’s best and what’s a’should, when a’do is better than a’would.” ~ an EWK Poe’em   ©2015 EWK (inspired by a’nother daydream)

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If Only You Ask

From all directions and points of view, I hear a voice calling and drawing me too. I find courage, I find a source, I dare to run another course. Maybe because of inner tears, I dare of wonder, I care

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I dreamed I was

I dreamed I was flying. Over hills and valleys. Rising above. My spirit soared. I dreamed I was climbing. Reaching for cliffs. Seeking a summit. Against infinite gravity. I dreamed I was dying. Swirling tube of grayness inclined. Lightness casts

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She had Cabriole Legs

Mrs. Chippendale stood with an elegantly dominant feminine stature. She was furnished as a chairperson and Cabinet Secretary for the British Cabinet since the Queen Anne period of the early 18th century. Her classic style became the essential pattern for

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Sweet & Sour Dreaming

This restless mind takes flight. My slumbering fortune has been told. Print of blue on paper of white. Awakened with subconscious scheming. Consumed with a dim sum of meanings. A quart or pint? These thoughts alone, I unfold. Pork fried

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Fitting Together Perfectly

~ an EWK Poe’em   ©2015 EWK

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Never Meaning to Send

♪♪♪ “Letters I’ve written, Never meaning to send. Beauty I’d always missed With these eyes before, Just what the truth is I can’t say anymore.” … ♪♪♪ ~~~ I can recall many letters I’ve written, never meaning to send… I

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Ode on a Grecian ‘Earn’

Thou ravaged bride of quieted schemes, Thou loathsome child born of troubled times seen. Hence forth into turmoils, anguish and woe, For many years now your economy slows. What dubious notions have you foreseen? The lackluster trades?, A minus GDP?

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A Shot in the Dark

‘A Shot in the Dark’ BANG! … As the screen door slapped shut. It was a moonlit night. Not a full moon, a pale slice of pewter. Looking down at us. No one was around to be a witness. Warm

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Her name was Mary

Her name was Mary. Mary would carry baskets of blossoms and blooms she had picked that day from meadows touched with a morning dew. As the sun would set, she’d pin a red rose upon her chest. Her daily tour

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Mother Earth’s Daily Desire

Daylight comes, revealing the night’s slumber. Musky dew glistens in the valley below us. Eggs with sausage; morning’s daily hunger. Rise up, as your crops await their fertile moment. My strong hands will tend to plow once again. Plunging inside

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