Decor at Rosa Mexicana Restaurant. You cannot really see it in the pictures, these cover an entire wall of cascading water in precision. It is an homage to the La Quebrada Cliff Divers of Acapulco, Mexican, renowned for their diving skills.
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Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge 2015-Week 14
For lack of a ring
It’s a sin from our bodies
As much as our souls
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National Poetry Month – Day 5
If you had just
Taken one more breath
For you will always win it
As long as you’re in it
If you had just …
Take one more breath,
Inhaled just one more time
Showed so many others how,
What stopped you now?
If you had just …
Take one more breath,
Inhale one more time
Maybe that would have made the difference
Because “taken by her own hand”
I still cannot understand
If you had just …
Taken one more breath
Inhaled just one more time
Maybe that would have made the difference
Between choosing to live or end your existence
Just. One. More. Breath
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Still reeling
And thus the process starts and ends with me I wake with the warmth of the new spring sun And break through my covers damp and earthy The first stages of life newly begun
Through summer I grow and Bloom; recreating myself and My brethren once more in the Flight of birds and bees.
From autumn’s wings we land upon the ground
In winter’s cocoon I slumber once more
Then like the phoenix rise again in spring
And thus the process starts and ends with me
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National Poetry Month – Day 3
A ragged shiver down my spine
One I’ve not felt in oh so long
Like rain rolling down my jaw line
Been years since I last heard that song
It felt right as we played mahjong
A ragged shiver down my spine
Sweet record of love for lifelong
Those remote days when you were mine
Left no room for love to resign
The range of how we’re both headstrong
A ragged shiver down my spine
The reasons how it went all wrong
The radio plays the damn song
Rubs nerves where memories entwine
All of love’s joys and pains along
A ragged shiver down my spine
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Playing with the Quatern form again.
National Poetry Month – Day 2
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His eyes line with mine
And I devour their mysteries
As I hold his gaze
And play with his mind
As he eyes my prize
The mystery revealed
Behind the long stemmed promises
The curved mocha silk
Of my open thighs
My lips on his mind,
As our bare bodies intertwined
I know
He wants to intoxicate himself
Just from the scent
Of my womanliness
Up and down,
His eyes take in all of me
Down and up,
I measure the depth
Of his love…making…my heart flutter
The ground beneath me vanishes
And I sink deep
Into his mercurial ocean
Swim in his sapphire sea
Drown
In his eyes
And am resurrected
By his honey-coated lips
My desire drips
Moist off of fantasy
In my mind’s eye, I see his eminence
And all things that make him a man
In my arms he fades
he submits
Weak from his control, his slow motion
Body and thoughts worn
Watching him from afar
My eyes drawing him again
Into my lust
His smile melting the core of my femininity
His raw hands sculpting
The wonton I’m happily to become
And he advances towards me,
Eyes still lined with mine,
A sly smile playing across his lips
A smile that tells me
Everything I feel, he feels
Everything I want, he craves
Everything I am, he needs
And right now I am
Ravenous
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National Poetry Month – Day 1
She hears someone
ask a question,
but ignores it
only having eyes for the man
lying before her
Fingers
once plump with life’s bounty
are now long and slender
the joints so pronounced
In her hands his grasp
is now a far paler shadow
of the bone-crushing grip they once bore
The last vestige of thicker memories
his hair, in its continued unruliness,
belies its current state of thinness
as she gently pushes it back from his brow
Just as she used to do
in much younger days
Like his fingers,
his once round face
has been redrawn
into an austere beauty
She ignores the breathing tube
resting against the now sharp lines
of cheekbones and jawline
She looks up at the nurse
finally hearing his question
Yes, she nods slowly, she will be okay,
eventually
Then with a violent shake of her head
belies that
and feels her husband’s arms
quickly surround her
when the tears flow
as she looks back once more
at their son
The pain gone, his eyes
are amazingly clear
as they no longer stare back
into her red rimmed ones
until she reaches up
and gently closes them
Forever
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It’s Open Link Night | Week 145here at dVerse ~Poets Pub. My now three day old mood has clearly affected my muse as well. I’m out of town for the weekend, hopefully a different scene makes a better attitude.
See it
A moth drawn equally to the darkness
at one end of the equation as well as
the bright flames at the other end,
beckoning in its steady sway to unknown music
I want to...
Hear it
The kinetic current that sometimes happens
when I run my hand over its surface
I want to...
Smell it
The light fruity notes
with hints of something deeper, earthy
I want to...
Taste it
In that odd way we say something tastes like crap
without ever actually ingesting such
I just know how good it would taste
but for right now, I can't resist
I want to...
Feel it
the thick dark curling softness at its base
as I slide my fingers in his manbun releasing
his locs a heavy yet soft suede as it falls
free along my fingers, a signal that let's him know, yeah
I want to...
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The new morning air
The fresh beginnings there
Dawning but a moment away
Early birding songs sung
The new daying begun
Dawning but a moment away
For once a sense of inspiration
And not of desperation
Dawning but a moment away
A sense a joy begins to stir
And a first smile does occur
Dawning but a moment away
First lighting pierces dark
In the night and in my heart
Dawning but a moment away
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Woke up cranky and have been in a foul mood all day. Putting out this wish for a better dawning.
Let’s see how my fellow Slicers were feeling it the 24th day of the challenge:
As a colleague and I are crossing a street, I spy a “gentleman” waiting for the bus at the corner. He coughs up what seems to be some three-quarters of his lungs, generating considerable phlegm in his throat. As the Neanderthal did not have enough manners to at least step to the curb first, he aims away from his own person in complete disregard of any other person near him, causing a woman near him to flinch out-of-the-way as his personal refuse lands near her foot with quite an audible splat upon the sidewalk. Charmed, I’m not.
At this point he looks up, sees me crossing, wipes his mouth with his coat sleeve and breaks out into this most beatific smile. Regrettably, there is no question at all that the smile is for me as I knew there was no one close enough behind me for this and I was reasonably sure it was not blown at the burly E beside me. No, really? He cannot be serious? Surely he is aware of what I just witnessed in the past 30 seconds? I audibly groan to E’s bemusement.
Loverman then blows a kiss in my direction, quickly dashing any hopes I held that I was mistaken in his intended target. I think it is fair to surmise that my aversion was clearly shown on my face as the smile was quickly rescinded.
“You mean you don’t want to swap saliva with him?” E, having witnessed the whole thing, does not try to hold his laughter, to my annoyance.
“Oh, not is he, the most beguiling of man? How near swooned with most ardent desire was I, upon his visage gazed.” I grumbled as I angle our direction to clearly indicate I was not walking towards the would-be Lothario, just in case there was any doubt. E, not up on my latest butchering of Elizabethan, raised an eyebrow not understanding, so I translated:
“The dude is disgusting! I nearly passed out in revulsion at the sight of him.”
And it’s only Monday morning people.
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Let’s see how my fellow Slicers are doing on the 23rd day of the challenge:
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