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Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

Spring

entangled tree roots
warmed earth
sharp petrol
beating pulse
fresh cut flowers
bittersweet kisses
singing sparrows
open arms
falling tears
strong desires
burning kindling
greasy hands
dewy walks
certain skies
lost dreams
more hope
 
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Moochienanu said:
Spring

entangled tree roots
warmed earth
sharp petrol
beating pulse
fresh cut flowers
bittersweet kisses
singing sparrows
open arms
falling tears
strong desires
burning kindling
greasy hands
dewy walks
certain skies
lost dreams
more hope

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Oh... My... That is just something. You are an amazing artist, moochie. and you capture spring in a wonderfull way! I absolutely adore this!

Love,

Thom
 
Moochienanu said:
Spring

entangled tree roots
warmed earth
sharp petrol
beating pulse
fresh cut flowers
bittersweet kisses
singing sparrows
open arms
falling tears
strong desires
burning kindling
greasy hands
dewy walks
certain skies
lost dreams
more hope

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Pretty sure that's the definition of Erotic
 
Moochienanu said:
Spring

entangled tree roots
warmed earth
sharp petrol
beating pulse
fresh cut flowers
bittersweet kisses
singing sparrows
open arms
falling tears
strong desires
burning kindling
greasy hands
dewy walks
certain skies
lost dreams
more hope

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Really enjoyed the way you evoke Spring. The picture is spectacular Moochie! :rose::rose::rose:
 
Nurse's week

A weeks work told well,
My lover is a hospice nurse and your words truly capture the work, the stress and the caring.
Thanks for sharing.
 
What I’m trying to say
Is that it feels like I’m crumbling apart
Disintegrating
Dissolving
Without...
And I don’t have the words
To say
All I want
All I need
All I ever look for
Is your love.
 
Moochienanu said:
What I’m trying to say
Is that it feels like I’m crumbling apart
Disintegrating
Dissolving
Without...
And I don’t have the words
To say
All I want
All I need
All I ever look for
Is your love.
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Strength Moochie. And, thanks for that Nurse poem. I worry about the Nurses in my life (a lot). Be careful out there.
 
Moochienanu said:
Spring

entangled tree roots
warmed earth
sharp petrol
beating pulse
fresh cut flowers
bittersweet kisses
singing sparrows
open arms
falling tears
strong desires
burning kindling
greasy hands
dewy walks
certain skies
lost dreams
more hope

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Except for that fantasy pic (it REALLY is), that sounds like my day spent in my garden. (I'm trying to force Spring through the snow flurries).
 
Moochienanu said:
What I’m trying to say
Is that it feels like I’m crumbling apart
Disintegrating
Dissolving
Without...
And I don’t have the words
To say
All I want
All I need
All I ever look for
Is your love.
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I hope you are not as sad as these words make you out to be, moochie, that they are (at least in part) an artistic expression, and a beautifull une at that. But if you are sad, I hope things get better soon. Sending you my love,

Thom
 
Moochienanu said:
What I’m trying to say
Is that it feels like I’m crumbling apart
Disintegrating
Dissolving
Without...
And I don’t have the words
To say
All I want
All I need
All I ever look for
Is your love.
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I’m sure He is listening to your heart beating out his name.
 
The Sky Doesn’t Lie

The dark morning sky
Lets emotions show,
Leaving tear streaks
Across the window

Calling to have eyes linger
And speak with it

Feeling the voice,
Smooth answer from above
To each whispered question

A soft tapping on pane
Leads the minds deeper in
This conversation
Without end​
 
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Moochienanu said:
The Sky Doesn’t Lie

The dark morning sky
Lets emotions show,
Leaving tear streaks
Across the window

Calling to have eyes linger
And speak with it

Feeling the voice,
Smooth answer from above
To each whispered question

A soft tapping on pane
Leads the minds deeper in
This conversation
Without end

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Dear moochie, I am falling in love with your poetry... looking out a window on a stormy day myself... I can feel your words...
And the pictures well, they are just another beautoful art! As for the subject of those pictures... pure sensual beuaty.

Love,

Thom
 
Blue is the sky
Hidden by the
Dark of night

Raindrops
Break the silence
Of that night

Voices in the dark
Spoken to no one
Heard by someone
Told to everyone

The words
She
Types

The muse
Who writes

:rose:
 
Thom_the_gleeman said:
Dear moochie, I am falling in love with your poetry... looking out a window on a stormy day myself... I can feel your words...
And the pictures, well, they are just another beautoful art! As for the subject of those pictures... pure sensual beauty.

Love,

Thom
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Thank you, Thom. I still don’t feel uncomfortable thinking of my writing as poems or as me a poet,, but it seems that they best fit in that genre, doesn’t it? 🌷

Fingerfuxs said:
Blue is the sky
Hidden by the
Dark of night

Raindrops
Break the silence
Of that night

Voices in the dark
Spoken to no one
Heard by someone
Told to everyone

The words
She
Types

The muse
Who writes

:rose:
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I really like where this went at the end. Thank you for sharing it. 🌷
 
Moochienanu said:
Thank you, Thom. I still don’t feel uncomfortable thinking of my writing as poems or as me a poet,, but it seems that they best fit in that genre, doesn’t it? 🌷
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It is a virue to be humble of course, but in this case I would also call it a folly, as your work should be called poetry and therfore you a poet in my honoust oppinion

Love,

Thom
 
My spoons

I’ve been using them up
Borrowing from tomorrow
Reserves are spent before they’re earned,
And it’s silly
Because I know what fills the coffers
And it is so fucking simple
To point at it
To say, “yep. That’s gonna make it all better”
And yet, I have to wait for it.
I know it
I say it daily
The mantra has been the same
For years now I repeat it:
I can do this until I get what I need.
The problem is, I’m having the hardest time
In the in between
In the space between
In the moments between
In the gaps between.
It’s making every breath ache
It’s making every second without
Feel like eternities lived in exile
And it’s so silly
I know it is
And there are ways to get through
To breathe
For a minute,
But those deep breaths I get
Feel like gulping, gasping,
As my body sinks,
Seeing the spoons surrounding me
But unable to be held up by them.
 
Moochienanu said:
Fuck me
Deep and hard
Watch my eyes
Feel my body
Fuck me
Soft and warm
Kiss my skin
Breathe me in
Fuck me
Sweet and wet
Pull my hair
Fill me up
Fuck me

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You have an amazing way with words!
 
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