Poetry

A pen that does not wish to be pinned down…

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St. Hallmark Day Annual Post 2017

Once again, St. Hallmark Day is almost upon us. This means it is time to assault your eyes with my traditional St. Hallmark post. The tradition began on Facebook – that keeper of all events and occasions – several years ago and continues to amuse me. So…

Y’all are my Valentine Victims! Mwa-hahahahaha!! Welcome to the Massacre!

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The 2017 edition of my annual mock-a-thon must include a nod to my Valentine.

Sweet Valentine person of mine

You jostle my molecules

and

Cause a kerfuffle in my bustle

Yay!

❤

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Mood music:

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Jericho

The marauder withdrew. Occasional flaming arrows or signature attack – a trojan horse variant – were vivid reminders that he enjoyed subjugation as much as decimation.

So it began; a placing of stones. Slowly at first, then rising high and sturdy until a wall – impenetrable, unassailable – surrounded the one treasure that remained unsullied.

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These arms around me, this shoulder for my head
Strong back, long legs that steady as my intentions tumble down
A silent cacophony, rushing madly, lightning and surging

Examining this exultation amidst the rubble, I understand
This kiss that I’d thought was a long ago echo
Has become here and now

My heart’s Jericho

~ keib
18 December 2016

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Lodestone

I wrap myself in a simple garment of cotton
One that holds in its threads the essence of you
Slipping in and out of my self and my soul
Catching stitches of the past and the present
Gently pulling my heart-strings closer together

Weaving what I once was into who I am now
Tiny healing stitches of you and me
What I am and who you see
Carried in each inhalation
Something both electrifying and benediction

Talisman or lodestone, I can’t be sure
Knowing only that mornings of late
I come awake more fully who I am
More completely my own woman
Wrapped in the scent of a man

~ kei
26 November 2016

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Yes, You

Circle back
Drawing nearer
Ever closer
So it seems

I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams

~ kei
10 September 2016

As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.

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Haiku Triplette VI ~ Old Letters

Treasured old letters
Love, hope and dreams in cursive
Preserved forever

~ kei
24 April 2016

This inked evidence
I was loved will be again
Proof’s between the lines

Heart do not despair
Your beat lives on in parchment
Tender tinder sparked

~ kei
1 June 2016

© Karin Bole 2016

© Karin Bole 2016

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No Long Goodbyes

So long my friend, farewell

You’ve served me long and well

Though it’s time for us to part

I’ll keep you always in my heart

Adieu mon ami, vous allez manquer

A new life and love are calling me

Should we chance to meet again

Smile and greet me as a friend

~ kei
17 April 2016

Dear WordPress friends, my mini vacation from maintaining this and my Facebook poetry page has been good. Cutting the ties to Twitter and Google+ has been wonderful!

For some time, I’ve had a sense that I’m ready to move away from writing to other pursuits and certainly this break from the false expectations involved in nurturing a poetry blog has been both enlightening and freeing – such peace of mind gained!

I’ve enjoyed meeting and sharing with so many talented people and will try to pop ’round to your blogs once in a while to click ‘hello’ or post the odd piece on mine.

So, until then be happy, be well and… for heaven’s sake!

Get off the computer, go outside and play! 🙂