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Love in Ten

  1. Love is my feel-good tea.
  2. My Sunday Morning Hey-Ya,
  3.  My shake and bake,
  4. Love is the things I can not see.
  5. Love is my power, no man can control
  6. Love is letting go.
  7. Love is effortless.
  8. Love is how the trees are made.
  9. Love is my whirlwind
  10. Love is leaping through the universe.

“God is Love”

invited to Love in ten Sentences posted by: themissiontomars

https://themissiontomars.wordpress.com/2015/03/01/love-in-10-sentences/

Sending it forward I invite these Artist to share what Love is In ten Sentences

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keep it going…

(Day 10 Future) Coral Reefs

 Steel blue salt,
In the waters that doth not stale.
The greatest fear is to fail.
Salt blue steel.
 Soulful lessons with each tide.
Till I, shake the need for dying.
Til I, manifest, solid visions of my dreams.
Til the Urchins of the sea, find a home past the thieves.
 Caught between the thickets of its kind.
Reeled forward holding lines.
Hook in gills
Gills in hooks
  Reflections, of unsung stories
all that lies before me
 tis but, Pearls of Opportunities.

Day 7(Fingers) Split Ends

Complicated as brushing maybe.Parting hairs was the least of their worries.Unleavened bread will be buttered with sunken stories. Told by the ancestors, drumming pasts slumber and sleep.Rumbling giants speaking into the deep.Plumbing through youthful cries, burdens no mans able to gutter. Oh inner guide, please do not stutter,plain speech, I beseech you utter.

Today’s device assonance,form is poetry prose I tried with using (U sound ) The meaning is related to a dream I had of the drum sound in my sleep. Happy Writing…

Day 2, (Journey) All I have…

 

Can it Be?

Borrowed Love.

And she ain’t dead.

Inside my head.

Stupidly sitting.

.
On highways left side.

But she can’t spare, her own socks full of sorrows,

all because,

she borrowed love.

Day 2,Journey

Space

Dear clutter, it’s been swell. Living underneath the piles of flimsy wash-cloths and moldy shelves.

I’ve tried, and you’ve lied, about the mess nobody makes.It takes courage to thoroughly clean,

Beneath basements and baseboards.

Look what we’ve become!

Shabby and raggedy,always nagging bout the times when you was as fine as oatmeal.

Please.

I’m not asking.Still my space..

The loaves

My tears are no ordinary waters.

It was here, my gut rose to take its place.Its gonna be alright.

My life, is gonna be alright.Have a small bite,

These rainy cycles of loving me.All because I indulged in dark cherry, brownies …

Wait never mind the calories…

Got down in the bottom of skillet,

feeling good…

When my soul speaks

She was not just a pretty orange to peel.Her vitamin c, drove back the mucus of icicles.

Hacking deeply like rusty faucets,

sputtering brown,

then yellow ,almost pasty clear.

She would not quit, come too far in the snow.

Open the oceans wide and you’ll find me.

In the arms of hope,

I’m finding my way to life….