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Poet. Dreamer. Tea-drinker. Lady of birds. Hoping to make it through life in one piece.
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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Shards

Life was cascading twilight

in street-lit park benches

where dogs cease to fight

in feral shards of moonlight

where angels mourn a human's soul

and lose their gift of flight

It's sad to think of the dawn that follows

when all is exposed to sun

and bloody backs are turned towards everyone 

and everything is daylight

and everything is seen

but the eyes are killed to bullet wounds

and all have lost their sight

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Shards
Life was cascading twilight
in street-lit park benches
where dogs cease to fight
in feral shards of moonlight
where angels mourn a human's soul
and lose their gift of flight

It's sad to think of the dawn that follows
when all is exposed to sun
and bloody backs are turned towards everyone 
and everything is daylight
and everything is seen
but the eyes are killed to bullet wounds
and all have lost their sight
#poetry  #life 
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Oh, the world is a flame

and an obvious game

where the winner takes

more than he needs...

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Micropoetry

Life

It is breath spoken in tongues 

to the wind and rain whilst 

death reclines once more...

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Micropoetry
Life
It is breath spoken in tongues 
to the wind and rain whilst 
death reclines once more...
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Wisdom

Always remember that wisdom rests in the heart of those who are willing to listen.

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Wisdom
Always remember that wisdom rests in the heart of those who are willing to listen.
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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Stream of Consciousness

Layers

I couldn't quite jump that far, as you did, fearless and free within the bounds of sky. I wasn't brave enough, you see. No. I stood at the edge of forest, where trees swayed and birds called and watched you eclipse in front of me. I stood at the edge of the forest and waited for the world to stop so that maybe I could try to jump to you without the world watching me fail and try again. But life doesn't give you that chance. You are expected to be an example for those who watch, without the freedom of solitude. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't so bad. I did make the jump in the end, after countless hours of thinking and hesitating and realized I did it for nothing. You had already reached the bottom and I was destined to do the same. 

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Stream of Consciousness
Layers
I couldn't quite jump that far, as you did, fearless and free within the bounds of sky. I wasn't brave enough, you see. No. I stood at the edge of forest, where trees swayed and birds called and watched you eclipse in front of me. I stood at the edge of the forest and waited for the world to stop so that maybe I could try to jump to you without the world watching me fail and try again. But life doesn't give you that chance. You are expected to be an example for those who watch, without the freedom of solitude. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't so bad. I did make the jump in the end, after countless hours of thinking and hesitating and realized I did it for nothing. You had already reached the bottom and I was destined to do the same. 
#poetry  #life 
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Coatlicue

In the moon's breast

in the night's tongue

a serpent is birthed...

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Coatlicue
In the moon's breast
in the night's tongue
a serpent is birthed...
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Painting
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Art

You paint the world

and drench all in colour

Each Face 

Each Flower

Each Lover

It is your power

It is seeing the unseen

living in each stroke and brush

tucked away at day and alive at night

It is the battle to fight

when mind meets heart

and blood drips slowly

to make your art

It is sunrise to the eyes who cannot 

make out the full picture 

and lost in caricature and false pretenses 

delayed in fires and broken senses

You do not fear the guilt in shadow

and do not praise the gift of light

All is natural within your world

It is canvas 

It is paint

It can be bold 

It can be faint

But it is never held for hands to taint

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Written by LadyOfBirds
Art
You paint the world
and drench all in colour

Each Face 
Each Flower
Each Lover

It is your power

It is seeing the unseen
living in each stroke and brush
tucked away at day and alive at night

It is the battle to fight
when mind meets heart
and blood drips slowly
to make your art

It is sunrise to the eyes who cannot 
make out the full picture 
and lost in caricature and false pretenses 
delayed in fires and broken senses

You do not fear the guilt in shadow
and do not praise the gift of light

All is natural within your world

It is canvas 
It is paint
It can be bold 
It can be faint

But it is never held for hands to taint
#poetry  #life  #art 
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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Gold at East, Gold at West...

What is the purpose of trying

when it seems as if the world is dying

underneath the night's dancing feet?

What a lie to live

What a fault to find

in seeming kind

that ushers in a heart to wind

like clockwork running wild

and running too far to see

Why live in now

when up town there's a show

and a place to be and a place to go

and a river in veins that pulse and flow

when the day ceases to be?

Your back is the tree

your heart is the sun

hidden amongst everyone

but radiates when the time is right

and blinds the crowds

with burning light

You are moving

and pushing

and feeling

and seeing

and touching

and breathing

and living

and being

You are trying whilst being tried

forward and facing shadows

in midnight hours that chime

that mark a passage of time

when all is lost and lives are pained

but love has returned and something is gained

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Gold at East, Gold at West...
What is the purpose of trying
when it seems as if the world is dying
underneath the night's dancing feet?

What a lie to live

What a fault to find
in seeming kind
that ushers in a heart to wind
like clockwork running wild
and running too far to see

Why live in now
when up town there's a show
and a place to be and a place to go
and a river in veins that pulse and flow
when the day ceases to be?

Your back is the tree
your heart is the sun
hidden amongst everyone
but radiates when the time is right
and blinds the crowds
with burning light

You are moving
and pushing
and feeling
and seeing
and touching
and breathing
and living
and being

You are trying whilst being tried
forward and facing shadows
in midnight hours that chime
that mark a passage of time
when all is lost and lives are pained
but love has returned and something is gained

#poetry  #philosophy  #life  #living 
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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse

What is Life?

What is life to the crows who pick

food off of city streets and country alike

or the rose that sways gently in the wind

as curtains swayed in my bedroom?

What is life to the dove who sits in branches

watching the first few people leave for work

and the man, begging for enough to eat?

The dove watched him fade into dust on the street

corner, and flew to meet his spirit.

What is life to the butterfly whose moment is but

a breath of air and the simple open and close of our eyes?

Does she worry about her legacy? Does she feel satisfied

with what she has accomplished in her life?

What is life to the apple tree that stood longer than the

life of many generations of grandparents and grandchildren?

Standing through storms of rain and snow

breathing through the diminution of time as hour after hour

passed and new years were ahead with a sigh and feebleness felt by the tree

What is life to the heart who see's not skin but soul? What does it want

to tell us about ourselves? And how do we learn from its life?

what is life when living does not ring true?

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
What is Life?
What is life to the crows who pick
food off of city streets and country alike
or the rose that sways gently in the wind
as curtains swayed in my bedroom?

What is life to the dove who sits in branches
watching the first few people leave for work
and the man, begging for enough to eat?
The dove watched him fade into dust on the street
corner, and flew to meet his spirit.

What is life to the butterfly whose moment is but
a breath of air and the simple open and close of our eyes?
Does she worry about her legacy? Does she feel satisfied
with what she has accomplished in her life?

What is life to the apple tree that stood longer than the
life of many generations of grandparents and grandchildren?
Standing through storms of rain and snow
breathing through the diminution of time as hour after hour
passed and new years were ahead with a sigh and feebleness felt by the tree

What is life to the heart who see's not skin but soul? What does it want
to tell us about ourselves? And how do we learn from its life?

what is life when living does not ring true?
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Sepia

I wondered why the afternoon

made my room feel like death

where the sun covered everything 

in a golden, hazy silence

It is most reminiscent of dreamtime state...

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Sepia
I wondered why the afternoon
made my room feel like death
where the sun covered everything 
in a golden, hazy silence

It is most reminiscent of dreamtime state...
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