Autumn Hues

Beautiful colors and words. 🙂
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thoughts and entanglements


autumn hues –
splash of color
chasing the blues

Pat R


Daily Haiku Challenge



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I like the poetry I am finding on this blog. Check it out! -OM
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Scribbled to Paper


It’s risky business to love someone
and expect to be loved back.
It’s risky business to love someone
and hope they love you, too.
But if you ever find a good, brother,
and you let her go, you’d be a fool.

Lost and confused,
Run up and run down.
You’ve been left in the dust
with nothing but a frown.
It’s risky business to love someone,
and expect to be loved back.
When you let your heart go,
you may never get it back.

You started out happy,
you ended confused.
You used to dance the disco
now your strumming away the blues.
It’s risky business to love someone,
and expect to be loved back.
You got to throw all your chips in,
and you never know when you might lose.

I came home from work
with dinner on the table,
a nice warm kiss and
my favorite show on…

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She begs me to write her clothes onto the floor.

Each and every piece until her whole body has been explored.

My pen unbuttons without a second thought.

Scribbling towards what I want.

Naked body meets naked mind.

Feel your inhibitions unwind.

Feel me like you feel my words.

Smooth as hands upon your curves.

Take me now, come take me in.

Ecstasy as we begin again.

-Opinionated Man



Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt – Sweet&Scent

Great writing prompt to take part in Tessa! You can also find a prayer page on her blog! -OM
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Tessa Can Do It! Positivity is Catching!

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt – Sweet&Scent

The Guidelines are simple – Take the two words and write a Haiku

By Tessa Smeigh September 2017

sweet scent of lilacs

lingered through out the garden

lulling me gently

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems posts to other blog and will be deleting this one).

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Facing Criticism

It is inevitable that at some point someone is going to challenge what you are blogging. It doesn’t matter if you share photos, food, hand puppets, or you are writing your heart out… someone will take the time to care and let you know they care about what you are doing. We love it actually and praise is awesome right? It makes us feel like superheros and we run around with our fists thrust forward pretending to fly. Or is that just me…

One day somebody told me to “stop trying to write poetry. Stop writing “word strings” or whatever silly name you made up. It isn’t good.”

You have a few choices on how you act in the face of criticism. Some people get quietly offended, some go private, some ignore the comment, some press SPAM on the comment, some hit the person in the fucking face with a medium sized frying pan from aisle 13 at Walmart…

Contrary to popular belief I am not very excitable. I know my poetry is horrible and I write it anyways because I want to. And this is my blog, I don’t subscribe to the idea that you ever “lose” your website to your audience. I think that is a bunch of bullshit. Even if this was a religious website and you were all my disciples I wouldn’t just “hand my blog over” to our deity… I’d become the fucking deity. Where were your spiritual hands when all the work was being done?

I treat humans the same way. I write a lot of open ended blog posts on blogging to share my thought process, but for the most part I know what I am doing. I am happy with what I am doing.

So how do you face criticism? That seems to be the topic of the day and in a society so ready to tell us their criticisms… what better way to prepare for life.



Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter

She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.

Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.

The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.

It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.

Jason C. Cushman

-Opinionated Man