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  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 2d

    #end #wod @writersnetwork #writersbay #ceesreposts @writerstolli @miraquill @mirakee

    Coerced..

    Love poetry from my pen
    A Gun to my head..

    Keeps me writing
    About the Exotic rays of the Sun..

    Instead of
    About the blistering heat
    On my cheeks
    Shamed and left by cruelty..

    About the soullessness
    Hidden within the dark..

    About these things
    You strictly said (Or clearly insinuated)
    Without having said..
    "You will write nothing bad about me
    Keep it in your head"

    "We'll keep up the wall of silence
    And the river, denial, flowing ..
    Unless
    You need me to leave
    This gun out, instead?"

    "Wipe your glasses
    And your nose"..

    "Stop whining
    Don't let your voice be harsh or heard"..

    "Here's what you'll do"..

    "Get your head out of the dark
    And
    Write me some
    Of those sweet lies, white"..

    And "That long, loving
    Prose"..

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

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    WRITING BETWEEN THE LINES

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  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 3d

    #start #wod #pod @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #Writerstolli
    (*Inspired by a dear friend here and written to her as an ODE @bonitasarahbabu ❤who I hope to do a poetic foxtrot with for as long as we both can still write!)

    When I looked into her eyes..
    Eyes,to me
    That looked like unheard stories..

    I took her hands
    And softly asked for a dance
    Offering her my ears
    For her stories unheard
    To be heard..

    Saying "Please, will you
    Dance with me the foxtrot
    You, my, graceful poetic friend?"

    We will Waltz
    With Words long unheard
    And if they dry up
    We will find ourselves
    A newly, dancing pen..

    We will pirouette upon the paper
    Boldly
    As our ballet
    Of artistic communication
    Is unfolding..

    But if our Pointé shoes
    Should unravel
    We will write
    Into a rhythm
    Of the rain falling..

    Allowing us to fall
    Into the natural beat of
    Groovin' rock and roll..

    On the days when we are solemn
    The beat,we will take slow
    And your silently unheard stories
    Will BE the movement
    As our ink, to God
    Does flow..

    When my fingers
    Are stained and soo tired
    And I can no longer
    Keep up the dance..

    You, will take the lead and inspire
    As, on parchment
    Your words, danced as beautiful poems..

    Keeping up the rythym
    Quickly twirling
    With the pen and paper
    Prancing..

    So, even when when I'm weary
    My Timeless
    Artistically
    Inclined friend..

    Through your
    Eloquent
    Unheard words
    I see behind
    Your story filled eyes

    Trapped like birds
    That should fly..

    And a sunshine smile
    That never lies..

    And I know
    I would want to do
    The electric pen boogaloo..

    With you
    Until the very end..

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

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    *UNHEARD STORIES BEHIND HER EYES AND A SMILE THAT NEVER LIES..*

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 1w

    #patheticfallacy #wod @writersnetwork #writersbay #ceesreposts @writerstolli @miraquill #mirakee

    Our beloved mother is burning
    On a tinder pile
    Of her own children..

    Her tender earth scorched
    Because the ozone
    Has now been torched..

    Frozen solid
    With cracks
    On her tender back..

    Whipping marks
    Oozing blood
    Made of More
    Bloody colored ice..

    Adding
    To the crackling red
    Of bubbling fires
    Still burning
    On her tender
    And softest pastures..

    Twisted and ripped apart
    Drowning from each tornado
    Each monsoon..

    And we're left
    Desperately thirsty
    After half her body
    Is losing all her water
    That was drinkable..

    Thus furthering the effect
    Of her ability to breath
    Or bring back
    Her once healthy earthen life..

    Watching her babies die
    Tears at her tender heart
    So she refuses to just roll over
    Without a world- wide fight..

    Or allowing anymore lies
    About the worsening situation
    Deeply dark..
    Or lies barely even white..

    She's reaching out to us
    In anyway she can
    As she needs our help, now
    With her current
    Desperate plight..

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez
    Thank you @writersnetwork for my❤ and to @miraquill for the Editor's choice! I'm TRULY honoured!

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    SCORCHED EARTH

    Watching her babies die
    Tears at her tender heart
    So she refuses to just roll over
    Without a world - wide fight!
    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 1w

    #imagery #wod @writersnetwork #writersbay #ceesreposts @writerstolli @miraquill #mirakee

    I cannot be found today..

    My mind's eye lost
    In our small moments
    Of beautiful night
    That was yesterday..

    Slipped away, stripped
    As the sheets are pulled back
    From your bed and I rise
    To the stark reality of this light..

    This cold morning
    Roaming around
    Feeling my way blind
    In your clothes
    That hold your colors of scent
    Mingled with mine from the dark..

    Formed in those few
    Precious hours
    When I was yours
    Fighting this waking
    That brings me you no more..

    This end brought to me
    With a cup of coffee
    Swirled with cream
    And past sugared words..

    Now that dawn has arrived
    Speaks covertly of goodbye.

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez
    Thank you @writersnetwork for your❤and much thx to @miraquill for my EC!

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    THIS MORNING'S COFFEE

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  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 1w

    #wild #wod #pod @writersnetwork #writersbay @Writerstolli #ceesreposts #writersnetwork #mirakee @miraquill

    Party after Party
    Wild and disaster-struck

    She wasn't always ugly
    Especially as a child

    Yet, before, during and after Each "celebration"
    She became
    More and more
    Like a animal gone wild..

    Lashing without..
    No longer soft and cuddly.

    Getting further from the thought
    That her life was under the gun
    Why not go out
    While having some fun?

    To think a wanted
    But completely
    Unwanted poison..

    She'd put in herself
    Day after day

    Had scarred her insides
    So badly..

    That the damage
    Mirrored her outsides
    That way..

    And

    No amount of shiny new razors
    Or wild thoughts
    And
    Freshly drawn blood..

    Could ever cut away

    An ugliness
    That seemed
    Was there to always stay..

    Possibly
    A karmic punishment?

    For believing that makeup..

    Golden tresses
    And
    Pretty dresses..

    Would make her
    Anything different
    Than her wild and natural state
    Of a molding decay..

    (Or)

    That empty compliments
    Could truly cover
    What SHE sees
    In the mirror..

    A beauty
    That she thought she saw
    Reflected in his eyes..

    Or what she thought
    Was his and her
    Loving
    Contented sighs..

    But, that was only true
    When he
    Was between her thighs..

    And that SHE was also
    Trying to hide

    That she had to dream
    Of other things
    Just to get through the lie..

    And

    To be soul-searchingly honest
    It wasn't HE who was to blame..

    It just so happened
    That both of them
    The Two..
    Saw right through the façade.

    And

    To both

    This
    Inside/outside
    Wild Ugliness..

    Became one
    And the same.

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

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    WILD AND DISASTER-STRUCK

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  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 1w

    #love #sundayc #wod #pod @writersnetwork #writersbay #ceesreposts @writerstolli @miraquill #mirakee #writersnetwork

    On a lazy,
    Sun-filled Sunday
    You, with feather-like lips
    Curled over mine..

    Softly

    Invitingly

    Slowly

    Entwining
    With me..

    An electrifying shock
    Passes between us
    On our exotic Sunday..

    Steamy air Escapes
    From beneath your breath
    Till it seemed like
    There was
    No air
    Left..

    Your supple mouth
    Seeks
    What's inside me
    Deep
    Discovering whats underneath..

    Soft and Silky
    Yet, Rough
    Around the edges
    Your skin
    Leads to
    Black velvet
    Eyes..

    Capturing
    Containing me
    In your inviting gaze..

    Exotic tryst
    On magical Sunday's

    That speads afire
    [This ray of golden sunshine]

    Caressing my inner thigh..

    Making our love true
    Along
    With all of our desires..

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

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    SUNDAY TRYST WITH A RAY OF GOLDEN SUN..

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  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 2w

    #anaphora #wod #pod #mirakee @writersnetwork #writersbay #ceesreposts @writerstolli @miraquill
    (Thank you soo much @writersnetwork for the❤and the REPOST!! WOOHOO!)


    ON THAT MORNING..

    In one morning
    You shed
    The most glorious light
    Onto my darkend shadows.

    In one morning
    You became my angel of peace
    Less than 2 lbs
    But with the power of the Archangels..

    In one morning
    You showed me inner strength
    Could prevail over my weaknesses..

    And

    In one morning
    Your tiny, perfect body
    Struggling to breathe
    Taught me patience
    As I watched one breath
    Follow another..

    In one morning
    You taught me to TRULY
    Become what I needed to be
    Your persevering mother..


    On this morning
    You taught me Endurance Brotherhood, Sisterhood
    and
    Most of all
    How to REALLY love.

    On one mourning
    My "great little prosperous one" Left me..
    To be cradled in the arms Heaven.

    On that mourning
    I cried
    Until my eyes
    Were two swollen slits of pain..

    And

    On that mourning
    I felt utterly Lost
    And devoid of hope..

    Yes

    But..

    In one morning
    You taught me
    Yet another priceless lesson
    About "letting go, letting God"
    And finally finding within me
    Grace, Hope and Forgiveness..

    On this morning
    I feel embraced
    By memories of you
    I sometimes still live in..
    Thoughts of your little size
    And your gigantic feat of living.

    On this morning
    Because of you..
    I forgave myself
    I forgave life
    And
    I forgave death..

    And

    On all mornings
    I remember..

    My littlest teacher
    My baby
    My son
    And my
    Everlasting love.

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

    *THIS POEM WAS MY FIRST PUBLISHED POEM. IT WAS WRITTEN IN DEDICATION TO MY SON DARION JORDAN DELOREY. BORN MAY 30TH, 1996- DIED JANURARY 10TH 1997. THANKS, TO YOU; MY DARLING BOY.. OR I PROBABLY WOULDN'T HAVE STARTED TO PURSUE POETRY AS I HAVE. ALL MY LOVE TO MY ANGEL BABY, MUSE..AS YOU WATCH OVER ME, WHILE I FINISH MY BOOK (AND) FOR GETTING ME THIS FAR.. I MISS YOU EVERYDAY..AND MY HEART IS FOREVER YOURS..❤Mommy

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    (*ON THAT MORNING..)

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 2w

    #Grave #wod @writersnetwork #writersbay @Writerstolli #mirakee @miraquill
    Thank you for your inspiration for this poem, my muse! @muskaanbhatt_

    You're right
    We, that are real
    REALLY write from our hearts
    We write from our mistakes
    We write when the pain inside
    Is more than we can take..

    We don't run around
    "Gathering bits of others writings"
    To make ourselves feel whole..
    But we are sorry
    If they just can't find a way
    To fill their own
    Grave and gaping hole..

    Heck, Sometimes I look
    At the things I've written..
    As fast as I could find
    A napkin and an eyeliner pencil..

    But having written from a depth
    In my soul
    So grave and deep..

    I even sometimes
    Don't recognize
    The writing myself
    Was I writing while I sleep?

    Until I REALLY read the words..

    And I know that something
    REAL within ME
    When I write..

    Tears off
    My thick outer shell
    And I write my own way
    Of my life, love, losses so grave And like most, a survivor
    Of a personal hell..
    That I live out
    On Earth..

    While Heaven was where
    Our mother's,son's
    Best friend's and brother's
    Went to and now, without us..
    Together
    They dwell..

    So, thank you, my friend
    For what you've said..
    Once again
    With your glorious words!

    And I'll recognize your writing
    Forever and always..
    Real and really deep.
    Grave and full of grace
    Your pen truly IS mightier
    Than their fraud!

    So I just needed to write
    Some special feedback..
    (And personal thanks to you
    As my muse in this)

    Especially
    A huge thank YOU
    For those
    Who shrink beneath
    Those toxic words..
    And are ever so grateful
    That YOU spoke up
    For they that felt invisible
    And those who felt unheard..

    The starting of this bonded union
    Lead by you..
    Who separated your"selves"
    From the haters
    By splitting in two..

    But because of the
    Bold
    Fierce
    And beautiful writer
    You are..
    We that love you
    Recognize you..
    Support you in this..
    And
    Are circling
    Around the beloved
    (Voice)
    Poetry in motion..

    That is you.

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

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    AN UPROAR OUT OF SILENCE

    (an ode to @muskaanbhatt_ for calling out those, that stab in the dark; which then, you call out into your light!)
    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 2w

    @miraquill #mirakee @writersnetwork #writersbay @Writerstolli

    ( I've always wanted to do one of my poems in Hindi, as it is such a BEAUTIFUL language and I am of course aware that there are probably more people who read and write in Hindi, as their 1st language and English as their 2nd; here, than I'm even aware of.. So this is my gift, to all of those that fall in that category. I hope I did this right. Much love and Blessings, to you all)(बहुत प्यार और आशीर्वाद)❤����)

    चांदनी चौकसी

    चाँद
    नीला मखमल में आयोजित
    पीला
    आपस में मंगल
    इसके चारों ओर
    सितारों
    चाँद
    आसमान
    टकराना
    शाम की रात और आग के साथ।

    Moonlight Vigil

    Moon
    Held in azure velvet
    Yellow
    Mingles
    All around it
    Stars
    Moon
    Sky
    Collide
    With dusky night and fire.

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

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    *चांदनी चौकसी (MOONLIGHT VIGIL)

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez

  • reneewolfcrowdenunez 2w

    @Mirakee @writersnetwork #writersbay #ceesreposts @writerstolli

    ..It struck me
    As beautiful..

    It was so ugly

    Cold

    Damp

    Dirty

    Sticky

    Lights
              UP
         G
        N
       I
      M
     O
    C

    Fire

    Brilliance

    One eye

    Moonlight
    G
     O
      I
       N
        G
    D
    O
    W
    N

    Lapis
    Gold and Silver
    The other eye..

    Paused bubbling breath
    Both eyes blink it ALL in

    LOUD! LOUD!
    Noises there were..

    Until peace amongst
      H   O
    C   A   S

    F
    E
    L
    L
    Upon
    My light
    Spirit..

    Radiating..

    Up until the moment
    It burst!

    Striking me
    Almost As ugly..

    Until I opened both eyes
    And saw

    It was beautiful.

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez
          

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    DRIVING THROUGH THE CITY AT SUNRISE

    ©reneewolfcrowdenunez