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Now I find myself always on the ins and never on the outs. #AndrewBird #poetrySunday
Who knows what crawls in my fairness
Boxed in a framed luxury
Fit for my six beauties
And nine weeping cherries
Comrading in line 
To Devil, oh devil,
My hands are at rest:
They died young by sixty-nine. -- "Cover His Face; Mine Eyes Dazzle; He Died Young"
#poetry #writing #sethstevens #art #gayart #gaylife #poetrysunday #gay #gaypoetry #gaywriter #lgbt #eroticart #erotic #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness
- Artwork by Jonny Lindner
O devil, my devil,
The hand was clean.
Lame fingers-
They have knotted a black web
That veils my chalked doll,
Screening what I know better
From love: A hug. -- "Cover His Face; Mine Eyes Dazzle; He Died Young"
#poetry #writing #sethstevens #art #gayart #gaylife #poetrysunday #gay #gaypoetry #gaywriter #lgbt #eroticart #erotic #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness
- Artwork by Jerzy Górecki
Devil. Devil,
The hand turns limpid
With days of fraying hours
Turning heads to a liquid blur
I lost me in twirling glares
Whirling in idle spaces:
Lethargy has shot a poison
Too discreet
No being feels its prick
On head, breast, thigh, pelvis… -- "Cover His Face; Mine Eyes Dazzle; He Died Young"
#poetry #writing #sethstevens #art #poetrysunday #gay #gaypoetry #gaywriter #lgbt #eroticart #erotic #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness
- Artwork by Jonny Lindner
"Nunca sei como é que se pode achar um poente triste." - Alberto Caeiro - 
#mysunsettoday #caeirandoporaí 📷:@doraruasruas #poetrysunday #lendoeamandoAlbertoCaeiro📖 #photograpyart #nightlighting #cadadiaumpordosol⛅
Please join UUCP this Sunday at 10:30 a.m. for our service led by the UUCP Program Team. Come in from the cold and join us as we celebrate the joys of winter in poetry and song. Bring a poem to share.

Bring a friend and stay for coffee and light refreshments. We look forward to seeing you! #WinterPoetry #PoetrySunday
Please join UUCP this Sunday at 10:30 a.m. for our service led by the UUCP Program Team. Come in from the cold and join us as we celebrate the joys of winter in poetry and song. Bring a poem to share. Bring a friend and stay for coffee and light refreshments. We look forward to seeing you! #WinterPoetry  #PoetrySunday 
Selfie Sunday. 🖤🖤
Selfie Sunday. 🖤🖤
Sunday nights sponsored by Dante’s Inferno and sloe gin 👹❤️ #poetrycommunity #poetrysunday #sundayfunday #sundaysinbed #sloeginsunday #ginlover #booklover #bookworm #nerdgirl #geekgirl
And when our climax has
Ticked by the hour
My sticky Honey
Turns dour.
Dour. 
I shall eat you, fly;
I leave not a spindly limb
Untouched. -- Honey-Spider

#poetry #literature #poetrysunday #honeyspider #sethstevens #sensuality #writing #honey #romance #art #gay #gayart #gayromance
I am that confectionery mirage;
I am the red macaroon—
Firm at the shell and sweet as hell,
But Empty. Empty. There is nothing there.
You may eat all night (my Honey’s a delight)
But just cream and fluff, wicked how I bluff. I bluff. 
Do I excite? I assure I am no bore.
Lay by me, your Whore. You whore.
I have you in trance, 
As to a fool’s gold rush 
We dance. You dance. -- Honey-Spider

#poetry #poetrysunday #art #gay #gayart #literature #sethstevens #gayromance #romance #sensuality #writing #honey #honeyspider
I am that confectionery mirage; I am the red macaroon— Firm at the shell and sweet as hell, But Empty. Empty. There is nothing there. You may eat all night (my Honey’s a delight) But just cream and fluff, wicked how I bluff. I bluff. Do I excite? I assure I am no bore. Lay by me, your Whore. You whore. I have you in trance, As to a fool’s gold rush We dance. You dance. -- Honey-Spider #poetry  #poetrysunday  #art  #gay  #gayart  #literature  #sethstevens  #gayromance  #romance  #sensuality  #writing  #honey  #honeyspider 
Wily and lithe, It thrives. 
Come, earless Fly, do not see,
Nor hear, my Crimson Tongue roll.
It is my muscle, my strength—
The syrupy bastard who spews
Its web of woven honey. 
My, it is enthralled!
Poor squish of tiny body; fluid bran; 
Mush-head. “You can make it stand 
Straight and tall,” you think
Edging closer. Edge close, my love. -- Honey-Spider

#poetry #poetrysunday #art #honeyspider #literature #chilledvibes #gayromance #romance #sensuality #sethstevens #writing
Wily and lithe, It thrives. Come, earless Fly, do not see, Nor hear, my Crimson Tongue roll. It is my muscle, my strength— The syrupy bastard who spews Its web of woven honey. My, it is enthralled! Poor squish of tiny body; fluid bran; Mush-head. “You can make it stand Straight and tall,” you think Edging closer. Edge close, my love. -- Honey-Spider #poetry  #poetrysunday  #art  #honeyspider  #literature  #chilledvibes  #gayromance  #romance  #sensuality  #sethstevens  #writing 
Here's "Help Wanted" by Timothy Tocher. I was asked to read some #christmaspoetry to extended family tonight (including lots of kids) and I think this one is perfect! 😊🎄⛄️❄️❤️💚#poetrysunday #bookcommunity
Here's "Help Wanted" by Timothy Tocher. I was asked to read some #christmaspoetry  to extended family tonight (including lots of kids) and I think this one is perfect! 😊🎄⛄️❄️❤️💚#poetrysunday  #bookcommunity 
💯 #poetrysunday #christianwriter @learnagapelife

I stand at the edge of myself
United with the world around me
Things aren't the way I envisioned
Because I have not found peace

I see a reflection of my heart
In all of my surroundings
The good parts and the bad parts
Cover the soul of the county

The voice of my conscience
Revealed all things are my doing
The separation and despair
Flowed from thoughts of my choosing

I care for my country and generation
Because it is my body
Lord, help me to better myself
And the world around me will copy
💯 #poetrysunday  #christianwriter  @learnagapelife I stand at the edge of myself United with the world around me Things aren't the way I envisioned Because I have not found peace I see a reflection of my heart In all of my surroundings The good parts and the bad parts Cover the soul of the county The voice of my conscience Revealed all things are my doing The separation and despair Flowed from thoughts of my choosing I care for my country and generation Because it is my body Lord, help me to better myself And the world around me will copy
At 3pm. 
All shadows come to play 
with silent mother dusk,
to throw grey paintings on the wall.
Impatient hug of lady darkness;
all witches hung, don't be afraid. 
Winter poem, Part ll @blindtigerbodywork .
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#poetry #poetrysunday #darkness #night #dusk #winterphotography #field #amaturephotography #landscape #natureheals #rurallove #hiking #winterhike #dontbeafraid #positiveenergy #wabisabi #silence #shadows #mindfulliving #yogalife #walkingmeditation #beinthenow #beinthemoment #december #nightpoem #skyatdusk
At 3pm. All shadows come to play with silent mother dusk, to throw grey paintings on the wall. Impatient hug of lady darkness; all witches hung, don't be afraid. Winter poem, Part ll @blindtigerbodywork . . . . . . . #poetry  #poetrysunday  #darkness  #night  #dusk  #winterphotography  #field  #amaturephotography  #landscape  #natureheals  #rurallove  #hiking  #winterhike  #dontbeafraid  #positiveenergy  #wabisabi  #silence  #shadows  #mindfulliving  #yogalife  #walkingmeditation  #beinthenow  #beinthemoment  #december  #nightpoem  #skyatdusk 
I was playing around with words today and this little poem fell onto my page ❤️ #poetrysunday #poetrygram #wordsmith #lovequotes #poetry
Rifts and sagas / fill the air, and beautiful old women / sing of them, so the air is filled with / music #poetrySunday #MaryRuefle
Rifts and sagas / fill the air, and beautiful old women / sing of them, so the air is filled with / music #poetrySunday  #MaryRuefle 
Be mindful and soulful... Do you notice the one thing alike? Ful as in FULL. When your mind and soul are FULL you've been spiritually cleansed. And not a gentle cleanse, but a DEEP cleanse. .
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#sundays #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrysunday #rupikaur #rupikaurpoetry #milkandhoney #readingpoetry #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #read #poetrygram #reading
It's #PoetrySunday 🤗
#InTheDark PART XXI 🍃💚🌘 up on #EscapistReality #poems #lovestories #love #poetryblog
#myweekoftrieste
Serious beatnik vibes (yes I have a black turtleneck on) 📓
#whitman #poetrysunday #triestina
Sometimes there are days where I think that maybe the reason I keep making mistakes is because I am one...
The feeling of being unworthy,
the fear of being a failure,
the sense of being an anomaly in a world which would have been better off without me.
I try to keep myself up,
I try to keep myself occupied,
I try to keep myself satisfied,
I try to reach for the sky but always end up getting stuck in the branches.

#poetrysunday #hugot
Sometimes there are days where I think that maybe the reason I keep making mistakes is because I am one... The feeling of being unworthy, the fear of being a failure, the sense of being an anomaly in a world which would have been better off without me. I try to keep myself up, I try to keep myself occupied, I try to keep myself satisfied, I try to reach for the sky but always end up getting stuck in the branches. #poetrysunday  #hugot 
it doesn't matter if I didn't tell the world i love you , what matters to me the most is you know that you are the only one i love and will be my last love
#poetrysunday  #feelingsunday
it doesn't matter if I didn't tell the world i love you , what matters to me the most is you know that you are the only one i love and will be my last love #poetrysunday  #feelingsunday 
A swarm of white birds, silhouetted against a grey, cloudy sky. Looking like sparks from a fire, they jump.
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#poetrysunday #sunday #cityscape #city #london #spilledink #iwrotethis #writing #photography #photo
Poetry inspired by my youngest daughter on a sunny spring Sunday 💗✍️ LAVENDER SCENT ON A WHISPER OF AIR

Relaxed in a hammock, I smile, watching

my seven year old daughter, a florist

for a moment, carefully cutting

roses from the garden, clutched in her fist.

The thorns she is wary of, bees she accepts

for without their buzzing, there’d be no roses

footsteps are left with care, leaving no debts

roses arranged, into beautiful posies.

Each one a gift, for someone she cares for

her generous thoughtfulness warms my heart

this Sunday the garden is the church door

nature brings us both closer, ‘YES!’ for more. © Sarah Lee, 20 November, 2017
Poetry inspired by my youngest daughter on a sunny spring Sunday 💗✍️ LAVENDER SCENT ON A WHISPER OF AIR Relaxed in a hammock, I smile, watching my seven year old daughter, a florist for a moment, carefully cutting roses from the garden, clutched in her fist. The thorns she is wary of, bees she accepts for without their buzzing, there’d be no roses footsteps are left with care, leaving no debts roses arranged, into beautiful posies. Each one a gift, for someone she cares for her generous thoughtfulness warms my heart this Sunday the garden is the church door nature brings us both closer, ‘YES!’ for more. © Sarah Lee, 20 November, 2017
I wrote a poem in spanish months ago. It's about a woman dancing and there's serious breadcrumbs of gayness in there 😂 #poetrycommunity #poetry #poema #lamujer #poetrysunday #nerdstatus // #queer #nonbinary #trash #theme #human #shades  #instadaily #bekind #beyourself #loveyourself #doubletap #king #gypsysoul #hippieheart #athena #wanderlust
I am living. I remember you. #MarieHowe #poetrySunday #RIPGrandpa
i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
- e e cummings .
#poetrysunday #eecummings #lovepoem
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of green thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press -in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss - e e cummings . #poetrysunday  #eecummings  #lovepoem 
IN THE DARK - PART XVIII: REVERIES. 🖤✨🌑
#poetrysunday #InTheDark #love #poetry #lovestories #EscapistReality #poetryblog #stars
IN THE DARK - PART XVIII: REVERIES. 🖤✨🌑
#poetrysunday #InTheDark #love #poetry #lovestories #EscapistReality #poetryblog #stars
Poetry: Love Her Wild.......
EVERYTHING
WE 
LOVE 
IS
WELL 
ARRANGED 
DUST. - ATTICUS
#loveherwild #poetrysunday #instagrampoetry #atticus #atticuspoetry #sabbathrest #love #poetryisforthesoul
Life in the Forest. 🌲 🌲Check out the latest Sunday Poetry blog post by clicking on the link in the bio 🌲
Life in the Forest. 🌲 🌲Check out the latest Sunday Poetry blog post by clicking on the link in the bio 🌲
#PoetrySunday on #tgim 🤗
"IN THE DARK - PART XVII" is up on #EscapistReality 🖤
#InTheDark #love #lovestories #poetry #poems #poetryblog
#PoetrySunday on #tgim 🤗
"IN THE DARK - PART XVII" is up on #EscapistReality 🖤
#InTheDark #love #lovestories #poetry #poems #poetryblog
Oh, love, open. Show me my country. Take me home. [Or, when your house comes with a dark red hallway and your partner embraces your chalkboard paint idea] #WendellBerry #poetrySunday
Oh, love, open. Show me my country. Take me home. [Or, when your house comes with a dark red hallway and your partner embraces your chalkboard paint idea] #WendellBerry  #poetrySunday 
‘For each new morning with its light, for rest and shelter of the night, for health and food, and love and friends, for everything thy goodness sends.’ ~Emerson #poetrysunday #sundayfeels #perfectrose #poetry #rose #happiness #emerson #appreciation
#poem 29.05.17 |I.
talented pot head, furthermore one unfathomable enigmatican 
#hooch #poetry #englishpoetry #writing #poetrysunday #words #potheads #rainysundays #poetrycommunity
These are the last weeks of autumn
When the air thins and pricks my cheeks.
Chilled ankle bones from the orange-coated ground.

These are the last days of autumn
Where crispness rots to mulch, leaks
Into boot soles, and sock-toes are drowned.

These are the last hours of autumn
Whose dwarfed days darken and dampen
Into December’s relentless rain.

These are the last minutes of autumn.
What a season to abandon.
But I know she Will come again.
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#autumn
#leaves
#dog
#poetry #poetrysunday #instapoet #seasons #nature #shadow #words
These are the last weeks of autumn When the air thins and pricks my cheeks. Chilled ankle bones from the orange-coated ground. These are the last days of autumn Where crispness rots to mulch, leaks Into boot soles, and sock-toes are drowned. These are the last hours of autumn Whose dwarfed days darken and dampen Into December’s relentless rain. These are the last minutes of autumn. What a season to abandon. But I know she Will come again. . . . . #autumn  #leaves  #dog  #poetry  #poetrysunday  #instapoet  #seasons  #nature  #shadow  #words 
What the sea brought in

Brooms ,brassiers, empty bottles
of booze. The tip of my brother's 
missing forefinger. Bulbs,toothpaste caps,
instruments of grooming. Chestnuts,
carcass of coconut, crows, crabs.
Three dying fish, four dead grandparents.
Slippers of every stripe: rubber, leather, 
Rexine, felt. Rope, mollusc, baleen, foam.
Two ghost children foraging their way 
home. The Bootchie man, budgerigars,
a pack of poor poisoned dogs. Keys,
spoons, singular socks. Virginity returned
in a chastity box. Letters of love,
letters of lust, the 1980s, funeral dust.
What the sea brought in was enough 
to fill museums - decapitated marigold,
broken Nautilus, a betrayed school friend
stuck in the dunes like the legs of Ozymandias. 
Park benches, milk teeth, snake-skins,
cartwheels. Somewhere in the many years
of waking given over to sleep: a cavalcade
of cognitions, a mustard jumpsuit.
If everything we've lost were to return 
with the sea, how simply we could offer
our sun-scarred lives, our solid mattresses.
Such solace to know that barnacles house
empires, that the feral creature of love
grows from gravestones of breakers,
blooms like wildflowers in the fetch.
~Tishani Doshi

#poetry #poetrysunday #sundaymornings #coffeeandcontemplation #indianpoetry #tishanidoshi #sea #seaandthesong #readsome #travels #itsallblue
What the sea brought in Brooms ,brassiers, empty bottles of booze. The tip of my brother's missing forefinger. Bulbs,toothpaste caps, instruments of grooming. Chestnuts, carcass of coconut, crows, crabs. Three dying fish, four dead grandparents. Slippers of every stripe: rubber, leather, Rexine, felt. Rope, mollusc, baleen, foam. Two ghost children foraging their way home. The Bootchie man, budgerigars, a pack of poor poisoned dogs. Keys, spoons, singular socks. Virginity returned in a chastity box. Letters of love, letters of lust, the 1980s, funeral dust. What the sea brought in was enough to fill museums - decapitated marigold, broken Nautilus, a betrayed school friend stuck in the dunes like the legs of Ozymandias. Park benches, milk teeth, snake-skins, cartwheels. Somewhere in the many years of waking given over to sleep: a cavalcade of cognitions, a mustard jumpsuit. If everything we've lost were to return with the sea, how simply we could offer our sun-scarred lives, our solid mattresses. Such solace to know that barnacles house empires, that the feral creature of love grows from gravestones of breakers, blooms like wildflowers in the fetch. ~Tishani Doshi #poetry  #poetrysunday  #sundaymornings  #coffeeandcontemplation  #indianpoetry  #tishanidoshi  #sea  #seaandthesong  #readsome  #travels  #itsallblue 
the DownBeat 
is beyond 
communication— 
it is Communion 
and convokes the 
village ancestors.
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#COMMUNION
#ANCESTORS
#OFJAZZANDWATER
the DownBeat 
is the intuition 
that guides you 
when the village 
sends you on 
to other worlds

for initiation.
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#INITIATION
#OFJAZZANDWATER
the DownBeat 
leads you like
a trio of spirits 
versed in
rituals & rites 
of passage.
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#RITEOFPASSAGE
#OFJAZZANDWATER
you can try to
ban the band of
the DownBeat

but it is wild &
free, baebeh — 
the DownBeat 
cannot 
be possessed. 
the DownBeat . .
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#OFJAZZANDWATER
we hear, they fear 
the polyphony of the people
& the polyrhythms of ritual

calling it subversion,
voodoo communication
& #liberation activity.
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#POLYPHONY
#OFJAZZANDWATER
Mannnn I remember they said Jay you ain't never be nothing😂 it's amazing how God can make something out of nothing huh🤔
#greatchurchday #poetrysunday #bealeadernotafollower
Rain articulates the skins of everything, 
pink of bricks from the fire they baked in, 
lizard green leaves, 
the wrinkled tongues of pine cones.
#AnneMichaels #poetrySunday
Rain articulates the skins of everything,  pink of bricks from the fire they baked in,  lizard green leaves,  the wrinkled tongues of pine cones. #AnneMichaels  #poetrySunday