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Fallen From That Place
Fallen From That Place
E. R. Smith, 2018 Watching me sly from places on high was how you wooed me So wet was I from being your idol; I idolized the feel Encouraged by your selection of choice friends and family In an oasis all our own, I allowed you to isolate me Beguiled by your smile, style, and mystical ways Making me all about you, strayed from my circle for days A fist knocked out my haze, and eyes adjusted to the…
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Muscle Memory
E. Rodriguez Smith, 2018 Holding on, intertwined minds Kismet, centuries of contact Muscle memory tells the tale divine You were always mine, throughout time We fought and sought one another Our flesh assaults as it rediscovers The joy of our sex is timeless No cure for this like a virus Explosions leave us floating…universe This heated fog, heal, soothe, reimburse Sinew called you to me and we…
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Immortal Thoughts
Immortal Thoughts Ponder cutting off parts of me, 45 degree angle Open self to the source, pruned to the core Root in the soil thirsty, lusty, newfangled Seizing onto a boiling sphere for energy Instinct only, drinking in elements Shedding, healing, regenerating reverie Everlasting, now united with liquid alloy Young endlessly with the seasons, evergreen
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Crack Down My Spine
Crack Down My Spine
2018 E.R. Smith Crack down my spine Rebuild, redesign, replenish Universe renew the sinew Refabricate all connection align Blood of God pour, nourish Ancestors witness venue Show the rocky path divine Shine the edges, fear banish For the faithful a world anew
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#ArmMeWith
E. R. Smith 2018 A movement is spreading that’s allowing teachers a platform to discuss the oldest profession, teaching. Teachers have said nothing, or have been ignored, as torrents of disrespect have ravaged their calling for decades. Recent remarks have added a new consideration for an already hefty checklist of things to do. Bearing arms. Teachers who frequently stretch pay checks to…
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When Eyes Wander Around My Corners
When Eyes Wander Around My Corners
E. R. Smith 2018 Wonder about those eyes curling around me, as I lick my treat, Orbs sailing all about me, weighing hide, scaling seat, Want to whisper of my afternoon, loving, splayed laid rough Pressure buildup, squeezed, long way past enough Upraised eyebrows assess my calves, amused wonder, Oh if only I were interested to share their world of plunder? Sigh, eyes roll, my soul, should I…
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Fresh Squeezed
E.R. Smith, 2018 Assaulted by youngsters in backpacks. Backing in to unaccomodating spaces Parents, glaring staring, shut your yap Say nothing to my young, I’ll kill your village, Don’t dare groom mine, they’re not fresh! Polite is un-relevant, we’re here to pillage Sharpened elbows at my sides, as you swipe Focused squeezing, communicating with dark net Grey heads shake at brute, who continues…
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Tag
E. R. Smith, 2018 Throwed up the sour crux of the matter Call me vandal, huh? Where’s your plan for me? Infrastructure F–Ked up since my pop’s feet pattered Demographics show me last on the list….maybe, we’ll see.. This battered wall, reminds of vivid existence Slapped woke, retaliating for unprovoked focused pain This passive palette, path of least resistance Styling a marching movement,…
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Tea and Crackers Interrogation Method
E. R. Smith 2018 Tea and crackers my mother’s secret weapon to weaken our defenses. We sipped Lipton, and let loose a mouthful, fears, worried tears, confessions. We sat in Big Chair in mom’s room. Big Chair was mom’s ally; worn soft perfection. Sit and spill. As soon as she came in from school; mom called, ‘Lizzy you want tea?’ Mom knew something, but what? She’d been careful to park her…
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On the Birth of This Day
E.R. Smith 2018 Crack the Dawn shows me a mosaic Almost a tapestry, the edges fray with light dust A symphony of a life lived, striving strong, algebraic Dense thick stubborn reaching fibers Indomitable pattern; organic thread follows ancients Linking from past weaving designers Etching an art for present time; keeping relevant Intricate paths sewn; with no apology Dawn’ brings a bright…
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The Shape of a Woman
E. R. Smith 2018 Molded round, impervious; taking on weights and tolls Angled sharp, quick, multifaceted Stong straight throughout storms; raising barricades Patented abilities, unfragmented Turns hexagon to rhombus, clearest diamond Inspiring humanity with the feminine Crafting both art and war; lovely siren
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Surviving Life
©2017 E. R. Smith Surviving soul seeks in states of art to master and plaster to self so not to be found wanting when searching Indeed want ads
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Feelings of Fear
©2017 E. R. Smith A block of ice lays the head Bites into the brain Crams darkness like lead Drives one insane Evil is this blatant insanity Fear the power consuming Grave the battle, calamity Heart-felt power dooming Icy prickles spread down spine Just in time to catch doubt Killing hope of life divine Leaving bitter drought My soul glistens when vaporized Numb tears shed its loss Owning a…
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Am I Wicked?
I wrote this for the bloggersmeetup; thought I’d share it here too. Source: Am I Wicked? Am I Wicked? ©2017 E. R. Smith Standing before my opinionated mirror, conversing, “You are so wicked”, Mirror announces Cutting eyes, I warn my accessory I will not hesitate to shatter him “You are a wicked queen”, Mirror reminds I ponder, Yes, I have wicked symmetry to my face Wicked curves cut my…
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Exposure My Heart
Source: Exposure My Heart Opened much too soon to a lovely face that erased me as soon as my utterings were done, Opened myself to a grace disinterested in being mine, Skin so lovely my tongue wanted a taste of that casing only so deep, Next time I won’t be beguiled by style and symmetry, Next time I love, it will be passionate poetry, Exposing my soul to a stranger, strangled my faith in the…
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Living The Dream
Sharing my alter ego again. Hope you like it. Source: Living The Dream Pic courtesy of http://www.womenology.com -Michael Cleaves Living The Dream Got up from the Woolworth’s lunch counter, messy with condiments; Used prints to create a dashiki Marched all over the southern land, sight-saw strange fruit; created jazz Mixed in my education, like a Benetton ad; uplifted my community Wore black…
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Pound on My Fist
Pound on My Fist
This is my pen name as they say. I was going to experiment with this site. Time isn’t always on my side. But I like the work I started here. Source: Pound on My Fist -Cleave Michaels Pound on my fist secret handshake lets me in Man cave of marvels dusky heroes praised within Booths seat comedians Some you know and those you don’t…
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