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Sycamore and Vine (a silly poem)


in a little green house

on a quiet little street

lives a lovely little woman

with bells on her feet

if you ever find yourself at the corner of Sycamore and Vine

you can most assuredly take it as a sign

to drop by and visit with her for a spell

I promise the time with her will do you well

~Melanie Thomason


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a living death

her existence is a living death

she questions each and every breath


is it,

is she

even worthwhile?

should she dig her own hole in the ground?

6 feet is the going rate


or maybe

at least

for just a little while

she should think about sticking around

and do her dance with fate



her existence is a living death

she questions each and every breath

~Melanie Thomason

You can read more of my poems in my book:

Moonpies and Naugahyde

A Childhood Survived

Get it here!


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daydreaming at night

I hope you enjoy this poetry by j matthew waters as much as I did 🙂 Don’t forget to visit his site.


I’ve not seen it all
this movie that weaves
in and out of close encounters

actors are not what they seem
on any kind of stage
whether supported on oak trestles
or razor thin wire

the money flows like milk and money
brewed and bottled on the black market
where trade secrets are available for sale
anywhere from one to a million bitcoin

sometimes I like to daydream
during the night
just to shake things up
excited to rehearse those parts
I’m least familiar with

may two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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Silent Hands

I’ve been spending a little time visiting old friends here on WordPress and I’m so glad to reacquaint myself with the vast and varied talent that lives here. I didn’t know how much I missed them all. Please read this truly touching poem from Paul F. Lenzi. Please visit his site 🙂

Poesy plus Polemics

hands Drawing by FoxAndTheCrow

in her anguish

loud darkness

no room for

the effort

of words

all she needs

is a touch

quiet fingers

to reach


her despair

take the fear

from her mind

hold her heart

in the palm

of unspoken


one touch

of love’s hand

conveys more


than penstrokes

of poets

or blessings

of saints

silent hands

can catch


lift spirits

if only

for moments

but moments



in their power

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milk and honey

he stays quiet, hidden by the shadows of her garden

and he watches this woman, this gorgeous goddess

peach and pink and petal soft in her unabashed nakedness

as she dances to welcome the new day

he stares transfixed

as she smears golden honey on her smooth bare skin

amber droplets clinging and glistening in the sunlight

he stifles the small animal noises that come unbidden

as she lowers herself in a bath of cool milk

he thinks how strange, yet also luxurious and enticing

he wants to go to her, to be nearer to her

yet he dares not disturb her or make his presence known

instead he whispers his words of want and worship to the wind

he is sure she will hear them when she is ready.


~Melanie Thomason





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linger – a haiku

your words lingering

as smoke in an enclosed room

cause my eyes to tear

~Melanie Thomason



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Somehow it is May

I don’t know where the time has gone.  It’s been ages since I’ve posted one word on my poor neglected blog and even longer since I have visited any of you.  Life has been, well life… and you all know how that goes.

So I’m not here to make any promises of writing or visiting regularly because who knows what will be thrown at me next but IF anyone is still following…or hell… even interested at this point, just letting you know I’m still alive.

Time is a slippery thing

hard to get a firm grasp on it

sometimes it flies by

as if being chased

by a bear

on fire

other times it feels like days have passed 

yet your watch’s face reflects a mere five minutes since last you looked

~Melanie Thomason


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I’ve dislocated every joint

my blood does not flow freely

through kinked and ruptured veins


I’m so sorry to disappoint

it hasn’t proven easy

nor is it without pains


to grate away

necrotic flesh

to save what’s left

and start afresh

~Melanie Thomason



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