Rev Stoc's
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crumpled down crying
I break as a #sweet deer
looks for momma
frantically searching for her
we share the same bitter tears
#BraveWrite #vss365 #tanka #senryu #PoetsOfBkueSky
#micropoetry #poetry #poem #haiku #HurstFire #EatonFire
#PalisadesFire #SunsetFire
L, Aspen (off due to 🔥)
(Miss My Momma🕯️)
I break as a #sweet deer
looks for momma
frantically searching for her
we share the same bitter tears
#BraveWrite #vss365 #tanka #senryu #PoetsOfBkueSky
#micropoetry #poetry #poem #haiku #HurstFire #EatonFire
#PalisadesFire #SunsetFire
L, Aspen (off due to 🔥)
(Miss My Momma🕯️)
January 9, 2025 at 4:21 AM
crumpled down crying
I break as a #sweet deer
looks for momma
frantically searching for her
we share the same bitter tears
#BraveWrite #vss365 #tanka #senryu #PoetsOfBkueSky
#micropoetry #poetry #poem #haiku #HurstFire #EatonFire
#PalisadesFire #SunsetFire
L, Aspen (off due to 🔥)
(Miss My Momma🕯️)
I break as a #sweet deer
looks for momma
frantically searching for her
we share the same bitter tears
#BraveWrite #vss365 #tanka #senryu #PoetsOfBkueSky
#micropoetry #poetry #poem #haiku #HurstFire #EatonFire
#PalisadesFire #SunsetFire
L, Aspen (off due to 🔥)
(Miss My Momma🕯️)
There were words we said in confidence
Yet #guessing was the order of day
Training silence to author decline
Inclined to cherry picking
We were one in two
Warming the bed in wrinkled tales
Yet the canvas remained blank of the deed.
#vss365
Yet #guessing was the order of day
Training silence to author decline
Inclined to cherry picking
We were one in two
Warming the bed in wrinkled tales
Yet the canvas remained blank of the deed.
#vss365
Upon the #vespers stands
We took #turns
To #measure up baselines
Drumming our soul in a symphony
Lost in Savannah woods
& moon's melodies.
Drowning at every red dose
We preached a howl
As our souls got entangled
Patching emotions in notions
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/moonli…#vss36565
We took #turns
To #measure up baselines
Drumming our soul in a symphony
Lost in Savannah woods
& moon's melodies.
Drowning at every red dose
We preached a howl
As our souls got entangled
Patching emotions in notions
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/moonli…#vss36565
https://daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/moonli…
January 8, 2025 at 5:51 AM
Upon the #vespers stands
We took #turns
To #measure up baselines
Drumming our soul in a symphony
Lost in Savannah woods
& moon's melodies.
Drowning at every red dose
We preached a howl
As our souls got entangled
Patching emotions in notions
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/moonli…#vss36565
We took #turns
To #measure up baselines
Drumming our soul in a symphony
Lost in Savannah woods
& moon's melodies.
Drowning at every red dose
We preached a howl
As our souls got entangled
Patching emotions in notions
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/moonli…#vss36565
https://daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/moonli…
January 8, 2025 at 5:02 AM
Upon the #vespers stands
We took #turns
To #measure up baselines
Drumming our soul in a symphony
Lost in Savannah woods
& moon's melodies.
Drowning at every red dose
We preached a howl
As our souls got entangled
Patching emotions in notions
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/moonli…#vss36565
We took #turns
To #measure up baselines
Drumming our soul in a symphony
Lost in Savannah woods
& moon's melodies.
Drowning at every red dose
We preached a howl
As our souls got entangled
Patching emotions in notions
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/moonli…#vss36565
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January 7, 2025 at 9:38 AM
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I am the I am
This poet writes
Installation strands
A #question that incites
I am the spark
Friction ignites
Illuminating wings of my heart
Blazing darkness’s hallowed light
I am the scribe
Entices insight
Winged words rise
Flooding imagination’s spotlight
#BraveWrite #vss365
This poet writes
Installation strands
A #question that incites
I am the spark
Friction ignites
Illuminating wings of my heart
Blazing darkness’s hallowed light
I am the scribe
Entices insight
Winged words rise
Flooding imagination’s spotlight
#BraveWrite #vss365
January 5, 2025 at 4:56 AM
I am the I am
This poet writes
Installation strands
A #question that incites
I am the spark
Friction ignites
Illuminating wings of my heart
Blazing darkness’s hallowed light
I am the scribe
Entices insight
Winged words rise
Flooding imagination’s spotlight
#BraveWrite #vss365
This poet writes
Installation strands
A #question that incites
I am the spark
Friction ignites
Illuminating wings of my heart
Blazing darkness’s hallowed light
I am the scribe
Entices insight
Winged words rise
Flooding imagination’s spotlight
#BraveWrite #vss365
Nesting wars, we dialed our clocks
Watching seconds morph to hours
While days crawled backwards to the beginning.
Held instant tales
Scripting answer to scribbled #questions
Rambling quantified ink sentences.
Clocks turning
Spooked of what have to be
Before choice.
#vss365
Watching seconds morph to hours
While days crawled backwards to the beginning.
Held instant tales
Scripting answer to scribbled #questions
Rambling quantified ink sentences.
Clocks turning
Spooked of what have to be
Before choice.
#vss365
January 5, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Nesting wars, we dialed our clocks
Watching seconds morph to hours
While days crawled backwards to the beginning.
Held instant tales
Scripting answer to scribbled #questions
Rambling quantified ink sentences.
Clocks turning
Spooked of what have to be
Before choice.
#vss365
Watching seconds morph to hours
While days crawled backwards to the beginning.
Held instant tales
Scripting answer to scribbled #questions
Rambling quantified ink sentences.
Clocks turning
Spooked of what have to be
Before choice.
#vss365
January 4, 2025 at 6:15 PM
In a game of words
Where #resolutions
Sound like a game of cards
We met at crossroads
Eyeing the past with envy.
Trumped upon
We watched what we thought was the sunset
Dancing at the hyper of moon edge
Urged just to step at the brink of time
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/beneat…#vss36565
Where #resolutions
Sound like a game of cards
We met at crossroads
Eyeing the past with envy.
Trumped upon
We watched what we thought was the sunset
Dancing at the hyper of moon edge
Urged just to step at the brink of time
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/beneat…#vss36565
https://daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/beneat…
January 2, 2025 at 2:28 AM
In a game of words
Where #resolutions
Sound like a game of cards
We met at crossroads
Eyeing the past with envy.
Trumped upon
We watched what we thought was the sunset
Dancing at the hyper of moon edge
Urged just to step at the brink of time
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/beneat…#vss36565
Where #resolutions
Sound like a game of cards
We met at crossroads
Eyeing the past with envy.
Trumped upon
We watched what we thought was the sunset
Dancing at the hyper of moon edge
Urged just to step at the brink of time
...
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2025/01/beneat…#vss36565
December 30, 2024 at 7:51 PM
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in a feather settlement,
we took turns to further our tale
flanking words with action
tearing clothes to catch a breath.
sipping further into the well
we scripted the night in screams
begging-pleading to curve the moon
forging schism schemes on heaven
pursuing haven.
#vss365
we took turns to further our tale
flanking words with action
tearing clothes to catch a breath.
sipping further into the well
we scripted the night in screams
begging-pleading to curve the moon
forging schism schemes on heaven
pursuing haven.
#vss365
December 28, 2024 at 4:20 PM
in a feather settlement,
we took turns to further our tale
flanking words with action
tearing clothes to catch a breath.
sipping further into the well
we scripted the night in screams
begging-pleading to curve the moon
forging schism schemes on heaven
pursuing haven.
#vss365
we took turns to further our tale
flanking words with action
tearing clothes to catch a breath.
sipping further into the well
we scripted the night in screams
begging-pleading to curve the moon
forging schism schemes on heaven
pursuing haven.
#vss365
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my soul’s #silhouette
is made whole by all your love
thank you for that gift
#HAPPYHOLIDAYS
As we close the door on 2024 &
get set to thrive in 2025~
I send my love to you, too,
Aspen🕊️
👇
youtu.be/mer6X7nOY_o?si…
☃�#BraveWritet#vss3656#haikuk#senyrur#micropoetryr#poetryr#BlueSkyPoetryr#poemem & All
December 19, 2024 at 11:16 AM
my soul’s #silhouette
is made whole by all your love
thank you for that gift
#HAPPYHOLIDAYS
As we close the door on 2024 &
get set to thrive in 2025~
I send my love to you, too,
Aspen🕊️
👇
youtu.be/mer6X7nOY_o?si…
☃�#BraveWritet#vss3656#haikuk#senyrur#micropoetryr#poetryr#BlueSkyPoetryr#poemem & All
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She saw dance fill his body to his fingertips.
It wasn't a moment of technique -
of creating the perfect lines or silhouette.
He didn't seem aware of his body at all -
having gone to another place
with his partner, and the clave.
Nothing more and no one else.
Maybe this was how he spoke.
#vss365
It wasn't a moment of technique -
of creating the perfect lines or silhouette.
He didn't seem aware of his body at all -
having gone to another place
with his partner, and the clave.
Nothing more and no one else.
Maybe this was how he spoke.
#vss365
December 19, 2024 at 11:28 AM
She saw dance fill his body to his fingertips.
It wasn't a moment of technique -
of creating the perfect lines or silhouette.
He didn't seem aware of his body at all -
having gone to another place
with his partner, and the clave.
Nothing more and no one else.
Maybe this was how he spoke.
#vss365
It wasn't a moment of technique -
of creating the perfect lines or silhouette.
He didn't seem aware of his body at all -
having gone to another place
with his partner, and the clave.
Nothing more and no one else.
Maybe this was how he spoke.
#vss365
well, wait by the well
let's peddle a wish
streamed by the moon
in a mirror of time
your silhouette
enticing the ground
swallowing skies.
dare into living
while the sun beg a taste
abondoned on clouds
heart racing forever
knee-d wanting seconds.
"can be mine!"
#vss365
let's peddle a wish
streamed by the moon
in a mirror of time
your silhouette
enticing the ground
swallowing skies.
dare into living
while the sun beg a taste
abondoned on clouds
heart racing forever
knee-d wanting seconds.
"can be mine!"
#vss365
...Just that it's you
Who make me see the moon as a canvas
Ready to be devoured,
By the chisel of my imagination.
#Dramatically tracing your silhouette
While dipping my fingers in paint
To highlight all I love about you...
#vss365
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2024/12/hold...
Who make me see the moon as a canvas
Ready to be devoured,
By the chisel of my imagination.
#Dramatically tracing your silhouette
While dipping my fingers in paint
To highlight all I love about you...
#vss365
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2024/12/hold...
December 19, 2024 at 9:59 AM
well, wait by the well
let's peddle a wish
streamed by the moon
in a mirror of time
your silhouette
enticing the ground
swallowing skies.
dare into living
while the sun beg a taste
abondoned on clouds
heart racing forever
knee-d wanting seconds.
"can be mine!"
#vss365
let's peddle a wish
streamed by the moon
in a mirror of time
your silhouette
enticing the ground
swallowing skies.
dare into living
while the sun beg a taste
abondoned on clouds
heart racing forever
knee-d wanting seconds.
"can be mine!"
#vss365
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Big #drama
Cuz a vampire
Chose me for
A bloody meal
But they about
To find out
Old Van Helsing
Is for real
I load
My trusty crossbow
With some garlic-tipped
Wood bolts
Then lounge
Here on my day bed
Dabbing blood wine
On my throat
It’s gonna be
A bloodbath—
Just not one
The vampire hoped
#vss365
Cuz a vampire
Chose me for
A bloody meal
But they about
To find out
Old Van Helsing
Is for real
I load
My trusty crossbow
With some garlic-tipped
Wood bolts
Then lounge
Here on my day bed
Dabbing blood wine
On my throat
It’s gonna be
A bloodbath—
Just not one
The vampire hoped
#vss365
December 18, 2024 at 11:34 AM
...Just that it's you
Who make me see the moon as a canvas
Ready to be devoured,
By the chisel of my imagination.
#Dramatically tracing your silhouette
While dipping my fingers in paint
To highlight all I love about you...
#vss365
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2024/12/hold...
Who make me see the moon as a canvas
Ready to be devoured,
By the chisel of my imagination.
#Dramatically tracing your silhouette
While dipping my fingers in paint
To highlight all I love about you...
#vss365
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2024/12/hold...
December 18, 2024 at 8:11 AM
...Just that it's you
Who make me see the moon as a canvas
Ready to be devoured,
By the chisel of my imagination.
#Dramatically tracing your silhouette
While dipping my fingers in paint
To highlight all I love about you...
#vss365
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2024/12/hold...
Who make me see the moon as a canvas
Ready to be devoured,
By the chisel of my imagination.
#Dramatically tracing your silhouette
While dipping my fingers in paint
To highlight all I love about you...
#vss365
daverbalpainter.blogspot.com/2024/12/hold...