She Paradox…

Cyranny's Cove


Oh! The days

and the nights

spent fighting

this inner fight.

She Paradox,


poured into a box

of crystal so thin…

About to burst,

ready to blow…

slaying in a flash

any standing foe

foolish enough to

misjudge her force,

blinded by her deep

sorrow, of course!

But her fears fed

her fire, and her fire

dried her tears, and

the more she suffered

the higher held her shields!

She Paradox,


poured in a box

of crystal so thin…

Not sure yet if the

clock is ticking, or

if the hardening glass

will end up salvaging.

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[112] Tiny Blue Dot

Smoke words every day.

The duality of it all conflicts
when the astronaut walks on the ground
the oxygen in his tanks leaks to light him up
the bleak space up above fainter
he closes his eyes until it closes his mind

a stargaze up above lands itself on the ground
the astronaut twinkles to the ones far away
while he burns not by the force of gravity
but because of the air that keeps him alive

I am the astronaut
I gaze at you like you are the star
To become somewhat like you I burn
I become a spectacle in return
The one you admire from afar
but rarely have a close look
I became an odd turn of events
I became an astronaut
that didn’t die on the moon
or died because of the lack of blue
I think I died because of the loneliness of the earth
or maybe a…

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Tracks in the Snow

The Rooster Times

One night
one longer than usual
when the snows fell,
when the dogs howled
when the moon hid,
and you,

And what of you
my dearest, my love?
how I searched in vain
the tracks in the snow
leading away from me, leading
somewhere, someplace
where I was not,

When the snows fell
was my heart breaking
were the howls of the snow dogs
signaling something
something hidden, away away
something out of my reach
out of my sight?

One night
one longer than the others
when we held each other forsaking
all others
when the dogs sang
to the moon, to the stars
when the dogs sang
to our love,

How I searched for you
my dearest, my love
when the clouds rained down
like snow,
when the wolves howled
when their tracks disturbed yours
disturbed yours,

When we loved each other
when the sun shone
when the…

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Orion horizon


Touched the surface of a black hole,

Upon meeting the event horizon Orion glared back at me,

To remind me that if there ever was a place I belonged

I would have to free myself of this gravitational pull,

Let go of the self that falls within

And return to my journey

With equal and opposite force

As the emptiness that had brought me

To touch the surface of a black hole.

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Sofia Kioroglou

“The Free besieged” by Sofia Kioroglou

His intuizione musicale
totally new in the until then known art
with a language, a map of a terra incognito
of transcendental abstractions and idealistic notions

His ideal was unfettered Greece
the crisis still felt today
the Pandora’s box discovered
many a skeleton uncovers

I recognize you by the fierce edge of your sword
Liberty so sacred and so rare
in an era where ” ethnos” is emotively achromatic
Solomos ” The Free besieged” an urgent call for an exodus.

Α few words about Dionysios Solomos – * Dionysios Solomos, the Greek National poet born in Zakynthos Greece: Dionysios Solomos (1798-1857) was born on the island of Zakynthos. He is considered as the Greek national poet as town stanzas of his poem Hymn to Liberty has been declared as the national Anthem of Greece. Solomos is also credited as the first to create…

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Weekly Writing Prompt #109

Tessa Can Do It! Positivity is Catching!

Weekly Writing Challenge
Poetry and/or Flash Fiction
October 2nd 2017 | #109

DOOR Template Instructions=====================

(5) Words: | STRETCH | TREAT | WIN | SHORE | SCENE |

*A brilliant idea has been brought to my attention regarding the (5) word prompt. Please feel free to substitute any of the words with a synonym.

I prefer to write these as a Shadorma – (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)

Ocean By Tessa Smeigh October 2017

Stretch out long

Get close to the shore.

What a treat!

Did I win?

Taking in the scenery.

Breath taking, lovely.

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems posts to other blog and will be deleting this one).

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The Little Crumbs

Dream Desire Achieve


when I ponder its meaning,
it reminds me about
little things often overlooked,
little details sometimes missed,
little pieces behind the big picture…

In search of the glorious years
We lose sight of the little months,
Maximise the little days
And the months will flourish,
In search of the golden days
We overlook the little minutes…

little words of hope, little smiles,
little pats on the back, little prayers,
little acts of kindness and selfless love;
little things that may seem inconsequential,
but do make a difference when put together…


as we pursue the big picture
may we not forget,…
The Little Crumbs in life.

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Talking to myselves

La mémoire se Fane she whispered… and then whispered she

This life is not mine and you are not me

Perhaps just a fraction… perhaps just a start

A small tiny fraction of what makes the whole heart

She did not like she but she adored she

She wondered what time she stopped being “me”

When she laid forfeit to this life of her own?

To be Eleanor Rigby every time she left home?

Hiding behind this mask she called she…

When, she wondered… will I become “me”–



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Today’s Featured Blog…Peace of 8!!



Night panic, a cold white wake
brings things of magnitude that quake
and shake.
War, poverty, crime and deep, deep heartache.
Love could cure all that, yet
we won’t let.
Should I pay the cable bill or buy
eggs and bread and wine; and why
do we have so many pets
when we can’t afford the vet?
Will my kids get fat cancer from much too much
sun and Cheez-Its and sugar and such:
I should have enforced more veggies and s.p.f.
It wouldn’t have quelled or waned or weft
the art of living, and does the itchy spot on my shoulder
mean ugly death is coming instead of older
age from which one day I don’t wake.
I fake
pretending not to care how I love and leave this place:
I WANT to light the world with a flaming embrace
but the fire it scares
hot and bare

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You Put A Spell On Me

Dream Desire Achieve

You put a spell on me,
Like one in a trance,
Eyes burrow into my thoughts,
Words burn within,
Spellbound- unfathomable love!
In a daze I open my life,
In a jiffy You dethrone my old heart-
Waterworks, in buckets,
Droplets of joy, ruined mascara…
Lies and lustful manipulations,
All gone!
Good riddance! Bad rubbish!
Divine metamorphosis!
Absolute transformation!
A new heart! A new life!
Saved… Changed… I am!

Daily Prompt: Trance

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