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Claire Keane
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
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we're not kids anymore.

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Muscle Memory ~ Micro Poetry 💚
The trees remember
What it means
To try again
Bare hands
Reaching back
Toward the sun
The Poem that named the book...
My first poetry collection available now as an eBook on amazon.co.uk, amazon.com and kindle bookstore
Paperback out next week
Labyrinth eBook : Curson, Gary: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
Congratulations on your publication! 📚
Lust ~ Micro Poetry
I do not love you softly
I love you like hunger
Like something that waits in the dark
And learns your pulse by heart
Locked Out 🔒~ Poetry
You built your walls like I was war
Closed every window locked every door
I knocked with truth I called your name
But you stayed silent played silly games
I brought no lies no hidden keys
Just open hands and honesty
But you looked through me like I was doubt
Left me standing here just locked out
Your past still lingers so you've professed
You guard your pain close to your chest
But love don't live where fear resides
It fades away where truth collides
I would've fought I would've stayed
But love can't bloom where trust decayed
So keep your fortress keep your doubt
I won't beg for love that locks me out

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No Assembly Nessassary ~ Poetry
She don’t come in pieces
No screws no spare
No scattered parts tossed everywhere
No folded edges no missing frame
She built herself and guards her name
No instruction sheet to read her right
No guessing games she stands in light
She comes assembled
Walls and doors
No hidden entry no secret floors
She holds her worth in quiet grace
Not every man deserves that space
She got no random coochie to spare
No body bartered anywhere
No extra pieces to give away
Not giving self for full display
So if you knock then come correct
With truth with honor with deep respect
She stands complete no parts misplaced
No vacant space for your embrace
A whole damn world behind her eyes
No assembly nessassary
No compromise
Fantasy ~ Poetry
We strolled through nights of jasmine bloom
Where silver stars made extra room
Your touch was fire sweet and slow
My pulse the drummer in the show
We whispered vows in borrowed light
Two fugitives arrested in lonely nights
Our breath wove secrets in the air
In languages of skin and prayer
You swore the future loved our name
That fate would crown us without shame
And even time bowed down to see
How love rewrote our destiny
With every kiss the world turned kind
No heartbreak left for us to find
The gods grew jealous of our claim
Two souls that burned the very same
But morning broke a thief in white
And stole you from my waiting sight
No memory stayed no whispered plea
No trace of you remained with me
I reached for warmth that wasn’t there
My hands just held the empty air
The dream collapsed the curtain fell
The truth rang through like chapel bells
There was no you
No sacred vow
No cosmic thread to stitch us now
The love I swore was heaven sent
Was just my mind on sleeps consent
A fevered wish a staged romance
A ghost I kissed in midnights trance
Not heartbreak something worse
The story ended in reverse
For all that love and all that art
Existed only in my heart
And when I tried to make it real
The fabric tore the seams revealed
No lovers gaze
No promise true
Just fantasy
Imagining me loving you
~ Ryan
Gentle Reminder ~Poetry
The morning drifts in quietly
Like someone placing flowers
On the edge of my sleep
Nothing asks for hurry
Nothing needs to prove
Just breath just light
And the small reminder
That I am still here
And the world is still kind
In tiny ways
Upside-Down ~ Poetry
The incense curled in violet threads
To crown the night in ancient red
The temple bells rang through the night
To call the shadows into sight
The moon unveiled her hidden crown
And pulled the restless rivers down
My heartbeat hummed a hollow tune
While wolves barked softly to the moon
The night unstitched its silver gown
And draped it on the barren town
Nothing whispered no one frowned
In this place the upside down
I Am Not Broken ~ Poetry
I am not broken
I am rearranged
Life reached inside me
And shifted what remained
I learned that surviving
Is not staying the same
It’s carrying the damage
Without carrying the shame
Some things had to shatter
So truth could be seen
What looks like destruction
Was space in between
I am not broken
I am rearranged
Still standing in pieces
That learned how to change
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Fun Fact ~Did you know the art of mending broken pottery with gold is called kintsugi, and it originated in 15th-century Japan? They use gold to honor the break. The repair becomes a declaration that what has been damaged still holds value, function, and dignity.
Mended bowls serves as a powerful metaphor for resilience. They are not fixed to be forgotten, nor discarded for being flawed. They are rearranged, reshaped, and allowed to continue, carrying their history openly rather than hiding it. I really love this tradition.
Grannies china I broke when I was seven during a tea party with my friends could have been repaired using kintsugi. Instead of hiding the damage, the cracks would have been highlighted, turning the break into something more beautiful.
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Blood Oil 🩸 ~ Poetry
Oil rises like a dark tongue
From the belly of the land
Thick with centuries it never consented to give
The ground remembers the first wound
Thick as history
Dark as names we’re told to forget
It seeps into water and lungs
Into treaties signed under threat
Something slick fills the air
Truth thinned to a rainbow skin
Grief where language failed
Blood oil
It doesn’t burn it suffocates
Coats the mouth of the wound
How it teaches fire to hesitate
How it makes clean water forget itself
We tried to pray it away
Hands blackened palms open
Asking mercy from a sky that smelled like metal
Even the birds learned new shapes of falling
This oil remembers lies
Bodies turned to use
Silence sold as peace
Touch it and you shine
Mistaken for healed
Until it pulls you under
Beneath it all
Truth still holds its breath
Waiting to be stolen
Waiting to be named poison
Waiting to be named profit
Blood Oil ~
Into the Earth ~ Poetry By Jdubqca
In my mind I draw a square
in the very center of the garden
From there I dig into the earth
using the seasoned spade
usually reserved for plantings
The hole slowly turns into a cube
as three mounds resemble
Egyptian resting places
Further down the soil
becomes hard and cold
the clay malleable enough
to mold eternal companions
Satisfied the opening
is mathematically sound
I hold the spade at my side
sweat falling off my forehead
silently instructing the child
to bring forth her loved one
to the newly built altar
november two thousand eleven
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Chlorophyll 🍃💚🍃~ Poetry
We used to be green
Full of light
Turning every soft word
Into sugar for the soul
I photosynthesized your promises
Leaned toward your warmth
Stretched fragile leaves into the sun of you
Believing light was endless
But seasons shift without warning
The sky grew pale
The light grew thin
And slowly quietly
The green drained from within
Now I feel myself fading
Not dead
Just dim
Still breathing
But no longer blooming
I stand here stem trembling in a colder world
Trying to make life
From shadows
Trying to grow on what’s no longer there
What hurts most
Is not the dying
It’s remembering
How alive we were
When our leaves were green 🌿
Thanksgiving ~ Poetry
Thanksgiving brings a gentle peace
A moment where our thanks increase
For family close and friends we hold
For memories new and stories told
For food that warms for hearts that care
For love that waits us everywhere
Today we pause our spirits light
And feel our blessings shining bright
Thanksgiving comes with warmth and cheer
But not for every heart this year
Some chairs sit empty some rooms feel cold
Some stories hurt too much to be told
So if this season feels heavy and blue
Grief doesn't mean somethings wrong with you
Not every holiday brings relief
Some shine with thanks
And some shine through grief
Fallen ~ Poetry
Love comes softly
Like a London rain
Not a storm
But a steady whisper
Falling over cobblestones
And windowpanes
Soaking through
Before you’ve even noticed

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Demelza ~ Poetry
The head might not understand
But would your heart
It is to the heart which I now appeal
That part which
Dare I say it
Has been neglected
Can you allow me this
Shall we ground ourselves to each other
So that I may go into the darkness Knowing the day
I once tasted heaven
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Season 3 episode 8 ~ Demelza has an affair and he pleads for her heart with these words. He also has 8 months before he will be completely blind, living in darkness. This is such a good show!
How Did We Become This - Poetry
How did we become this Two shadows walking circles around half truths we’re scared to touch Hearts still beating but out of rhythm Like we forgot the song we used to purr in the dark How did we become this A pair of tired voices whispering through closed doors As if silence could hold us together As if distance was safer than the weight of what we feel How did we become this Hands that used to fit like promises Now trembling at the memory of warmth Afraid to reach afraid to let go How did we become this Love turned into reflections Dreams turned into dust And all the little pieces we dropped along the way Still calling our names How did we become this Maybe we weren’t paying attention Maybe we were too busy surviving Maybe we forgot that love needs tending Even when life is burning at the edges How did we become this Standing in the ruins of what once felt holy Trying to figure out If we can build again Or if this is where we finally learn To walk away
It happened suddenly A slow unravel we didn’t notice in the twists Tell me How did we become this