When She (I)

When She Smiles-----------------------------------------------------------------

Smiling she’s found out
To be the best way
To get on with life
Smiles always welcome people
No matter they are
Disturbed or full of pride
When she smiles
She’s smiled back
Cause the spirit within
Is rejoicing
Second after second
Since she smiles more often
She’s found better friends
She argues less
People see her soul
Through her
Smiling eyes and
That she knows
They like it so
Apparently nothing much
Yet more than enough...

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©Dulce

Wood Night (55)

On a 31^st evening

Of a 10^th month

The two brothers

Joyfully playing

Walking and for

Mystery exploring…

Have found darkness

Innocent will

All of a sudden

Here arrives the mist…

Come across

The opening mouth

Of a huge tree trunk …

Their yell is heard

All over the place.

Shame, they’ve never

Been seen again.

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© Dulce

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Where It Gets

This fake self love

In dry tears

Echoes of what remains

Just the never ending fears

If somehow I could get near

To my drowning waves

With this second beer

As the moon changes to pink

I long for a desert of charades

About to sink

In a time

When I ached

For my lack of restraint

Creeping in search

Of a strength

In no one’s domain, how vain

Harassing my own mirage

No irruption or holiness

Instead a lack

Of self control

Becoming stronger

In my wish

To be here

A bit longer

I miss most of the upshot

Itinerant abyss

Jealous acceptance

Frivolous fullness

Random advance

Satirical existence.

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© Dulce

Just Because

Because your voice
I need to hear
because your voice
sounds
like that violin
I never dare play
because your voice
brings
fresh breeze
and greetings
to my soul
because
I was born
to listen to it
because you fill me up
with your whispering
in both my ears
because your voice
is brought with words
of serene sweetness
whose no other voice
because I need to
hear your voice
to feel alive.
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© Dulce

To my friend Steve E., the sweetest of peeps, and for sure a great violinist.

Our Paradox

The cloud is a dragoon

Yet, the moon keeps

Its shape of the night

Flitting dragonfly

I look at you

While I don’t see you

I think of you

And for sure you too

Ephemeral, yet gettable

Substantial, yet subliminal

Inconceivable, yet viable

Opposed, yet overdosed

Cannot be recognised

Yet, it’s there eternally

Impossible to swim in

Yet, worth drowning in

Might be the first time

Hopefully not the last

Might come flying

Surely I’ll have a go

Orgasmic, yet sexless

This sensation of power

Weakness and flow

Reminds me of none.

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© Dulce

A Retreat Of The Self

There is a time
In one’s life
When you need
To retire
From lies and shows
No need to hide
Or display
Or exhibit

It’s not depression
Or oppression
Nor desperation
-Thank God
Just a call
To retire
From fights and glows

No need to ride
On the impossible horse
Or care about the worst
There is a time
In one’s life
For everything.

This is my time
To slip away
Let myself go
To this inner pleasure
No pressure
No measure
Where it's me
For me.
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© Dulce

You Fool

You got a wrong idea of me

You misunderstood everything

You got me in low esteem

And didn’t dare know me

You fool

Got a wrong idea of us

And did not allow a chance

How could you say you were right?

You got everything, but no glance

I got a fake idea of you

I misunderstood every single clue

What an imbecile

I had you in so high esteem

Of a man you only had

That small piece…

I made a fool of myself

And you made

The greatest mistake

No, I did!

And the dream

Of you and me comes back again

Only because I’m sleeping

Why the hell do I still

Write about this?

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© Dulce

*Our Farewell* Image by Deviantart

Fair Farm Feast (# 101)

In Farmland Hill
Peggy moos amused
Jackcok crows off time
And Henry neighs
As he swishes his tail
To drive the flies away

It’s Farmland party time
Sheepy sheep number one
Is getting ready for her
Bleating show
And bossy Uncle Duck
Quacks madly all around
The place
Leaving a few feathers
In his way
Today he’ll be meeting
Pretty Quackie
Coming from Farmhood

The kittens mew disturbed
By such rackety noise
And move to where the hens
Whom don’t like their lack of smell
Due to this
Squeaky the mouse
Has missed
His breakfast today

In Farmland Hill
Everyone has let their hair down
They are off their usual peace
Never before Saturdays like this
Had here been seen
Farmer Joe is dumb with awe
While his daughter Eunice
For some discretion out calls.

[NOTE: When all this happened
George Orwell hadn’t yet been born.]
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© Dulce
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Morning Lesson (55) ( +100th post)

'Mum, I heard that bird
Singing as we woke up
This morning.'

'Yes, it always does.'

'So why don't we
Ever listen to it?'

'Why should we?'

'I feel it's trying
To say something.'

'Perhaps…
That there's always
A good reason to get up?

One of them,
And most important, sweetie,
We have each other.'
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© Dulce

Image by Devianart- as usual

Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-Man ( Mr Knowitall)> The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.

STAR

Shine up

Little star
Will you?
Do not faint
Or surrender
Shine bright
Among billions
All alone
There you are
Only you
I get to heed
Like my sight
A pendulum
Comes and goes
Up and down
Left to right
To the extreme
Where you
Keep up
Shining bright.
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© Dulce

THIS KEY

I’ve found the key

After years on end

Searching for it

I lighted upon the clue

After lots of struggle

And scrutiny

Self looking in

Reaching peaks

Lost in the middle

Of humid wooden hills

I found the answer

To my inquiries

I felt the nuance

The placid relief

The end of incongruous

Grieves and deeds

Got rid of fake ghosts

Found the device

Which frees me

From them all

Got the peace

Which came

After years on end

Working out

To get to accept

And know myself

Feels great to touch

And hold this key

That opens

All the doors

Which lead to me.

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© Dulce

Image> Rebirth by Deviantart

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Well, my dear Thom has awarded me together with a huge number of people...today again. THANKS A LOT THOM. This is sooooo beautiful!

Lots of conditions to get the award, though!

But I'm going to accept it anyway, and I am passing it to everyone who has come, is coming or will come by here TODAY, Wednesday 21st. It's my way to say THANKS Congrats to all of you!!!

THIS KID

Lucky me, Sweet,

Among all the angels,

You are the only one

I get to see, feel, greet.

The more I love you

The more I want to love you

A bit more even.

The more I see you

The more I need to adore you

Much more even.

The more I live the more

I need you by my side

And I fear byes more even.

This devotion hurts deeply

So intense, so immense

Gives me life

And that light

Impossible to put out

Thank and because of you.

Praising fun

A deep echo

Calling back

To grasp this now.

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© Dulce

Today Thom of

Thoms Place 4 Well Whatever...

gave me this beautiful award >"Honesty Award" ; you can see it at my sidebar. Well, that's a pleasure and an honor to me. Honesty is kind of a strong word... I could be dishonest, and how would you know?
Right, it 's true I am an honest person... now that I come to think about it! :)
Thanks from the deepest of my heart Thom. Honestly I feel proud for this.

…And Life Told Death

When there’s no answer
The balance is loose
Every day
Those ones
Passing away.

Getting used to hearing
So-and –so
Last Monday
Finished his show.

Becomes fated
Ineluctable
But when that one
Of you
Is the One
Never does it
Heal away.

And the big monument
The hard stone
Nobody
No wind
No rain
Can pollute
At all,
At least the least.

Might seem the pain
Goes away
To a certain admittance
A certain acceptance
Well…must say, no,
It does not.
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© Dulce

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FOR THE SAKE OF IT

So true it is to me

The more I write

The more I grow.

Maturing and enduring

Such it is to me

The Moon, the Sea

And grasshoppers

Eternally there to rejoice

From these eyes

This soul

Them contemplating

Gaining words

To depict

My feelings

And others

And the experience

Of being so.

A spirit dancing

To the sound of those words

In my head

In my heart

My state.

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© Dulce

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Award

Today Saturday I'd like to give this award to the following friends:

Dr John, for his wise writing and because he has always been great to me.
Liam, for his amazing stories and good intentions.
Thom, for his beauuuutiful and original blog.
Larry G, because he is such a great love poet.
Rick, for his moving, lovely blog and powerful poems.
Steve, because Steve is Steve and there is no one like him.

Now you can keep it by your sidebar, leave it somewhere in your heart or in a small or big case. It's a pleasure for me to give you this. Congratulations to you all, men.
(Dulce)

A Piece Of Real Love

There is
Not other word

To describe love
Than love itself.
When while I give
I get back
You welcome
Then set free and depart
To have your goes
Knowing for sure
You' ll be once more
At my side
If only to stop your starve
That's real love
Now this I know
The rest
Shitty
Churlish
Feeble
Deficient
Hasty insolence.
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(C) Dulce

Just Make Me Laugh (55)

Once Ms Nobody

And Mr Somebody

Went out

On a blind date.

He told her all

About his magnificent

Experiences,

Trips, acquaintances, affairs…

In awe she listened…

Once near bed

She said,

‘I’ve got nothing to give.’

‘But why?’

‘Might be your full life,

your carelessness, your

lack of sense of humour

What I dislike?’

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© Dulce

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Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-Man ( Mr Knowitall)> The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.