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3/30 Womb Fire and Blue Agave For: Jo My ninth child Was conceived While her father was filled With a spirit... ...Tequila... I hear it's good for bones ...Check I hear it helps with sleep ...Check I hear it numbs pain ...Check I hear it helps digestion ....Check His bone sturdy enough Through the slumber of intoxication To numb years of pain between us Just long enough for him to digest That he wasn't in a monogamous situation He was kind Loving Like the spirit in that bottle Was familiar to me Sprinkling sweet sweet pixie dust Across my womb Like confectioners sugar Over beignets It would be a slow rise This little fluffy fritter We were baking As neither of us Knew I was ovulating Neither of us knew The holy land had entered my womb She entered me Like Yusef entered Mary In secret And Jo is short for Joseph Because I will always see the God in her One day She'll tell the story Of how the spirit Entered her mother How she was conceived By something other than the father I knew as my husband How he was kind And loving One day We will dance in circles Freeing all the djinni From tequila bottles Allowing them to grant us wishes As sweet as the daughter I conceived Like her mother Born under the sign of the twins Half human and half divine Barefoot on polished floors We will celebrate our mythology Like the fire of our fathers Is more gift Than curse More whelp Than lion Like blue agave is the water That keeps us from becoming infernos My ninth child Just like her mother Was conceived While her father was filled With a spirit So familiar Yet still so strange ...That loved her mother Enough to give her another daughter A love child Of origins unknown "-i-" #babyjojo #poetry #momlife #natpowritemo #writerswrite #ninthchild #babyjoey #poems #thistoddlerslife #thismomslife #nationalpoetrymonth #aprilshowers #mayflowers

I n complete. . . Part 1/3 . Sometimes we can’t go back.. No matter how much we try.. The question is how can we move on? Remembering what once was buried deep inside the heart.. The flashbacks comes and hits me like a dart... I feel the void... Its all empty now... The emptiness marks the void that cannot be filled.. The incomplete letters and the ink that’s spilled.. The unsent msgs and the erased notes... Why do I relate to the painful quotes? I remember... Our long stares and your entangled look, And now only remains that dried rose between my book... It’s s asking me again and again! Doing all this what did you gain..? If you did not want to stay at all.. Then at the first place why did you fall? Why did you fall for me? 25.03.2020 | 02:02 The day i last talked 💫 . #xiieel_writes #xiieelwrites #writersofinstagram #writersociety #writersnetwork #mirakeewriters #mirakeewriters #poem #poemsofinstagram #poemoftheday #poemsdaily #poemsporn #poemindia #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #rawwritings #writer #poems #poet #insane_poets #quotes #quoteoftheday #inspirationalquotes #amazing_writers #writersofinstagram #archi_lite #writerstag #writers_den_ #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofindia #poetsandwriters

What’s on your quarantine reading list?

In honor of #NationalPoetryMonth, I have to share one of my very own poems that I’m so proud of 💕 Now this is what you call #QuarantineLove before we were even going through all of this! #Poems

day 3 of @letsescapril: 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠?🐚 #escapril #escapril2020 #escaprilday3

I n complete. . . Part 2/3 . Sometimes we can’t go back.. No matter how much we try.. The question is how can we move on? Remembering what once was buried deep inside the heart.. The flashbacks comes and hits me like a dart... I feel the void... Its all empty now... The emptiness marks the void that cannot be filled.. The incomplete letters and the ink that’s spilled.. The unsent msgs and the erased notes... Why do I relate to the painful quotes? I remember... Our long stares and your entangled look, And now only remains that dried rose between my book... It’s s asking me again and again! Doing all this what did you gain..? If you did not want to stay at all.. Then at the first place why did you fall? Why did you fall for me? 25.03.2020 | 02:02 The day i last talked 💫 . #xiieel_writes #xiieelwrites #writersofinstagram #writersociety #writersnetwork #mirakeewriters #mirakeewriters #poem #poemsofinstagram #poemoftheday #poemsdaily #poemsporn #poemindia #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #rawwritings #writer #poems #poet #insane_poets #quotes #quoteoftheday #inspirationalquotes #amazing_writers #writersofinstagram #archi_lite #writerstag #writers_den_ #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofindia #poetsandwriters

Please go check out my latest poetry video for my humorous poem “Saying No To Doordash” https://youtu.be/90-wxbp587I #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poem #poemsofinstagram #youtube #subscribe #followers #food #foodstagram #doordash

#poem 1681 - we played for hours

Bulls and boys

"TEN TEN" is one of ruth weiss's most notable poems about her first arrival in San Francisco, 1952. She lived on 1010 Montogermy Street for 10 dollars a month and had a rooftop shower. In this video, is an excerpt from that poem and a sneak preview of one of our animations from the documentary ruth weiss, the beat goddess. You can find this full poem in ruth weiss's book Can't Stop the Beat.

We lost an icon in the great Bill Withers. If you don’t think you know his music, you know his music. This is just a quick piece I jotted when I found out about his passing. RIP Mr. Withers #billwithers #nationalpoetrymonth #poetrymonth #poetsofinstagram

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆? 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚?

Катарос - чистая вода, Да, это я, скрывать не буду... Вы все увидели меня, Мой хрупкий мир, это не чудо. Творение, кара или дар? Я много раз себя спросила: Зачем ты так меня назвал? Дав имя Катерина? Хрустальный звон всех моих слёз Наполнить чаши океана, Но лишь внутри живет огонь Непобедимый вами. Молю о пустоте внутри, Чтоб быть как все - невольной, Чтоб чувства не мешали жить, Если мы все подобны. Мой принцип высше всех наград, Устала повторяться - Не разобьюсь Об камни тех, кто проверяет жажду! Моя Стихия - это волны, Источник жизненной любви. Плыву течением воли, А не привязанной души... . #inspiration #моистихи #poems #проза #seaview #inthesea #ocean