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Falling

One yellowing, heart-shaped leaf cannot hold on to the aspen any longer. Green protruding veins still reminisce about Summer. A decorous...

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Falling One yellowing, heart-shaped leaf cannot hold on to the aspen any longer. Green protruding veins still reminisce about Summer. A decorous deception. Nobody can vanquish death. I observe the aspen heart dance through the air past a few last sunflowers that are reflecting golden hues. Then, it veers towards rugose hydrangea. Perhaps it admires how beautifully they are ageing. It does not make a difference, I think, as a sequel to memories unravels feelings I hoped had long gone. Now they are towering over me like monuments of shame and regret. I know they are not mine. It was just convenient to park them in my nervous system. That one, that feels too much and bothersome to others. It seems people can never make up their minds. Your rasping breath mixes with the aspen's susurration. The effects of the cough syrup must be wearing off. I shake the empty bottle and set it aside. The dancing heart of gold sails on as I walk into the kitchen to fetch our steak knife. One clean cut takes care of it. The aspen heart lands the instant the first drop of blood hits the floor. © Stefanie Neumann - @Kokopellibfree
October 8, 2026 at 1:43 PM
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Needing demons to
Vanquish, to fight through anguish,
Developing worth.
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October 8, 2026 at 6:06 AM
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she is #smitten
by his suave grace
his bright smile
his sonorous voice
he moves with
the grace of a dancer
the talk of the town
she is just grateful
to hang onto his arm

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October 7, 2026 at 6:51 PM
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Functions fail
In a flash
Knees buckle
Eyes lock
Vibrations follow her voice
Down every nerve
Smitten
Bite your tongue
To hold in incoherence
Bite your tongue
Literally
Joints are jelly
Deep feelings melt & flow
Come to me
I smile
Join me there
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October 8, 2026 at 3:11 AM
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Pagan Dreams

The empty chair stands like an island amidst the busy fair. Warm lights illuminate the velvety darkness - as if to ward it off. Brown and golden leaves rustle under...

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Pagan Dreams The empty chair stands like an island amidst the busy fair. Warm lights illuminate the velvety darkness - as if to ward it off. Brown and golden leaves rustle under people's steps. The aroma of coffee percolating next to an open fire with roasted chestnuts is filling the air. A display of roses is bleeding colours onto concrete. I'm walking in the shadows, watching stertorous corpses ridicule the old rites, pretending to be alive. Somewhere, a man is paying an encomium to the pittance rewarding those who keep this farce running. I'm almost smitten by his stance. I rid myself of idle thoughts as I see a silhouette dance towards the spare seat. Your reminiscence is still strong. I gasp, then hold my breath in awe. With my exhale, tension's dam breaks. The tempest is not vindictive. Yet, I'm not grieving the life eradicated from this town. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
October 7, 2026 at 2:13 PM
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Smitten once bitten,
Addicted to your nibbles,
A cuddle junkie.
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October 7, 2026 at 6:52 AM
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We don’t talk about it
Where it started…
Likely no one knows
I just sit & smile
And slowly watch it grow
We don’t talk about it
But I knows it’s feel
How it changed
Across the years
Deeper, longer
One now of many
We don’t talk about it
That first wrinkle
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October 7, 2026 at 2:30 AM
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Soft pages turned
Slowly, with gentle fingers
Wary of brittle fibers breaking
Faded ink settled into
Yellowing pages
Calls from the past
Stretch out to be remembered
Run your fingers
Over rippled letters
Warped by passing time
Still clinging to meaning
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October 7, 2026 at 2:01 AM
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Their presence shrouds me softly;
when im weary from the day.
Parade of silvers sweep my soul
shaking sorrow
strikes of light patterns, sail by
my nose wrinkles as I smile
troubles melting away.

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#Emoetry #weary

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October 6, 2026 at 10:08 PM
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Wrinkles are badges of age
at least that is what
the elders claim
The years take their toll
and the reminder there
every time you look
into the mirror
grow old gracefully
they all tell you
while they try
to stay young
as long as they can

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October 6, 2026 at 5:19 PM
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Mummification

Valour had set sail by the time silver moonlight poured through the window. This spineless sycophant did not even say goodbye.

"Poltroon!"

- He thought, quailing, weary of desire's...

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Mummification Valour had set sail by the time silver moonlight poured through the window. This spineless sycophant did not even say goodbye. "Poltroon!" - He thought, quailing, weary of desire's dreams. Trying to stay awake, he still hoped this grail would pass, tonight. Until he grew weary of hope. Then he grew weary of being awake, too. The moment he had fallen asleep, Lily rode into the room on a silver ray. She smiled at the sight of this perfectly imperfect human. Tonight, she did not come to snack. Tonight, she would come to feast. Her lips made the gentlest contact with his. Docile, his tongue answered to hers, longingly. Her kiss deepened softly until she got a hard response. Then she rode him. Long. Passionately. Come again? Of course. Harder, each time. He earned every wrinkle... Branches brushed lightly against the window at dawn. Right before the sunrise's gold poured into the room. It is rarely spoken of, but the morning does have a sense for elegant morbidity. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
October 6, 2026 at 11:23 AM
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Dimples to die for,
Merry laughter line wrinkles,
Reassuring smile.
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October 6, 2026 at 6:18 AM
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Grounded,
my feet a stone burden
melting minds

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#PenStricken #melt
October 5, 2026 at 10:33 PM
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A yellowing button, just the one; each hole was once stitched to his favourite jacket. Which remained in the back of the old oak wardrobe, safe like an old tatty boat in the harbour.

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#Penstricken #button
October 5, 2026 at 9:10 PM
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F-14s cut through the storm.

#7SyllableSquad #storm
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October 5, 2026 at 9:33 PM
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#yellowing paper
esoteric manuscript
with fading symbols
penned long ago in secret
now it is rediscovered

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October 5, 2026 at 3:46 PM
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Sweet face & furry tail
Quick, elegant moves along the rail
Up & further up the tree
In yellowing forest as if 2 flee
Roaring hurricanes the woods await
Roaming - acorns & nuts R the bait
Every treasure will not be found
Leftovers may grow from this ground

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Sweet face and furry tail Quick, elegant moves along the rail Up and further up the tree In yellowing forest as if to flee Roaring hurricanes the woods await Roaming - acorns and nuts are the bait Every treasure will not be found Leftovers may grow from this ground © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
October 5, 2026 at 10:28 AM
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These yellowing days,
Social safety net decayed,
Madness on display.
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October 5, 2026 at 6:19 AM
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Travel the roadway
Burning up miles
Falling deeper into forest
See colors grow richer
Mile after mile
Inside roots growing
Spreading out with my smile
Getting grounded in the best way
So worth my while
Thinking back over centuries
Coursing time in my veins
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October 4, 2026 at 9:23 PM
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Hope you are #grounded
for the lightning outside
rages with bright sparks
the thunder booms
the leaves rustle
the thunderstorm comes
with its full force
in the dead of night

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October 4, 2026 at 8:59 PM
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Under The Same Sky

A silver moon prepares a black canvas for the canopy of day, as memories surface of a life that once was mine. We were birds of a...

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Under The Same Sky A silver moon prepares a black canvas for the canopy of day, as memories surface of a life that once was mine. We were birds of a feather, then, congruous our rhythm, and our hearts a harbour for our love. A golden dawn reveals what I already know: Everything that once grounded me is gone. A sunrise, fiery red, reflects the torment of my love's mind, that, one day, he could take no more. When he changed for good, we became foreign birds. A pink blush in the clouds remembers love. But I don't know anymore the troglodytic things he keeps in his malefic scullery. We used to write our story in tandem. Now I write. He erases. The blue morning sky finds me mourning for the doors that will stay closed forever. So much to explore that will never be. And soon, those doors will have vanished, too. This is not autonomy. It is madness' reign. Me? I'm wilting by the window like a forlorn houseplant. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
October 4, 2026 at 10:55 AM
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Running your face through my thoughts
Remembering every smile
Fashioned on your face
Those fanciful eyes painting my outline
Lips flushing full
Flavorful and lush
Do you recall the afternoon sunshine
Warm me again
Like Saturdays spent
Chasing the wind
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October 4, 2026 at 6:28 AM
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Step lightly through silence
Avoiding the lonely words
Escaping censure
To be heard
Each step is tricky
We worry what will unfold
If certain words are said
Ears attune to peculiar sounds
Some innocent at face value
Our sanity slides through gaps
Step true
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October 4, 2026 at 6:23 AM
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Nothing parts the morning fog
Thick concealment
Of the world
Best laid plans
Opaque
Beyond the measure seen
Moving slowly
Eyes roving round
Afraid of the unknown
Until stillness prevails
Then calm bargains
For attention
Willingly given
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October 4, 2026 at 6:23 AM