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Phynne~Belle

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United States
I write who I am. Poet. Author of "Some Days, Here." www.tdgpoet.com|Instagram: phynne_belle
August 18, 2018
San Pablo, United States

To all the loves I have Glimpsed, cradled for a moment, held on fiercely to for a life (and then some)...to those I just let go,

    This is my love letter to you embedded deep in the sand and sinking even deeper. it leaves bits of itself behind, it stubbornly lingers. it also has no memory, no faith or courage to keep itself from being sifted through, querying through the seaweed and floating aimlessly into the wide, wide blue sea.

    I cannot anymore recall details blurred, foam and flotsam, that I willed or unknowingly bent into existence. The aching regrets, the ones left to fend for themselves, that rotted or thrived as these great passions do. Perhaps, i too, was a regret—secretive and je...

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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June 30, 2018
San Pablo, United States

What becomes of one’s resolve in the face of one’s greatest nemesis?

I am told, by every well-meaning body and tome in the world to ignore you, to not allow you sway over me—only I am able to wield the power, to let you creep in, and have an effect me.

This is the worst deception, giving this kind of reassurance when it is not a universal truth at all.

How do I fight this foe who wears my skin, who is wreathed in false smiles, and who speaks so sweetly of things I care not at all of in my own traitor voice?

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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June 14, 2018
 

Good evening, loved and lost and found once more!

Tonight is not a landmark, but an in-between point.

I am not drowning daily, but my heart is fissured and it is apparent enough for anyone there with a care to look—really see- and listen with kindness and empathy. You have been there. You have not felt my pain, but you have gone through your own hell, and we are connected in that.

Everyday I take in a dose of reality of what will never be for me again, what has been taken away. Yet, like the stowaway in Pandora’s Box, it has a faithful companion in an uneasy grace and hope that the future isn’t as colorless as I first predicted it would be. My love, your love, my grief and heartbreak, your...

RETRO LOVE
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April 8, 2018
Richmond, United States

Lovely Lettrists,

     Our lives have the ability to nourish and grow our aspirations, or take us away from the comfort and serenity of that which we love best. We persevere nonetheless, somehow, because our dreams are stubborn, so stubborn, and they will niggle at the edge of our existence until we stop to pay them the attention they are due.

     Our dreams do not ever die-- they can become beaten down or diluted beyond recognition, but we have to trust that even in their most ravished state, they are far stronger than the mundane forces that attempt daily to overpower them. They are more mighty in their weakened existence, than foes in the guise of duty or necessity. They frighten th...

ORIGINAL
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January 28, 2018
San Francisco, United States

THE HARMLESS SET

Number One

All my movements
I present to you in triplicate
for your sexiest germination
pleasure, because

we all
know you do
me better
than I ever could

Number Two

Bear down
as roughly as
you can muster

keratin on softer
tissue hardly counts
if you aren't
aiming

to make
old wounds
new

Number Three

You looked!
You did!

That hasn't
happened
in twelve years

ticking

Perhaps I
haven't gotten
gruffer

and you
aren't as green
as your
slouched stance
suggests

-phynneBelle

ORIGINAL
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January 25, 2018
San Pablo, United States

My gorgeous fellow Lettrists,

Thank you for all the LOVE in my absence!

I'm afraid I'm not completely back in full force, but I wanted you lovely folks to know that I haven't forgotten our sweet little haven of words here. Life just takes its toll and sometimes you find yourself spent at the end of a long week (not really wanting to do anything but take a long snooze!).

Hugs!
I love you all and I appreciate your support and kindness more than I can ever clumsily express!

**Shout out:

-Goddess-E
-Hector B.
-Sunil
-Rose tree
-āłmā
-Cashi
-Santosh

All my loveeeeesss,

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ROSES AND CUPS
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January 25, 2018
San Pablo, United States

Sick

Breaths in innocent
rhythm, one measured against
the length of the next, they
are not reassurance, no longer
indicative of life, but instead
my own failures looming large
before me in her deafening gasps
ringing ragged and untended
within my guilty ears.

Faith is this
wizened crust
in these hours
beyond cradling

love
and losing it.

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A NIGHTMARE
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January 14, 2018
San Pablo, United States

An Untitled Poem About Leaving Something Behind (On Purpose)

-A Freestyle Collaboration from Sweedle, Lady Skylark, and Phynne Bellecieux

I left something
I couldn't finish.
It cost me my peace of mind.
It caused my pain to rewind.
(Sweedle)

I am dwelling once again
in that moment, darkness
no more at bay.
You have rushed back.
You are remembrance
of my shame,
of this pain,  
of all this history
from which we were
never quite
extricated.
(Phynne)

Prying eyes and spiteful lies,
Looks that cut like glass.
Head held high,
But dying inside, I
stepped away from the past.
(Lady Skylark)

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ORIGINAL
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January 7, 2018
San Pablo, United States

seven-thousand is the number
of thickened fingernails
picking at the lip of
a scar, of a wound, healed
over
and over
  and over.

seven-thousand fingers
with a dozen vices each
embedding in skin and
permeating mucosa, you
begin to see and hear
all their confessions

unfold among your
  intentions where
   they ecstatically
      fester.

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HAVE FAITH
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January 2, 2018
San Pablo, United States

    "It's a new day," is what the stamp says to me, In a very decisive fashion. In a way that cannot be ignored.

    In fact, it IS a new day. It is a new year. And the often foreboding expectation of a new beginning.

    Unfortunately, for one reason or another (which shall not be disclosed at this precise moment, but rather at a perfect time, that in turn will reveal itself, in its perfect moment), no life-altering epiphany of new words and thoughts are willing to reveal themselves to me to herald this period of fresh starts and the necessity of rebirths.

    So here is a compromise of sorts that will lull me for the time being-- a reaffirmation that has called to me with urgency to rewrite it, wo...

A NEW DAY
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December 10, 2017
 


“Sssppp,”
this sound it
makes
against mellowed
amber slat
below my
innocence
stolen gait

I am
the only
noise
and peacock-
brilliant
movement
in cadence
with steam
building
in pots
in the kitchen

All this
time
the world
bustles
outside

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MONSTERS
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November 29, 2017
San Pablo, United States

...this sunshiney face is off to bed soon! :)

     Good night, lovely Lettrists! <3

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LEMUR
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November 28, 2017
San Pablo, United States

8:15 P.M.

    The retail holiday season has a pesky way of chipping away at one's cheer and goodwill (in my case, it doesn't help that in our household, we are barely even breaking even from moment to moment). I guess it doesn't help my situation either that I loathe being the individual in my circle who has to be giving--for the past two Christmases and counting--the "discount" gift, the gift that has lots of love behind it, lots of thought, but is still not the perfect gift. Or, worse yet, no gift at all (yes! I can't lie, thta's how this year is definitely looking). I think you can somewhat cleverly work within the boundary of a budget, but not at all within the confines of the lint and ding...

YOUR PRESENT
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November 21, 2017
San Pablo, United States

because of noonday sun
   spilling over the kitchen floor
   and silk-soft furred tails
   dipped in it

because of quiet stolen moments
   that can stretch infinitely
   Or last in a sleepy blink
   and become peace

because of breaths inhaled
and second chances given
and the clarity
to accept right now
to be present
to see the precarious
miracle
of it all
of this

this
--stop and see!

I am humbled and grateful
   

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PERSEVERA Y TRIUNFARAS
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November 14, 2017
San Pablo, United States

Dearest You,

    What is present in the air, and singing all around is inevitable, and this year it may even forecast the return of much craved peace and some measure of joy.

    Are you ready for it?

    I believe the moment you had began to shy from its arrival is the advent of your mistrust of its beauty and goodness. You became suspicious of its lustre, because something that bright could not possibly be good...or permanent. You were suffocated by your own misplaced feelings of unworthiness.

    But you are back now, however tentatively! Perhaps this time is for certain? We are hopeful. Maybe you can shuck off the resentment, cast off the doubts, and just be still, bathed in a light and a love...

CROWS ON MY WINDOW
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November 13, 2017
San Pablo, United States

  

My loveliest fellow Lettrists!

I have recently concocted a wild and wonderful plan of a #poettipjar for the poems, ideas, prompts and inspirations I have shared through here and in different platforms,  where I may also have the pleasure of additionally interacting with you. If we aren't already connected here they are:

Instagram: phynne_belle
Snapchat: phynnebelle
Facebook/Twitter: PhynneBelle

If you enjoy or are inspired by what you see or read, please show this artist love!

digitaltipjar.com/phynnebelle
Venmo: Tricia-DeJesus-Gutierrez

Much love, always.

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I LOVE WRITING DAY
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November 7, 2017
San Pablo, United States

Of thrilling encounters
and victories
and pairings
lifelong
or necessary

Of the quiet wait
in the nestled
downy middle

Of the spellbinding struggle
and the tidings
and the beginnings
perpetual
or fleeting

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SYMBOL OF FREEDOM
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October 28, 2017
San Pablo, United States


Semana Santa

Cotton-batting webs
sad mimics of imagined
decrepitude
put on a brave show
alongside plastic
skeletons
like cheap-version
Santo, but brought down
from the attic

or choir?

for a weary All-
Americana
Samhain

--no, not Easter.

   Or is it Eostre?
      ...or Ishtar?

Pay no mind.
The sentiment lost
is found there

   in

pristine, pressed white
blouse backed against the rafters
as we gaze in mute
fear and fascination
at a fragrant Nuestra Señora
de Soledad meditating upon
the wounds of Her anguished,
long-lashed Kristo.

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MAKE A DIFFERENCE DAY
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October 28, 2017
 

Good morning, World!

    The rest of the neighborhood sleeps in as I wake up early. On a Saturday morning no less! How funny is that? Okay, I exaggerate perhaps a bit--there were one or two souls on the sidewalks this morning, appearing to be straggling in after a (possible) long night of partying hard. Or other things. Who am I to judge? I am not. Really. Honestly, what I am actually doing is wondering. And concocting scenarios in my mind. Every solitary image has a little backstory.

    I am imagining the young girl sneaking in after having been out all night with friends. They actually drove all the way up to Reno and back--simply for a few hours of wandering around dinky casinos and drunken a...

OH NO!
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October 27, 2017
San Pablo, United States


Birdsong

I have never heard
the whip-poor-will
cry out his own name

...I have mentioned
that to you, perhaps, before..?

which can be construed
as a definite
good thing, in the scheme
of mostly good things

since it would not
be at ease in the company
of matters either
mired minutiae or suspended
second within second sidereal.

Though all three
levels can coincide si-

   -multaneously, magnetic
    in a juggle of whim in
    passing, from the mundane
    to the galactic in stick pens
    and peppered, gauzy sheaths
    to explosions seen through
    onion-paper eyelids,
    only barely understood.

      Volleyed back
         
         and forth

            -plink, plonk! plink...

TECH BURST
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October 23, 2017
San Pablo, United States

Our soul

alights

to secluded branches
heavy
with forgiveness

and still we cast
our sight ever
downward

murmuring
prayers in frantic
litany

seeking
the first absolving
thorn to impale us

Redemption

beckons

and we flinch
all terror

even now
we deny the light

ENDLESS STARS
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October 16, 2017
San Pablo, United States

  
Mere particles
   chemical
   vixen
   hair's breadth
      between
      my worship
      and loathing.

          All poisons
          undoubtly female.

#motivationmonday for SLThomasAuthor
-15 words or less

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LOVE IT
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October 16, 2017
Hercules, United States

Sorry

Your apology

   numbs me.

I believed
your illusions
once upon a time

   your flattery
   and slick-talk
   was emotion's
   Clever slight-
   of-hand.

Your tinsel now
frayed at the edges

  The curtain
  falls heavy
  on your
  weary act.

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ILLUSION OF DEPTH
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October 14, 2017
San Pablo, United States

Today the sky
Is bluier

(and made-up
Words are
-do-ier)

And my mood
Is groovier

...and I ran
Out of "ooey-ers"

So I'll end
This mad ditty
Here

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LET ME SEDUCE YOU
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October 12, 2017
San Pablo, United States

Connections

Brilliant utterances
attract a bevy
of eyes that
only see

Cleverly
Arranged
Instances

Life
Idealizing
Make-believe

All the while
the tinker
barely ruffles
the curtains

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ORIGINAL
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October 11, 2017
San Pablo, United States

HALLO MY LOVELY FELLOW LETTRISTS!

I'D LIKE TO START A LITTLE "EXPERIMENT" HERE AND SEE HOW MANY PENPALS RESPOND.

I'D LIKE TO PEN ITSY-BITSY POEMS TO ALL OF YOU AS PRIVATE LETTERS (if that should be something you wish).

IT WOULD BE A BETTER WAY FOR US TO GET TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER BETTER, DON'T YOU THINK? :)

HOW DO WE GO ABOUT THIS?

*YOU, OF COURSE, HAVE TO ALREADY BE A PENPAL OF MINE.

*POST THE WORD "MICROPOEM" HERE IN THE COMMENTS WITH A THEME OF YOUR CHOICE (FOR EXAMPLE, "LOVE.")

*CHECK YOUR INBOX FOR A LETTER FROM ME!

HUGS!

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POSITIVE THINKING DAY
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October 10, 2017
 

On Death's Waxen Throne

Dead quiet sidewalks,
a ponderous charcoal omen
like a choking hand
emerged from the skies

We huddle, encased
on all sides--windows
sealed and breath
both laborious
and bated

This scene
is too reminiscent
of chaos
of war torn
vistas

This scene
reeks
of beginnings
or endings

WORLD OF WOLFRAM
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October 6, 2017
San Pablo, United States


OH. YOU. (and other script rewrites)

Hello! Hello..?
Oh, whew--good
you did hear
or see me--
your presence
took me
by complete
surprise
and this is
not
the revenge
movie that
has been
scripted
and refined over
the years in
my head
because
in each
and every
one of those
various
incarnations
you had
a decaying
foot nicking
soil into
the six-foot
and I
was the Goddess
of Sex
and Vitality
heave-ho-ing you
along the way
making sure
the dirt is packed
even and tight.

I suppose
in any new
remakes you
and I would meet
somewhere amidst
disappointment
and decrepitude

     of course
     that is
     if you are
     not kicking back         
     at an all-
        you-can-eat buffet
...

KEEP ON WRITING
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October 4, 2017
 

I am writing right now. I was writing just a moment ago.

Even without pen to paper, and even in the absence of a laptop monitor reflecting back into my glasses as I tippety-type-type away, trust me, I am writing.

I am writing, because stories are everything and everywhere. They are wilting plants in a gloomy yard, they are the name tagged across a corrugated tin scrap. They are the couple, heads together, points of body touching, magnetized in each others direction (who you just almost loathe immedietely because you wish you inhabited one or the other body). They are overheard conversations and almost glances in your direction. They are the position of your dogs ears.

I am writing, ...

T-REX TUBULAR
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October 3, 2017
San Pablo, United States

2:07 PM

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SUNSHINE
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