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Why I miss you so badly
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I’m so tired of this empty feeling. I’m so tired of being alone. I lay here staring at the ceiling, Waiting by the phone. I wish and I dream That we’ll be together soon. I can’t wait until we can look up hand in hand At the stars and at the moon. I try not to weep. I hope he doesn’t hear my cries, But I can’t stop the tears Falling from my eyes. Every day Every hour Every moment I’m thinking of you through the miles and loving you. Nice!! |
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Foggy Day
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Foggy Day
The open curtains reveal the morning's gloomy cold filling with the room with a laziness that seems to have painted the mirror blue leaving my reflection to search for the sunlight's broken promise Staring at the lingering mist makes me want to drown in the comforts of my bed but alas with dread I gently move from the sea of blankets to the kitchen to brew enough warmth that an unmotivated Saturday morning requires Quiet fills the room as the rest of the household enjoys the riches of dreams and I awakened by duty to what will soon be the noise of children and a grumpy hungry spouse get one last vestige of inner peace as the coffee's aroma entwined with the foggy day prepares me for what comes next . . . life |
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An Abstract Evening
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An Abstract Evening
Quietly the unfinished story unfolds as the winds of time slowly yet rhythmically paint the sky abstract hues fused together by a coherent beauty of peaceful serenity Silence engulfs the world with noises that only the soul can feel as the stars welcomes the night with shimmering shadows that paint the abstract hues with dreams as colorful as the imagination The ocean waves goodbye as winds rest and tonight the story finally has its perfect ending |
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Define Us
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Define Us
As your hands undress my inhibitions fears devour my soul I want to reach for the darkness to wear its shadows to hide my imperfections I am not used to being revealed exposed by candlelight and gentleness I fight every urge to fight Yet there is something about now something about how you explore my innermost desires that burdens me beautifully as I let go and let you define us |
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Te manawa o te atua
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I want to write like you. I want the beauty found my words to be discovered by each person who reads my work. You are a phenomenal poet. You inspire. You teach. You offer exceptionalism. Your work is like a soul awaiting birth, where each word brings the anticipation of the next word until the hunger for true poetry is fulfilled. Thank you for inspiring me!!
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Te manawa o te atua
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I want to write like you. I want the beauty found my words to be discovered by each person who reads my work. You are a phenomenal poet. You inspire. You teach. You offer exceptionalism. Your work is like a soul awaiting birth, where each word brings the anticipation of the next word until the hunger for true poetry is fulfilled. Thank you for inspiring me!!
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Every Day
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Every Day
Every day I am the journey Experiences beautifully painted like a dream awaiting my direction Every day when it rains to when the sun shines I am an artist and life is my muse I cannot change what is nor what was but if I decide to be then tomorrow will be my design Every day I am the journey and now is my destination |
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Lines of Life
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Lines of Life
Darkness light experiences Memories hope life Lines deeper than thoughts tattooed on my soul like a map of my journey I will never be lost because I’ve seen so much I’ve lived so much that tomorrow unpromised is just the today to cherish Darkness light experiences Memories hope life |
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Why I Need the Rain
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Why I Need the Rain
In my garden I grow courage In my garden I grow peace In my garden I grow serenity In my garden I grow confidence In my garden I grow knowledge In my garden I grow understanding In my garden I grow strength In my garden Of thoughts The path is often muddied By the storm But for me To be the best of who I can be I need the rain |
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Red Wine
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Red Wine
Darkness Pours gently over the day Like a glass of red wine My eyes Slowly sips each moment Of this picturesque elixir As my heart Listens to the worlds quiet I could easily Indulge too much And yet never have enough As my soul Becomes inebriated With life And I wish The glass to always remain Half full So that there would always be enough Sunsets to drink in |
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A better tomorrow...
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I like this!!!!
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The Sun's Goodbye
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Whoop, whoop!!!!!! The best poem ever. I am so proud to know you Mr Amazing Poet x That is GORGEOUS. Ladywind you are the best poet ever!! So any compliment from you is much appreciated. |
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The Sun's Goodbye
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The Sun's Goodbye
I've been kissed by fire and it feels like an elegant burn gentle as the butterfly's fluttering dance and as warm as a hug that says I'll hold you for forever I've been kissed by fire and it feels like the breath of an angel soothing soft yet awakening my soul with an everlasting solace I watched in silence as it stretched across forever like a river of secrets that ebbed and flowed with every color of heaven that was as deep and as beautiful as my every thought Time quietly held the last vestige of the sun's goodbye as shimmering diamonds slowly began to serenade the darkness with what seems like remnants of the fading fire's light |
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The crazy train
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He said he was hit by a train, because he stopped to think. The wreckage was an iron cross imbedded in his heart. Deep. Very deep. And always, beautiful |
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Haiku
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Love this!!!!!
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The Most Beautiful
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Baby??  
Lovely Mig Granddaughter and she is so precious!!!! Made me think about when my son was born and how I felt |
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The Most Beautiful
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Baby??
Lovely Mig Granddaughter and she is so precious!!!! Made me think about when my son was born and how I felt |
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The Most Beautiful
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The Most Beautiful
Never before even in dreams or wild imagination Never before the unimaginable the most beautiful Never before I'm trying not to cry I'm trying to be the strongest but never before has something been so real so perfect to make me so weak Ten fingers ten toes with a perfect nose the most beautiful Never before even in dreams or wild imagination could I ever hope for you |
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The Willow turned
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My family tree was a weeping willow, un-watered, unsheltered, dying fast in raging storms. The neighborhood heard the thunder crack, and blow by domestic violence blow, the willow wept. Foster care was a brittle, barbwire cactus, Aloof, neglected, forgotten by all but the beatings of old ferocious winds that scouted the desert plains, hunting for the weak and vulnerable. We survived. Comfort never came, but we had each other. The once dying weeping willow dances now, in breezes soft and slow. It's branched arms conduct an orchestral overflow of love. Our children are born and play beneath the new green growth. Wrapped safely in it's leafy tendrils, we call it home. An older poem I wrote. But I wanted to say I am going to actually begin to publish now. Time and people have convinced me too. |
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The Now
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The Now
I watch the sky catch fire like liquid warmth pouring over morning souls to offer their dreams reality I watch every night shaded secret every corner nook and cranny slowly being revealed by the blinding brilliance of the new day And before the rush before the to and fro and noise of a city alive ravages every moment I breathe and welcome now because it the only one I'll ever have |
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