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Spurned Love

She awoke
to a blazing sun,
brightest orb,
day’s lover.
The moon, jealous of her love,
cried for the night’s loss.

She, sleeping,
missed the soft caress,
silken touch,
palest rays
that beckoned her to waken
and taste their sweetness.

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No Blue Hair

No blue hair or curls for me.
I’ll grow old naturally.
Hanging breasts and flattened bum,
crooked teeth and graying gum.
Sagging knees and chicken skin,
sunny spots and double chin.
Silver streaks through thinning hair,
dimming eyesight no repair.
Crinkly crow’s eyes and flat feet
singing as the Maker I meet.
I don’t care what you say,
I can’t hear you anyway.

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Vellum of Silent Words

I wrote this letter
today 
knowing you’d never see it.
I wrote so carefully,
as if I thought you could reflect 
on my words and carefully fold them 
within your heart.

I wish you could have heard the words
one more time before you left.
Your journey so quickly arrived 
that no one had 
the chance to say good-bye,
not even I.

I have spoken with you
every day you’ve been gone,
oh, these many years, 
as if we were speaking face-to-face.
Not a day have I forgotten how my heart leapt
 to see your face, your smile.
Your visage has never left me as many say it does.

Always
you raised my awareness,
made me use logic without losing humanity.
You shared your confidence in me and gave me
the push I needed to be the best self I could.

I confide my secrets,
my deepest, darkest thoughts,
and share with you my life and loves,
my good deeds and my bad,
knowing
you still watch over me.

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The Twelfth of Never

When cheerful daisies fail to bloom in Spring
and the buds dry on the vine;
when the robin no longer attempts to sing
and the rivers turn into brine;

when the fireflies of Summer do not glow
and the rain can’t reach the earth;
when the seven seas cease their ebb and flow
and the ship is mired in its berth;

when Autumn loses its brilliant colors
and prevailing winds stand still;
when nevermore dwell ardent lovers
and hearts shed their romantic thrill;

when Winter holds no wonders to show
and the sun, no reason to shine;
when the mountain knows not of snow
and the stars refuse to align;

when you are gone and no longer in sight
and I no longer your face can imbue;
when your touch leaves and takes its flight,
then that’s when I’ll stop loving you.

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leaves turning moon

trees tessellated
	prismatic presentation  ~
		wizened eyes widen

(September Full Moon – Anishinaabe)

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Innocent Love

She sat by the fence,
the lamb struggling to reach her
for shared soft kisses.
A seven-year-old shy girl;
two souls in innocent love.

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Our Bawdy Queen

Now, the time has come for bawdy things
from no other than our queen of queens.
	As she takes the throne,
	the crowd emits a groan.
This, the reign of the Queen of Obscenes.

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My Perspective

Memories are often deceiving 
Yield to all the possibilities

Permanence is an illusion
Everything is in constant change
Reign in moments of confusion	
Stretch your subconscious range
Ponder a new or different vision
Everything is in constant change
Constancy is key, not temporization
Tomorrow brings something strange
Incorporate and embrace intrusion 
Venture an exhilarating exchange
Everything is in constant change

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Full As a Tick

The neighborhood buffet boasted 
fried chicken and biscuits, toasted, 

creamy gravy, and smashed taters. 
You can serve yourself, no waiters. 

Into the long line you will strut
more than ready to fill your glut.

Bypass the green salads and soup; 
run quickly, to the fried foods swoop 

all you can eat for one price cheap. 
Pile your plate high in one big heap. 

If one plate full is not enough, 
get back in line and your mouth stuff

with fried okra and sweet cornbread,  
rice, beans, pasta, and liver spread.  

Undo your belt a notch or two
so one more bite you can chew.

Desserts abound, cookies and cakes,
puddings, custards, tarts, and milk shakes.

Round out the meal with soft ice cream. 
Maybe two cones won’t burst a seam.

You leave, with a bloated waist thick, 
well-sated, and full as a tick.

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No Bookworm

Today is the first day of school
the summer too short at the pool
	school days are long
	this is so wrong 
I think going to school isn’t cool
 
My father insists that I go
though I argued loud with a No
	I squawk and squirm
	I’m no bookworm
sure I know all there is to know
 
Dad threatened to kick me out
no matter my perfect pout
	I’m no fool
	went to school
now the classics I can spout
 
At university I excelled
never an instance was I expelled
	got the knowledge
	finished college
at graduation my Dad’s heart swelled

Inspired by, but not entered in, Francine Roberts’ Back To School Poetry Contest