Best Sorting Poems

When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of...

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There was change, an odd pulse 
A new cadence, and tone, in the place I called home
where my mother had been
Where white fences stretched out...

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The old screen door still welcomes me, a familiar song I've heard before..
But oddly now, it's out of tune, a strange new wail of some...

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English is not a language 
one can ever get ahead of--
there are just too many words! 
Like 'ludic; for example: meaning
playful, in the sense of...

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REMEMBER JACOB

what is normal?
i’m back to it
with my back
to the negativity
a smile securely
in place, in place of
the fog that was raging,
raging strong…
fighting me (how
do you...

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An odyssey through hurdles, yet a blessing it is to dwell on earth,
Aiming for destination beloved, chasing sweet dreams of mirth,
Through successes and failures, amid...

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A Sample of some of the genres I write it...Nature, family, depression...just a taste...just a taste. These are all reposts and can be found along...

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One of my earliest remembrances in this place; life
Was when I was about three or four years of age
The fear overcoming my heart thinking if...

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Outside    the fall is deep and new
Tangled branches on the trees
Are bare    black    but drifted white

Survivors...

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Sorting through old pictures kept in weathered leather albums
I am sorting through the questions, that are tethered in my head

If time is truly relative, (as...

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Let me tell you a story…
A story about life, where Solitude gracefully glides into the room, wearing a loose fitting gown, draping her curvaceous form....

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Mud puddles were made for little boys on warm summer days,
In search of tadpoles and frogs and other delightful items of play.
Grass snakes are fine...

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While looking back, I think of this… 
and cannot understand  

How strange the fact, that something owned by someone grand, 
a china cup, so...

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She remembers
The depth of his blue eyes
And how he once told her
Sullen and pensive
That should she precede him
He had it all worked out and
Knew exactly...

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Waking, she inspects the color under her sweater
and sighs that vague orange is still wearing her.
Orange can’t be her friend until it reveals its core.
While...

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