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A poem for those healing in silence.? Maybe it’s the sunlight, dotting playfully through the blinds— a quiet reminder that the world still holds light. Maybe it’s the steam rising from morning Earl Grey, a scone with melted butter —a moment of normal in a day that’s anything but. Perhaps it’s the slow turn of a page, the way strangers drift past your window— Perhaps it’s in...

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I awoke to foggy windows, there were raindrops tapping softly. The trees were swaying to the rhythm, I fell ill from melancholy. The sky was so dark, it had made angels cry. Strong winds rushed in, grey clouds blew by. I felt my strength fading fast, My head had found its pillow again. I layed back down with no regrets, I covered up and settled in. My...

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O it's only my precious Lord and Savior, who is really able, To freely and fully deliver yours very truly, From all of my habitual sins and all too persistent, Inequities. O how far have I fallen from Your grace? It's a miraculous miracle that you have not hidden Your holy face far far far away from the likes of...

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Below the starry skies a beauty dance, Love struck, I fall with every glance, With eyes and a smile full of grace, An eternity I long to spend in her embrace, Miranda, a beauty in whose eyes I wander, With all in heaven as your admirers, In love’s sweet tides, this king descends , To weave with you a story that never...

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I love to create your story in words, like a dream woven from threads of light and desire, As if it was and is no more, a fairy tale brought to life under the pen of time flowing gently, I turn you into a beloved fairy tale hero, with a happier ending where our love is eternal...

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I thought I had a road map in the car trunk with the spare. I thought we had a compass and I really thought you cared. So sure of our direction that I didn't check the fuel. And so, our love has stalled now, and I look just like a fool. I thought we had provisions that would last...

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Dead, Dead. Decay and rotten flesh, melting beneath the scorching sun. Worms, maggots, and flies- a parade in time with the vulture's drum. Teasing, tearing, ripping this way and that, dashing, splashing like an artist painting madness. Bumblebee, whisper to me: Am I dead...or just asleep in the scariest dream? No... I can't be dead. I refuse to be dethroned. Oh death, you have no...

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Although we now know we are living light, whilst caged in form we yet feel limited, so embracing love, doing what is right, of past sins we wish to be acquitted. When ego dies and no desire remains, we are then still, as a flicker-free flame, the fire of bliss cleansing all our soul’s stains, whence there are no demons we need...

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Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?” Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what I wrote bringing me back to past sadness I had long overcome causing me to second guess my triumphs. When I told you about...

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ZGlance Phattey is a marvelous movie it has enough equal parts to balance even the most religious or anti religious person or people. People often get tired of the religious reasons for doing or not doing things. I heard "The Baronet and Knight were in dispute due to her belief in a non- sexual relationship be fore...

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My bed starts to melt I rise and float, gazing down Trying to remember where or why Never really had a chance I exit through a broken window An ocean of speeding faces underneath Blending into a gray lump All looking up at me The crowd moves in unison I look closer and it’s your face...

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To each of my children please know I love you. If you weren't my children, I don't know what I'd do. As babies and infants you brought me so much joy. Playing make believe with me as we played with your toys. Though I must admit changing diapers weren't my style. But you each got me through it with your...

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Probably occurred about mid semester in 2018 Epic perhaps, there was a missed opportunity? From a challenge contest to pen another poem But this is stuff that men say in an asylum At the time my ideas were a jumble of mess Could this be part of a hero's quest? The state governor jerry was speaking on campus An acquaintance...

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They treated me for bipolar disorder. I wanted you to know. Although we still think it was the Adipex-p and weed mimicking a disease— because it hasn’t happened since. Hard to believe it’s been more than twenty years— that fourth of July, when I read your mind at the Washington Mall, and ran off to watch fireworks alone in the grass. It was...

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It doesn't matter how I pray. Don't need any fancy words to say. God already knows what's in our heart. All you and I need to do is start. I tell Him how I really feel. Or what part of my body that I need healed. I ask forgiveness for things I've done wrong. The Sins in my life that do not...

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