Love Good Morning Poems

Maudlin
Crossing
Dateline
Morning
Maudlin by a failed winter's crossing,
Your heat's dateline onto the morning....

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There’s a box lying somewhere.
Somewhere in a dusty cupboard.
Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still.
Somewhere no one can find it.

I think about...

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In the depths of our souls, where shackles crumble to dust,
There lies the essence of freedom, in which we all must trust.
It's not in chains...

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Moss running down 
Rain dripping 
Trees are still
Yet I'm here 
Wood chips on the ground 
Wet and mushrooms everywhere 
Yet I'm still here.
Birds chirping vibrantly...

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For the love of lust. For just of lust
Trust me love just of US! This purpose
Flows those GHOSTS  you thought
You knew? We know them...

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God's garden-fracture
Crucifix ~ Trump's holy cost
Benny's nuke' testes¹







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Notes:


Remind the Houthis' and any others who have complaints about AMERICA that we're THE ONES WHO WALKED ON...

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Sitting here
Birds sing in good cheer
Robins bouncing around
Pulling their breakfast from the ground
Such a cheerful sound
Hopping along
Singing their song
Happy as can be 
Singing from a...

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I always say good morning
I always say good night
I send them telepathically
If they don't come by write
So if your heart starts ringing
The phone call is...

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In the quiet of Christmas morn,
Before the rooster has even sworn,
The aroma of coffee begins to dance,
Signaling the day's first advance.

Pancakes sizzle on the griddle,
Their...

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Bells of  Home
My memory sings when the brass school bell rings, so I ring it every day.
It sits on my hallway table with the...

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give me coffee dark and strong

no frills just a robust song

dont look back

bold and black

classic brew just cant go wrong.
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The bric-a-brac shop waits on Rue Nationale.
In a sleepy French town.
It opens at ten,
And closes at one,
Till three.
Then on till seven in the evening.
Madame opens...

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My love awakens me
with playful purrs,
with kitty licks 
and padded paws -- 

we are never far
from our primitives, 

to know the world by
touch, and God...

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                she giggles 
      ...

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