Romance Growth Poems

If only we hadn’t been so different
It was so right until it turned wrong
Like milk gone sour
That we had left out the fridge for far...

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In the BEGINNING, at the surface, we both met,
Two strangers, excited and uncertain, yet to set.
Down the memory lane, doubts manifold did GROW,
Knowing not how...

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Her heart was torn to bits,
By rhythms of fears and tears,
Feeling like lonely was as good as it gets,
His laughter was music to her ears.

Wavering...

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On a day
Like any other,
I found him
In the rain.

Someone asked
What on earth
He was doing, 
But he only smiled.

Tilting his head back
And opening his arms,
He welcomed...

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Life starts at birth, 
then it begins to unfold. 
As time passes, 
the world shows it's face. 
When we think of birth, 
we often think of a new born baby. 
Life...

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A shadow of the self
but a sliver of me
you know the inner self
and the turmoil that can be

Perhaps I have shown
you more of my self
then...

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I Wear My Gun Easily, Loaded Well At Night

I meet my sacrifice with ample gratitude
Although with muted tongue, my ghost sings loudly
That crystal indifference soothes...

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Take me as I am, my love,
And make me what you will,
For I am but a clay to mold,
To shape with your sweet skill.

I offer...

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mia madre terra

as we rest in your bosom
we slowly realize – your fight for us
searching for natural resources
finding dry – given up – life once...

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1 Last Poem for My Scotian friend

Moonlight Silhouette 

Moonbeam a stream of moonlight
So vigilant is your way
Assertive is your mood
Your beam caresses infinite desires
Always showing...

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in to the forever one finds the cure for the hurt , a plain of conscience , may be a dream  , or the...

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Mother Gaia vibrates and is referred to as Eden, Earth, Heaven, The Fifth Dimension, Great Atlantis and Lemuria.

Vibrating at hire frequencies and connecting to hire...

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First week  of March  2025
Last  week of March
Melancholy Molly and her sister 
Dolly stopped by  for a chat with 
Eat ...

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It's the residue from the gunshot that you aimed right for my heart. See it ricocheted, backfired, meaning another false start…

 A reissue of rhetoric...

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She is fragile like an egg so l had to treat her right, she caught  me when l was drowning in my lonely misery...

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