There is some way to be more independent.
Out here.
I wish I could reach the laundry today.
No one told me how.
If I were more independent?
Maybe I wouldn’t be pacing in front of the window at night.
The curtains drawn, shadows pacing.
I could be two people, or a person with a job.
I could be a person with a job.
But I’m just a person.
Outer space, empty drawers, and the tv is on all night.
I can’t afford my car anymore.
There is some way to be more independent.
Or less, and less.
If I had a stable job, I would probably go to it.
My shadow is aching, and pacing.
The hospital is a little crowded.
There’s not much to do, or even read.
They let me fill my own water.
I watch and laugh.
We have tv.
It’s as if jobs don’t exist in here!
Get yelled at all day, but they keep me.
Safe in here.
There is some way to be more independent.
Out there.
But jobs aren’t real.
My new shadow told me so.
Bent in the grand dance of the red poppies,
We let our courage rise from this seeded field,
We feed it with the truth of yesterday’s glories,
Our history, our sword, our shield.
Where slumber squeezes the lost dreams,
New hopes have born in us the faith again,
Awakened, our conscience cries and screams,
We walk barefooted, free in the rain.
The eternal wild of child and happiness,
Fresh grass, blue skies, no worries,
A little touch of tenderness,
We write with red our new stories.
Dreaming pure thoughts that change the world,
Caring and loving, praying and singing,
Living our life for our country and the Lord,
Whatever comes, in the end, we’re winning!
mobile berry street
hippopotamus tusk
kettle sprout deuce
Look at your hand, your fingers, your palm,
This hand is an extension of you,
This hand that’s achieved the things in your life,
These things that you happily do,
This hand is the limit by which you live by,
Achieving all of the goals that you make,
This hand is the extension of all of your thoughts,
That you use when you’re up wide awake,
It pushes the boundary, grabs onto the want,
It writes each song you live by,
Transcending ideas, words, thoughts in your mind,
Answering your questions of why,
This hand that’s been with you every day of your life,
It delivers the wants that you chase,
And has silently gone about all you command,
Feeling all of the love you’ve embraced.
Written 29th May 2018, entered into Caren Krutsinger's contest 25th July 2018, "Take care of yourself first"
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A holiday to commemorate the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
Red, white, and blue everywhere you look; during this exciting summer holiday.
Families gather together for barbeques, picnics, family reunions, baseball games and parades.
Patriotic songs fill the air, and everyone is signing America the Beautiful.
Little kids running around with sparklers & excitement in their eyes.
Fireworks fill the night sky with dazzling colors and loud explosions.
Pride runs deep as we remember all those who help us keep our hard earned freedom.
Our flag we fly
That's red white and blue
Is the symbol of all independence
That God gave to me and to you
He made this country so very beautiful
With flowers, trees, and birds that fly
And created the rainbows so high in the sky
How lucky we all are to be
Living with independence
In our country, the land of the brave and the free
An envoy sent to foreign land
pride dismissed cup in hand
to cross the sea at pessidons mercy
before a queen he must curtsey
Help us please defend our honor
without you help we are a goner
the dogs of war are at our gate
we do not know our final fate
our faiths depleted
our king unseated
steadfast we stand
defend our land
till the last man standing
were still demanding
self preservation
self determination
for this once proud nation
We'll just say I love you,
(though people say it's just puppy love,
though it never was between them and me,
but me and you)
and I know I always will,
but we are not "we" anymore,
so I will now sign this really big,
like ole John Hancock,
I will make it big,
so you won't have to squint your pretty eyes to read it,
so let me sign this declaration of independence,
saying it is no longer "we",
but the new "me", since again,
I'm on my own.
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