Long Feb 2 Poems

American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf

Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull
howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without fear;
Your echoes enter, soulful bones of insightful red man
birthing growing...

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They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t...

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It was in a different era from today’s when two soul mates met -
a time when a single woman could afford no blemish on her reputation.
For them to meet in public would require a trusted...

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Nurses help me out of bed
I sit mostly all day in my chair 
Staring at the same four walls
Just how much more can I bare

Looking out my window 
Makes me very sad 
Not a soul to be seen 
Has...

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On Mon, Feb 2, 2015 at 1:58 PM, Terry Cooper  wrote:

Touched in the head a little like he is.

Yes you are a James Taylor in the making
Or where you fooling and only faking
I cook...

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I come out of my hole
everyone is staring at me,
what exactly do they want?
Why won't they let me be?

Every single year that passes
I always have to endure pain,
look to the sky you stupid people
I can...

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My happy feet tried to catch up with his pace
Appetizing smells swirling out of street cafes
Chattering crowd bumping in to us in void
Almost missing me trying to cross

Holding his hand as tight as I could
My...

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The ebony hair alluringly  untamed
Some swirl on the trail of squall
Some form enigmatic motif on the forehead
Locking the charisma of the reflected mind
Lest it flies away from the face in the wind.

The almond eyes...

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I should have seen it coming – 
but more often the obvious
is yet only viewed through a cloak
of personal affections and
ignorance – 

I should have seen it coming

but the heart is a clown
a camp of...

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One Whose Devilish Heart Comes From The Fridge

Why did I write, " I do truly love her"
Carve love lost hope into innocent bark
She that had called me a surly cur
An insult that left a deep...

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Battered and bruised and broken before
My courageous heart, comes back for more
It soldiers on but finds no peace
Losing time and again, the battles never cease
A kindred spirit it fights to find
Shattered dreams and tears, in...

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So you want more nice things!
Will your life have more meaning?
When you have more stuff, is it ever enough?

Don't you know that there's more,
to life, than keeping score,
of who has more things,
what joy does that...

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like father-
I am an explorer
of nature     and all creatures

on hikes

far  and  wild

I discovered    my love
and passion for
     forests and fauna_
 
visits...

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When the days
Get longer and
Harder to deal with,
Know that I'm
Here to help you
Shoulder your emotions
When you've had
Enough and want
To scream your
Head off, I'll
Be there to
Help cool you
Off afterwards
When all you
Want to do
Is break down
And cry,...

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I
Many who heard of Nelson Mandela visited the country in which he (and I) were born. Today I posted about walking or wading through diapers, dog & human doodoo on our roads, many dirt roads,...

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