The stars were perfectly aligned.
She felt all doors had swung open.
Finally the world was hers.
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Dear lord I'm addicted
All my morals are conflicted
The necessities been evicted
I ought to be convicted
And I should be restricted
As it was depicted
Some would say predicted
Once I became subscripted
That I'd soon be afflicted
And definitely unrestricted
It can't be contradicted
'cause to poetry I'm addicted
The storm came as predicted;
It wasn’t a surprise.
We’d canceled plans as every
Weather forecast did advise.
With lots to keep us busy,
We hunkered down indoors
And even did some online shopping.
(Easier than stores!)
The snow’s still blowing sideways;
The roads have hidden ice
But in our cozy haven
It feels comfortable and nice.
Tomorrow we must travel;
I hope the storm abates.
We’ll wait until the morning
To see what trial awaits.
We Predicted and Depicted
Am watching MSNBC News.
Have been investigating people
in the mid-West who voted for
Trump and what they would
do now.
What happened is what we predicted,
And also, at same time had depicted;
Minds up not made,
In sun or shade;
Voters about all issues are conflicted.
Jim Horn
This is what I am interested in reading
about myself to further educate myself.
Forgiveness from iniquities
Planting a source inside of me
My Messages probably gave you insight
Willingly to see myself healed and as I stumble to see
You're credibly an angel that had my weight carried and a sign to be
This picture openly took it's shape to embrace life freely
Always be real with you and be here if you ever need me
I'm completely and honestly falling for you
I don't know if you knew, but just a dude that cares for you
Nothing like two people glued, in human attractions
Chilling laughing happy is my plan, I can't wait to start asking
Heart set forth, I can be yours, a person I came close to adore
I open a door for you to enter, rapping on this cord, to enfold
A greater power waiting for you on the other side I hope
I need someone to save me from myself
Cause I can hurt myself more than anyone else
I steal the air from my lungs with a belt
I put fire onto my tongue and it melts
My skin is gone, my wounds are infected
The dotted lines upon my skin are self-inflicted
In my mind lingers a darkness, that does not yet exist
I cannot recall happiness, it's all a bloody mist
I can feel my skin burning from the scars I haven't made yet
This is pain, not just me being upset
I see crystal clear blood soak into the carpet
Although my pain is completely disregarded
Sink your teeth into me and devour all my flesh
Show me no mercy, make the floor a bloody mess
As I feel my breath decay and my sight's drifting away
I smile and close my eyes as I embrace my final fate
The weatherman predicted
That today would reach a high
Of eighty-five degrees; I never
Thought that he would lie.
I didn’t take a jacket and
My sockless feet are bare.
I’m shivering and I would bet
He doesn’t even care.
He’s sitting in a studio
But if he stepped outside,
He’d realize that his error
Simply cannot be denied.
It serves me right, I guess, because
I acted like a fool.
Preparedness, I learned in scouting,
Is the golden rule.
Tomorrow I’ll be sure to have
A jacket, just in case
The forecast once again turns out
Amazingly off base!
It’s rained ‘most every day this week –
Good news for all the flowers.
We can’t complain, ‘cause weather’s whims
Are not within our powers.
Umbrella sellers have been pleased
And stores which peddle boots;
Perhaps they and the weather gods
Have labored in cahoots.
I’ve stepped in puddles more like lakes
And dripped from each extremity;
For keeping dry, it seems like
Staying home’s the only remedy.
It isn’t raining as I write
But showers are predicted.
I hope the sun comes out
And weathermen are contradicted.
‘Cause raindrops hailing seem to be
Like bullets in a battle.
Another cloudburst and I’ll think
I’m living in Seattle!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
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