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fear the painted plays, available on amazon kindle...

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Who said meow, could be a cat, but what if not? Was it a stray cat, or a cat from upper floor? But one could imitate the sound that we’ve heard And by the way, it could’ve been a creaking door Let’s sort out the facts we have at hand If they are real, not someone’s manipulation That meow could...

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A Most Generous Gift They receive our love as it is purely intended They offer their love and give our spirits a lift They'll stay close when our hearts need to be mended Our dogs are nature's most generous gift...

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Reflections on the important things in my legacy, history, and values appear with me were always reading books since I was 5 or six years old sitting in the dim light of my mom's house in a corner in love with the dictionary comparing words that made me laugh sometimes giggles came out in secret...

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As Newton found an apple As Einstein used his mind In Leonardo's genius So art and science combined When Chaplin tugged at heartstrings Or Mandela called for peace A common theme unites them Such that hope would never cease Teresa shows compassion Or Rosa Parks stays put An inner door is opened That may never now be shut Keller's inspiration The bravery of Anne Frank So many souls...

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A love letter not published. I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm a embrace She was related to my wife, which makes falling in love awkward, but infatuation falls like rain where it pleases “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain,” I...

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My beautiful little bluebird How I love you so I long to taste your presence And what it means to know That you and I are singing songs Far into the night We fade into each other Desire burning bright In a dream it's you and me There's no one else around Our synchronistic breathing Is the only sound In sotto voce I call out Your...

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I hear the whisper now As quiet as the grass in the gentle breeze Soothing and lulling Inviting me forward with an extended hand To dance barefoot Despite the cloudy sky and threat of showers Under the thinning canopy of the trees Yet, not despite the rain Invited because of it To cleanse and wash away Life's dust and debris Returning to the freshness of...

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There are moments in life When an emptiness crowds into the space We inhabit How can emptiness Be a tangible thing? Yet, here it comes With it's grey shadowy self A presence An absence Pondering the void In the chair where I sit Surrounded by beauty Internal wrestle With the ugly hunger Sated only by the presence of another...

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All the words ever uttered arise from that one first petulant cradle song of 'why'? A question reprised and voiced with infinite variations. Mysterious ways test us constantly. A mystery writer rewards both the hearing the and the deaf. That One provides every insight. In truth, the book of life remains unreadable unless we write it....

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No need to hide away To shut the door In darkness, lay I welcome you As warm embrace The smile, as from a friendly face Not loneliness, just inbetween The voice of comfort Not heard, not seen I know you sit with me And stay, when 'er I need A friend to pray Less than a whisper Though, yet it seems You comfort, encourage, caress my dreams You're full,...

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The online poetry place Rattle is changing their competition terms to be previously 'uncurated' rather 'unpublished' I think it's a really positive thing to support and to try and get adopted more widely. It's so nice to share poetry, get feedback then consider entering it into competitions rather than keep anything possibly decent in your pocket. (Obviously...

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Hearing every raindrop Feeling every grain of sand Uniqueness of each snowflake Counting every hair-like strand The infinity of heaven And the stars that soar within Or eight billion human faces Wearing resources to thin What of all the tiny protons Whizzing all round.. Electrons and neutrinos Do their thing without a sound. Overwhelming are the numbers Or infinitesimal, it seems Far more...

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Published? I Do Due Thanks Died Or So? Hatred Yours Been Off You Dear You Dearest However How's All Been Together Or Tonight You Are Down To Earth But No As I Do As We Fires Your Blames Away No Suffer Suffering ..... Comment Never Published Or Past Seen Except Here: by me...

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Phillis A slave bought by rich man named John Wheatley lived with his family She had 3 children Married a man who treated her badly Lover of books and words was taught how to read and write a very bright child Who felt sad when her host adopted family died leaving her all alone Had her book of poetry published...

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