Rd Poems - Poems about Rd

R.D. Miracle Man 8/28/2024 He was “Jack of all trades, Master of none” but a real handy asset when under the gun. He always made haste, and time didn’t waste, never slowing down until his job was done. ...

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R.D. 8-20-2023 Miracle Man He appears at my door with a story that sounds real. But the intent of his visit is to beg, borrow, or steal. He’ll visit for an hour trying to build up his nerve. To ask me for a loan, like I’m the federal reserve. He always asks to borrow but he’s never payed back. I’m told he spends it on weed and...

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Why do you waste your time? They asked R.D. He had no reply. He loved reading but he was not supposed to, being a guy. You could come out and play ball, maybe make a home run. To R.D. this did not sound like any kind of exciting fun. He loved visiting the library. He had his own check...

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It's my neighborhood Yet I happen to be here First time in this spot in 14 years As the name shows The road has a grove of apple trees Two in front and hundreds behind the stone fence Stop my brisk walk Look up at one immaturely green and one maturely reddish Every life stage is beautiful... I was supposed to be at...

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Its a home provided by two Some from me and some from you A serene place ,yet often loud A place called home , which we are proud Many have stopped just to pass us by Yet its this old home that we can rely The walls are crumbling,& the floor is damp wet No theirs not any holes atleast none...

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I look back to see where I came. After to day, could I ever be the same? So here is where I choose to lie. It seems I've lost my will to try. In the same time it takes for tears to dry. Escape is out of reach, much like the sky....

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I'm staring at you through the windows. Watching you move in place. A target to miss within the shadows. We fantasize about the future we face. With little more than a spike to the forehead. Mythologies die and another's replaced. A mass delusion begins to follow. With little to no effort and then it's spoon fed. People go headless and begin to swallow. Violence...

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Her beauty haunts my dreams. I wish she was here so I could hold her close. I miss that scent on my pillow. Those blonde curls and big blue eyes are glaw droppingly gorgeous. She always knows how to get me to dance. She will always be my happy story to tell even if its...

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The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived a hopeful time of praise each year revived. The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church. Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe. Our sister Miriam lights the shamash taper first a maiden fair and scholarly her prayers rehearsed to bring together all that's beautiful, diverse. Blessed are You, L-rd...

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The Ocean breeze soothes me. The sound of waves relaxes me. Soft sand between my toes, collecting unique driftwood to make crafts, beachcombing is my "quiet place". You can't live on an island and not love the water. I can sit and watch boats sailing by or watch eagles soaring in the sky. The beach is where I go to sooth...

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"Petal nor thorn could save this rose." From "Flowers...Beautiful Flowers" This line personifies the loss of life and the harvest of flowers (roses) for a funeral. Just as loved ones are lost each day in the prime of life (any time really), the rose is taken in the height of beauty and placed...

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the death of me late the very dream of your time how do you find one?...

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