Short Litle Poems

Please, leave me alone with my tears 
but while leaving, take away my fears...

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Litle
red book-
was to fill
many empty
heads.

Ekphrasis on Mao 1973 by Warhol...

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I should tear out the pages of him.
Erase him from my memory.
Don't want to remember him anymore.
Must erase him from my world.
Forget every litle detail about him.
His eyes.
His hair.
His smile.
His laugh.
His everything...
Remembering him, 
Is killing me.
Must erase him from my world.
Must forget...
Everything....

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They are still fighting in the Mideast 
Jews killing Arabs and Arabs killing Jews 
Civil wars in Yemen and Syria 
lead  to the death of children
Will out poems change people's hearts? 
Let us pray they do 
A litle optimism 
is what is needed 
by all of us versifiers
We must do our best to help create 
paths to peace in the world
It is vital!...

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I loved her
That sad little angel
With her broken smile,
And her tattered wings.

She sat there
Mascara streaking away
From eyes like glowing embers,
As she watched him leave.

She turned to me
Pleading me to stay
Her slight hands grasping mine,
Pulling me under.

I followed her
Down the hallway
Into her dim bedroom,
Only then she kissed me....

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i am me
i am mother,daughter,lover                                                                                             but i want to tell you why
why i am this way

i was a lost little girl wanting 
i was a scared litle girl crying
a question mark upon my chest
always wondering why

where did you go
why did you leave
have you never loved
do you know how to stay

safety and security only a fleeting fantasy...

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I walk...
And I think.
A tear drops now and then.
Eternal love worn thin?
But how and why and when
could it have reached the brink?

Not much...
Just a litle here and there.
With something special in between.
To big, to bad to not be seen.
Maybe not intentionally mean,
but thoughtless, selfish, without care.

I walk...
and I vow,
not to let it be my deed
which plants the ugly seed.
I’ll meet her every need
not “sometime when” but now.

© MAR 27 Charles Henderson...

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