Health Valentines Day Poems

Gratitude
for grace already received
is a robust measure of generosity.

Compassion scans for generosity's fullness
felt within
as incarnated without

As dispassion predicts greed's anxious emptiness.

Giving is physical and/or verbal
while...

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Album of the poems 

In the cage I am alone

In the cage how can I fight with my soul

In the cage how will I stop...

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To my Valentine

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You can count on red-hearted me
to always speak
my stupidest questions.

May we never count
our years of silence
hiding our greenest answers
to questions never mutually voiced.

I gladly promise
to...

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HANDS

ambidexterous, mine and yours, yet clasping each other
in prayer for poets - and Elizabeth or Lisa - best for sister, mother...

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My Favored 

My heart beats faster when you are near. 
I can not think straight. 
I have been blindsided by a moving truck, 
that has...

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Ever Beautiful

I...
l...o...v...e... you. 

(long passionate, embracing sound, 
not of voice, but only closely related, 
to the resonance of beating hearts... 
as we have heard and...

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Fear of Acceptance

The queen called her jester, 
and requested a joke! 
He had nothing to say, 
He just sat there, 
as he had already choked....

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Let Me Give Her Diamonds
by Michael R. Burch

Let me give her diamonds
for my heart's
sharp edges.

Let me give her roses
for my soul's
thorn.

Let me give her solace
for...

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Call 

This is a, direct action. 
Pick up the phone, dial the number, 
you know by heart…
she is waiting. 

Ever there too;
listen to your woes,...

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I had no clue it was Valentine’s Day
Because no one said happy Valentine’s Day
I had no clue it was valentines’ Day
Because I had no one...

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On a day which is renowned for expression of love

I count my lucky star for shining on me from above

For blessing me a with a...

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VALENTINE'S DAY WISH
From off the sea, a night wind cold,
reminding me of growing old,
each joint in pain, each pain held dear,
lest in the end, I...

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My friends have always hated Valentine's Day.
They ridiculed the pimply-faced boys
Whose hormone-infused offerings
Smell of Axe cologne and sweaty palms.

Greater the mocking of pubescent princesses
Who prance...

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Cupid shot my girlfriend.
He hit her in the head.
It must have been for love
she laid down and she bled.

It's almost been a year
since Cupid found...

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