Dance Wolf Poems

My body cringes as thoughts
start to rub together sending
a warm wave through me that melts 
the ice around my heart revealing
the pain that haunts the...

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SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in...

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Autumn's colors dance in the dawn's light,
A symphony of red, orange, and gold, so bright.
The leaves, they fall, like nature's own delight,
Gently drifting down, with...

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Living with a pack in the rocks,
above the waterfalls...

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I have heard His voice.
It is commanding.
Wakes me from a sound sleep.
The first time I thought it was my husband.

After the third time
I believe it...

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Little wolf girl leads them into the forest
Showing them the loving ways of her indigenous pack
They have learned to trust her, allowing her leeway
Enthusiastically following...

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Music drifts through the shadows of the night
As lovers dance under a Wolf Moon's glows
Wrapped in glorious glimmers of starlight
Where hands gently merge as unseen...

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Mysticism lives under this enormous glorious moon 
Stars twinkle, but dare not whisper, feeling a reverence 
Silence holds creatures and wildlife in awe 
Until howl...

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Let your inner core shine
Shout yourself out there
Wiggle your truth, 
Dance and play!

Keep nothing inside
Spill it onto a brick wall
Use all of your colors 
Neon’s?...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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A Wedding Day

Cleaning the church is a privilege. 
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve. 
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,...

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