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Grandma's Garden

Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
daisies everywhere.. 
fertile ground.. hollyhocks.. 
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
oregano..peas.. 
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines.. 
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!

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Solitude

Self awareness ~ reflection

One living by ones own pace ~ comfortable

Learning to love self ~ Listening to Music at three a.m.

Independence~ Internal rest~ refreshing

Tranquilty ~ Peacefulness~ renewal

Understand of self and others~ empowering

Daring to dream~ Realizing hope ~ finding Faith

Enlightenment of the spirit ~ Happiness beginning till end!

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Wild Horses ~ {a Septolet}

beautiful bangtail
spirit untamed
racing tumbleweeds
thundering
across mesas

stallions wrestle
under night skies...

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Fallen Sand Castles

Hope built upon the sand
as castles before the waves.
 Heart filled with Puppy love
and hymns sung beneath
Daddy's watchful eye.

Nothing Holy remains
Happy a forgotten word.
Love drowned in Jack and coke
before he was thee years old.
No harmony in that  house
that house not a home.

Her health a poor excuse to stay
a good excuse to leave him home.
Praying no one would see.
My hand on fire as it closed
on the frozen food.

Filling my pack ~ without looking
Hungry doesn't care
as long as it's fed.
A starving beast~ wild
Anything a feast
after three days.

Afraid of getting caught.
Pride a terrible thing.
It always grows before the fall.
Tonight we eat like a king
in a land of milk and honey.
Pigtails and peas with rice.

Never knowing he knew
till the end.  ~ Grateful
that he understood.
wishing  I could change things.
Ashamed of my actions.
Sometimes sand castles fall.

Holding a feverish hand I
laughed until I cried.
I should have thrown down
that foolish pride. I could have had
steaks and chops too.

I still have the old key
He passed to me.
I hold it in my hand sometimes.
The old  freezers long gone.
I Hold on to  it remind me.
Sometimes Sand castles fall.

There isn't much a parent
misses. Hidden in our eyes.
Remember that and remember too
that The good stuff is locked away
But  that Daddy shares with all!

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Underwear

Soft, pink satin,
Baby blue with lace.
Underwear, underwear every place.

Hot red silk
Plain white cotton
Underwear here even I had forgotten.

Black and slinky,
Is that a thong?
Underwear like that almost seems wrong.

Blue with Purple polka dots
Roses scattered over lime.
Underwear like that could never,  ever be mine!

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Despicable Friend

One
Man
cries out
soundlessly,
tears of agony.
Reflections dance on a black pool
Life ravages slowly. Taking a small bite daily.
Desperation eventually becoming mankind's dearest despicable friend.

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Skateboarding

Sidewalks and skate parks;
   Old swimming pools drained.
Kickflips and split lips;
    young ankles sprained.
Aerials and Varials
    and being called a punk.
Tail taps and  grip tape; 
  and tricks that take spunk.
Exercise that is ramped up; 
   balance in a curve.
Backflips and Bearings
   now don't loose your nerve!
Ollies and wallplants
   it's no passing fad.
acid drops and nosestalls
   Not just boys being bad!
Ramps under carports
   and falling and pain.
Daring and doing tricks
   again and again
Inclines; expression
    and Five Oh grinds
Nollies and ledges
   and friendship that Binds.
Go away Mr. Policemen: Just let us be. 
    Skateboarding is not a crime!
     So let us Skate free!

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Easter Bunny

Do the Easter Hop
Basket filled with  Sweet Joy
Candy and A Toy

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Block Party

Bourbon street Jazz
Bared bead catchers
Mardi Gras

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Trucker Husband

Many miles away
you sit in a truckstop
filled with women.
~ And I worry!

They feed you steak
and smell like french perfume
they refill your cup.
~ And I worry!

You look down from your window
at their mini-skirted thighs
zooming along the interstate.
~ And I worry!

The phone rings
 late at night
and you're away~ somewhere.
~ And I worry!

But you need not worry!
Cause when the last load is delivered
and your eighteen wheels roll toward home.
I'll be there waiting.
For the love of my Trucker Husband!