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Jamie Delgado Poem
While I sit here thinking about the world and our people, every people, from everywhere, all the differences, and similarities, the cultures and colors. We are so beautiful, and peculiar, a virtual cornucopia of variety. I think about all the most wonderful things we could be if we would just let go of our differences and put away our fear. The love we combine to mend all the broken could bring us closer to heaven, with its peace, love, and light.
Copyright © Jamie Delgado | Year Posted 2024
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Jamie Delgado Poem
Please don’t leave me hanging like that that, I hate to be in suspense, you piqued my curiosity and it’s so intense. Artfully teasing you know how to play, always one step ahead, leaving me dizzy and frayed, My head is spinning you think you’re winning, who’s got the last laugh? What’s all that ringing must be in my head, it’s giving carnival vibes, Clowns with balloons and daggers, cute little kittens with menacing eyes. Your destination, my fears, pulling me in and giving me sneers . What’s going on with the goat he just fainted, he stuck his tongue out and said blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah screamed and disintegrated, he looked kind of evil did I just use past tense? Is that mirror melting? What happened to his head? It’s so small and stuck to the bed. This ride is spinning down to the depths. I realize the ringing in my head is the alarm clock to wake me up. I turn over and face the clown in my bed. Oh geez, it’s just my lover Fred. What a tasty bit of drama, a midnight abracadabra.
Copyright © Jamie Delgado | Year Posted 2024
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Jamie Delgado Poem
The beckoning call of the Nightingale
Like the whistle of wind in a sail
Arrives on a spring days tail
And nestles like a cotton ball
Inside a trees hidden cloud
The hatchlings are so loud
Bumblebees covered in a honey shroud
But never so happy parents will be
When the fledglings leave the tree
The Nightingale nest empty
Copyright © Jamie Delgado | Year Posted 2024
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