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Best Poems Written by Madalin Bickel

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How Do You Keep From Crying

How do you keep from crying
When the hurt runs so deep
And you don't want to be awake
But you just can't fall asleep?

No one ever told you
How fragile was the heart.
No one ever warned you
That life could fall apart
And leave you feeling lonely
Lost without your dreams,
Wondering and wandering,
To silent painful screams.

How do you keep from crying
When the hurt runs too deep
And you don't want to be awake
But you just can't fall asleep?

He had you believing
His love was true and real
Then mocked at your devotion
When you began to heal.
Each time there came a phone call,
A letter, or a sign
That someone else was loving him
So many other times.

How do you keep from crying
When the hurt runs river deep
And you don't want to be awake
But you just can't fall asleep?

All that now remains
Is a way to find some peace,
A way to stop remembering,
A way to find release.
You loved him more than life
You gave him all of you,
But now it's just a beer alone
Perhaps a pill or two.

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The Lady In Green

She sits alone at the table
in the empty cafe
with her head slightly drooping
as the dark steals the day.

Across a vacant chair waits
more empty than she
in this dull little place
as she sips her coffee.

Dusty dim lights 
reveal a graying bare floor
while the wind whistles through
cracks under the door.

The rain runs down the window
in search of small streams
while her coffee grows tepid
and she gives up er dreams.

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If Man Were An Island

If man were an island,
Woman would be a continent.
I know this because
I must have a man in my life.
It is a fact that embarrasses me.
I have known many; married two.

They were such a disappointment.
From the bedroom to the garage,
From the vows to the denials,
Marriage was nothing more than
Mothering a needy male of the
Species known as Homo sapiens.

They wouldn't carry in the groceries
Or carry out the garbage.
They wouldn't pick up a sock
Or wash a dish.
They wouldn't do enough
To free me to do the rest.

There wasn't any reason for
Them to exist.
There was no intimacy.
I did without; not knowing
What I was missing until
I was old, worn out, and lonely.

God should have made Eve
and left the extra rib for
the wolves.

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Rambling Thoughts In Panic Mode

Rambling thoughts in panic mode
careen inside my head.
Fear of failure,
criticism,
deathly stares, 
and pangs of guilt.

Take a breath.
Close your eyes.
Let serenity surround
with calming words
like chamomile
the mind relaxes now.

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The Rope

Jute or hemp
braided, twisted, twirled
coiled neatly
waiting for heavy metal
down slowly to the cool deep sea.
Holding -

Thin and leather-like
guiding the stallion
through his paces
over a fence
through the green mist.
Guiding -

Swinging new and fresh
from cross bar or chandelier
looped tightly around white skin
gasping for air
no pills needed.
Releasing -

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In the Archives of My Mind

In the archives of my mind
Lie the thoughts that persevere
As brambles in the woods
Their briars bring a tear.

A cry for what has happened
What might have been but naught
For all the disappointments,
Mistakes, and "I forgot."

The pain comes rushing forth
Like a branding iron upon my skin
Burning with the memories
Of broken promises again.

So often have I heard
Of what I cannot do
That my small successes
Seem rare and very few.

There is no tomorrow
Only yesterdays and pain
Too much to be remembered 
And too little to be gained.

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Magazines In Every Corner

Magazines in every corner
Rubber bands on lids of jars
Silk ribbons and dried flowers
Glossy brochures from afar.

Mantle, desk, and table
Piled high with worn out books.
Long forgotten potpourri
ticked away in tiny nooks.

Faded quilts across the bed,
Davenport, and tattered chair
Decorated by a lazy cat
Gently grooming her gray hair.

Dusty must moldy air
Timelessly suspended
Ages past, lives once lived
Forgotten and now ended.