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Whole Truth
Women cup stasis years, but are summoned by moonlit mornings recommending deliverance. I consume sweets and dive under blankets. I cocoon within four walls thinning to paper. I taste fire. Dr. Blasey Ford speaks and I listen. My fingers stretch towards paper and pen. Her right hand up bolts fire against the sin of a man…
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I'd make an effort
I'd make an effort to feel fortunate if I had a friend someone true who sang songs that were meaningful to me and uplifting to my soul I'd make an effort to feel grateful (instead of feeling tired and jealous) if I had a determined friend, one who made an effort too
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Northeast Corner
His occupation found movement in captured time, and waved winding hands into ordered stillness, stilled moments, decades, the duration of life to death. The industrious photographer sprawled the pictures in disarray on a small table before he hung them on a wall. Four men framed by a familiar photographer. Four boxes…
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Godzilla Downtown
The invisibles walk with grocery bags down Main Street USA. They gossip about celebrities. The luggage fees added to plane tickets ruin their trips. The invisibles moderate hardships paled in comparison to portended ruin delayed on an outerspace ship that flew to earth. With Godzilla it sped. With fury down Main Street…
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Pastries and Baseball
Not a surprise that the pastries aren't out, and the moon-lit humidity makes all delayed to the point when I want to shout "Enough Summer Already!" "Heed this Call!" Tomorrow at the minor league baseball game I'll forget this man with pastry bins walking through the door and into my small sugar fantasy still unknown to…
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Global Warming
Global Warming I gave up So long ago I can’t say For sure I even tried I have no desire To help you To save you I no longer believe In our future A future Any future I want to be Short-sighted Like you I want to be Reckless Like you I want to burn Right through Our potential And like you I am ready Help me Find the fuse I…
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My gift to PJ
https://youtu.be/PaCBaDtt3yY If I were in Pearl Jam, this is the song I'd bring to the recording sessions. Please let me know what you think. It's my song called "Get Up!"
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It's time for bed
Hell or high-water, I’ve got to get up early The pain of too little sleep is a sharp hard, cold substitute for the joy of summer mornings and plenty of sleep I hope the day is bright tomorrow I hope I can hear the birds outside the cats can wake me up with their purring they can drape themselves around my neck they can…
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Raw Nerve
Supersonic ears, radioactive tears Navigating through all their negatives, can't control the years. Did you hear that pin drop? Did you FEEL that rain stop? Was it all in your head, those words that they said? Or are the words that you find really words in their mind? Telepathic radiation taking over all our nation.…
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HP #1
For years I honored the series of books that kids and adults read, and when I looked at bestsellers Harry P always took #1 because of the author's hook. The time to write this poem is time I'm not reading. I finished chapter one and plot cues are blooming. I'll leave work on the dot to read more about the orphan's jackpot.…
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Story Reviewed
Join repast of coffee and woven pie with incantations for collapsed stories left like abandoned pets, but rescue fine impressions that propel your pen with ease. Thread plot angles with saffron grit and tease pungent denouements perceptibly wrong, throwing a character on a trapeze of alternative decisions prolonged. What…
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You smiled
I saw you smile What a loving feeling You spread Your eyes so filled with joy It's like I've been waiting Waiting for this moment this moment in time To see you like this Happy and proud Fulfilled
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Birthday Moon
I routinely fault mercurial whims on moon phases assigned to aging's dim future view. I must channel thoughts that swim scattered into bright notes of birthday hymns. Monday's post-birthday should be illegal. I ate enough to feed a small narwhal. I ate like a sneaky Neanderthal dressed in elegance like a femme fatale.…
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Life
Everyone is searching longing Sometimes I wonder Why we live But does it really matter All we know is We do Here we are I see you I feel your pain It's the same as mine We can rest in that feeling We are not alone In this together
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Above and Beyond
You all went above and beyond for me. Thank you.
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Impulsive
Develop relationships with colleagues and walk to coffee during the morning, but arrogant based behaviors fatigue threadbare workday practice from strengthening. Impulsive behaviors make our souls sing when DJs give us free tickets backstage, but to take her own choice is bullying no matter benefits you thought you gauged.…
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Daily News
The presidential trials play like a strip tease performed by a shrewd professional squeezing our guts with vacillating tips shocking our senses with newspaper sprawl. Underneath the titillating air crawls artists reinventing a full-height stand transposing the shock of the country's fall into legal art unphased by…
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Reminder
What circular tragedy smothers fine families during the Christmas season. Tinsel strangles numbed cheer, and guests who dine in these homes witness tears without reason. Joy is measured, but fear is by the ton pounded into each thread of the carpet. Fear is gorgeous. Threatening lives is fun, but some may decide to return…
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The Photographer 2
She unmasked devotion in a tight blush spreading towards a pulled down hat. The slush slipped when they were waltzing against the
crush of winter wind sighing a prolonged hush. Her equipment folded beneath her chair except the camera employed to share a previously unmarked joy. The pair stopped their dance when they…
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The Photographer 1
Behind the fence at 6 am the drill breaks a tormented building cleared of will disclosed in shocks and groans from winter's chill packed in branded trucks responsively filled. She constructs her tripod with the building behind her back and slowly collapsing. Her eyes scan streets for images threading orderly between…