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A Different Fair Poem
There is something seriously wrong with the local county fair. Is it the same for you or just me? The colors never seem as bright on signs or amusements. The food never tastes as good and the size of the grounds seems to close in on itself. Maybe it will be the size of a…
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Lights Poem
Some lights are more fun than others. Halo, orb, rainbow. A pleasure to see at a light show. Expected and meant to impress. Much preferred to what one sees before blacking out. An unexpected last jolt of visual feedback that only one person can see. *** Sunlight is wonderful on a mild day. A warm…
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Bent Poem
I do not know around what time it happened. When the shape came to be. It surely did not start this way. But the signs of it stretch backwards further than I can follow. An accidental outcome of the consequences. Of when I was bent in life. *** Forced. *** It was never a sudden…
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Released Poem
I let the dark pass by me. The color does not exist there. Devoid of all that might bring me joy. I don’t want that brush to belong to me. I have owned it before and the splinters remain under my skin. A momento to remember to not buy again no matter the shine of…
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Where have you been? Poem
I spy a plant on the side of a sidewalk. Covered in flowers both red and white like precious gems. Full and settled comfortably under the the late afternoon sky. Reflecting back the sunset in bisected color. Large and lush to speak of a long silent history. A journey I could never hope to know.…
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Saudade Poem
Saudade is waking up in the morning as a child. The gentle sound of mourning doves streaming through the cracks in the blinds as well as the golden sun. Weekends filled with boredom and hopes of the future. Dreams reflected in the shapes of the clouds and the blue of sky. No ties to the…
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Blessed Poem
Blessed are those that enjoy helping others. A loop that feeds into itself instead of eating its own tail. Those that are able to give and receive at the same time. Freaks of today’s society, rejecting the flow. To support and be supportive. Blessed are those that can grow and grow others. *** Blessed are…
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Doctors hate it! Poem
One trick to live a healthy life. Doctors hate it! The one clickbait that is accurate. Essential to comfort in life. Though not always a perfect cure all. The trick of seeking help when you need it. *** Doctors hate it because it keeps them busy. Nurse calling the doctor for the 4th time in…
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Retraction Poem
You always do this. A pattern I always fall for. A trick you know to pull. Either a fallout of my naivety or the consequences of your character. A history I fail to want to learn from. Behavior you feel little incentive to change. *** It starts with a promise. Telling me exactly what I…
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Teeth Poem
Almost everyone has had the experience. Feeling the wiggle of a tooth with the tongue. Suddenly teeth are falling out. Raining down like loose gravel pebbles left to pick up off the lap. A distressing dream. A common theme. *** What shapes the pattern? It could be the common history of losing teeth. It could…