tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42219253847954239462012-02-16T01:38:55.791-05:00A sampling of work...Tina Trivetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02825552421880291545noreply@blogger.comBlogger1241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221925384795423946.post-45674256167116985182012-02-08T13:39:00.002-05:002012-02-08T13:49:56.544-05:00

The clocks grew loud againTheir chimes echoing in the hallNo longer cloaked in the shrieks of childrenthe squeaks of toyspiano scalesThe floors stay shiny mirrorsAlthough my secret always wishI want to see just one small footprint by the dooror random flour dropsfrom rainy day cookiesSpray bottle on the dresserfull of monster-be-gone,good for closets and dark hidey spotsHurts could be soothed

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There's a closet full of bones andmy mind is skipping stonesRandom thoughts of a long long time agoHow you cradled him so near'cause he was your baby dearWith a song, so tender sweet and lowThere's a hazy distant placewhere I always see your faceAnd death is just a word in a bookWhen I want to see your grinI just travel back againSkip some stones, close my eyes and take a look

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flat screensrice and beanssecondhanddesigner jeansnew age poorjersey shoresorrow at theliquor storetap waterwall street foddertell it to thejunk mans daughterraised fistnation pissedsell your stuff oncraigslist#Occupybattle crypeople barelygetting by

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I wish I was a pillof your choosingYou could swallow meand I could make you happy instead

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skin wrapped in barbed wirethe sky is surely fallingtalons grab my shoulderswon't lift me to a higher plane

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I need a chaserSomething cold and sweetto mask the tasteof the bitternessI've been holding

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your fist is your couragethe pain is your gloveall day for battlebut no time for love

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i found a photo in the yard this morningof an old lady with a kind facethe edges were jagged and wornand it told a long storycarried on the winds like a kiteit came to rest by my yellow rosesit was kept in a family bible or a dresser draweran album or a shirt pockettaken out occasionallyto caress and rememberI hope she finds her way home

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parents of musiciansare a patient lotwith a tender earand a soft heartinspire, encouragetheir children to bemakers of musicmaestros of peace

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Ra is glistening across the duneseach grain of sandindependentof the otherseach realizinghis own importanceher own potential

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I hope all are safe from the terrible flooding. Please check in if you are able. My prayers go out to the families who are suffering in this.

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Outside the walls of rhyme and meterSmiling at sunsetsCalling for crowsWaltzing in the dewUsing the good crystal for orange juice andSoaking in hot baths...But here in this poetry placeWe miss youHere, where we huddle at long tablesHeads bowed, shoulders slumpedScratching ink onto paperWorker ant scribesStriking a match with our wordsA candle to light the way...Into this poetry placeSo we can

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as the coyote clan howlsa smile sweeps acrossinside the screensi am a safe observerthey creep to water's edgecrunching leavestracks in the sand, for usto find in morning

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shadows like a dusty tomblace and cobwebs fill the roomwidows tatting fills her hoursperfumed wrist gardenia flowershusband in a silver framenever coming home again

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set the clocks back an houruse the time to dotmy eyes and cross my teatalk with old friends whohad left the roomtie knots in silk ribbonsaround my waistgypsy swirls andfloating tressesdance until the futurecatches up with me

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dark plaited hairmoonlit and shiningslid down her backin beautiful reposewatching the hakamen bravely dancingbodies loud andshowing the strengthof a maori love song

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it wasn't our faultthe two of uswe followed the rulesobeyed our elderssaid our prayersit wasn't our faultthe pair of uswe tried to forgetthe tortureof the every dayit wasn't our faultchildhood duplicityno onepicked us upand ranit wasn't our fault

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Momma screams in silencefor the granddaughtersthat filled her heartand these roomswith laughterThe pain of separationis too much to bearso she lies in the cloverand goes to sleep withpennies on her eyes

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The elder diedthe people criedringleader of the poets tribeCollective gasphe'd lost his grasphis words belong now to the pastIf we had knownthe seeds were sownthat he was only ours on loanJust one more daymore time to playbefore he had to go away

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Paul Terry SquiresNovember 19, 1963 – July 27, 2010His mark has been leftindelibleincredibleraging onWe hope forone morescrawled lineof infinite wisdomGingataos battle cryshouted from the four corners...Rage on!Rage on!Rage on!Rage on!2 glasses left on the table, kind sirSalute

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Fly into your sunsetbaby boy with eyes of goldDon't forget your mommaand the things that you've been toldDon't forget whose arms have held youwhen the storms grew nearDon't forget the ones that love you...them that hold you dear

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Your days are fullof climbingand shootingand crawlingand sweatingand cryingand counting daysMy days are fullof watchingand waitingand wonderingand pacingand cryingand counting days

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Watchful eye andnervous nellyClothes are washingSatisfied bellyFolded arms andget back hereBaby songsin the rocking chairSmell the scentof infant skinBecause of youour lives beginDrops of joy anddrops of painSliding downyour cheeks againLove so wideso big, so deepTuck the children into sleepGolden cordthat reaches throughKeeps your childrenclose to you

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I'm happily holding in my hands, the first official 'book' that has my poetry in it. My complimentary copy arrived today. A beautiful book titled, Psychological Poems : Journal of Outsider Poetry - issue number one - Richard M. Patel, MD & Raquel Miller. They have included 2 poems: Depression & Bottle Tree.~"Stephen Dunn in "Walking Light," predicted how Outsider poetry might look today: "

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stagger in a straight lineand row the boat to shoretwist some lemon in a glasspick sand up off the floorwaves will lull you, tides will pull youbrown skin lustre shinedo some magic, life is tragictake what isn't mine

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difference makersrisk takersfathers of the beatwithcigar box guitarssmiling handsanddirty feet

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time...split, quartered, halvedstretched, compactedshared, stolenlonged for, wished awayticking, tickingsun shines on monolithsgears turn with precisionlines scribbled in a cellpin-up birthdays on the wall

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rain streaked picture windowframes the Dali street lightswith neon Warhol vacancyumbrella toting Monet figuresglide past hurriedlyunder van Gogh's hidden crescent moon

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Take awayall the sorryand thewhat did I doTake it backall the worryand thecan't tell the truthBox it upall the uglyall the messand the liesSend it offto a sad placethat I knowin your eyes

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a childhood riteto swim with friendssplash and playdog paddlemiss lily white attitudesaysi don't liketo share my waterskin's too darktoo many of youdon't come backhere's your refund

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Ceramic dogs eternally sit upon the mantleLustre prisms dangle in the airOverstuffed everything with lace pinned on53 glass birds roost on a tableVictor sits confusedon a fringed stoolplaying the pianobisque babiescovering the topShe wants the right to voteyet to livein her feminine worldof velvet curtains and velvet cake

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Acquainted with sufferingshoulders hold the worldBent with their worriesno room for her ownSearching for exit signsabove doorwaysAnd trapdoorsin hallwaysShe came in somehowThere has to be a way outof thisand that

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Green GreenSea of GreenSilence stretchesMiles betweenWhere is fairnessWhere is truthMarching bravelywith our youth

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Up in armsand out of breathRunning, skippingcheating deathThey'll unlockthe iron doorCross the lineand kiss the floorFeels the heatupon his skinNever togo back again

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(For Louise)She stays with himon a familiar pathThe trees are the samejust slightly more bentShe climbs the hickoryand surveys her horizonUpon descent, she curlsher fingers around hisFinds her footprintsfrom before she criedand keeps walking

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Our friend Bob Church passed away on April 29th. Bob was an amazing soul. My heart feels hurt. Hard to write right now, but I plan on a tribute to him in the near future. Please keep his wife Louise and his family in your prayers.

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I am old skool rapand faded jeansTrolling the beachand gathering thingsI am worn too thinI am walking proudI am desert dustI am screaming loudI am looking outI am looking inI am calling chiefsI am rusty tin

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Sisters stroke the violinEmbroidered in their crinolineWhalebone hoops enforce the cageAdding to their quiet rage

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What do they call yousmiling glad lady?And who breaks your breadfor the feast?Minstrels see youreyes twinkle andyour throat purrWho will claim your handand your heart?

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and in the end, we hold our headsand fly into the bluea solo flight, of pure delightmagnificent and truepain is left on ocean floorand as we take our bowthe final act, is what we thoughtwe're swimming in the now

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A memory comes out of the shadowsHer father shooting diceon the checkered linoleum floorIvory cubes bouncing off of the stoveLanding by her kneesBaby just got anew pair of shoes

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Bronze fountainheadscannot go back homeand dance again with the otherson sunshining daysin the Summer Palace

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I'm off on a 2 week hiatus to gather with family. I'll catch up on all the poems when I return. Happy writing all. :)

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Big brother TALLBig brother STRONGYou protected usStood up for usComforted usLoved usMade us feel safein a world out of controlNow I want to stand up for youTo comfort you and love youI want to tell you that it will be okayThat I know how you feelThe pain so deep, so raw, so burningyou just want it to endBig brother TALLBig brother STRONGI love you

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The hawk is piercing the airwhile a bitter wind blows leavesacross the waterYellow and orange floaterscover bloodroot patchesPockets full of wild licorice leavesNovember palette makes one thinkof wool coats and quilting beesThe smokehouse is full of venisonThe shelves gleam with jars and crockswhile herbs hang from racksQuieting the Earth and the soul

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Strolling after supperdown porch lined lanesMrs. Malone is laughingher apron discarded for the nightSwings creaking andteacups in saucersMr. Johnson is pulling weedsfrom the cracks in the walkChildren fresh from their bathsput fireflies in pickle jarsA gentleman in a wicker chairwaves a transparent handThe scent of Gardeniawelcomes us home

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running down the hot sidewalk2 coins jingling in his pocketanticipation of orange sodahis own bottle, just for himshaved head reflects the sunshoes slapping, coins jingling anticipating

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october noon and all is wellthe poplar hides the whippoorwillthe pansies rest their pretty headsamong the scattered flower bedssumac berries staining clothessilken petals on the rosegoldenrod lets down her hairautumn hanging in the air

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like a false resolutionyou promised the worldkept nothingand moved onslithered your wayback to the hot sandand beachesthe place whereyou're always young

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A cold linoleum danceacross the kitchen floorBelly swollen under her gownundulating waves of lifeTelling stories to a beloved strangerof fairies and queens and the bakers manVoice is soothing and calmundulating waves of life

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The Army has finally arrived Hide under my petticoats little one Momma will keep you safe Bury the silver and free all the horses Nevermind the clothes on the line Find the few men that are left The old and infirmed will fight the battle Their feeble attempt marked in history They'll burn the corn crib They'll burn the barn They'll sip muscadine wine out of Grandmothers crystal They'll break

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Look down into the well, black water stillOur reflections own us and we themAn oil portrait in gray and heatherI see you laughing, beer in your whiskersCigarette dangling from your stained fingersExplain to me the meaning of life, your lifeHow you stayed cold and indifferentamidst a sea of children and laughterHow you never came out to play

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I ambarefeetpainted toenailsmost daysbut tonightit's stockings and high heelsperfumed places you'lleagerly discoversoft bits waitingfor caresslace covering skinthen slipped awayover shouldersand thighssilken veils underhenna colored candlesshadows dance upon the blue wallhaving no shame in what they are about to do

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The lowly acorn on the forest floorScattered amongst the twigs and fernsWho is to knowwhat lurks insideit's thoughtsunder it's cap...an immense Oak providing shade...a marriage proposal on a Spring day...2 boys will become blood brothers under her limbs,providing nourishment and strengthto the tree and each other...a black man will swing from a ropefor being black...initials carved and tire

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Wearing jackets made of dustPowdered memories raining downHands clenched to briefcasesBakeries and diners turned bomb sheltersPanic in the streets and in the fieldsWe were all covered in dustand we trembled the samethat blue sky morning

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She stepped upon the windowpaneand gently spread her wings againA leap of faith and off she flewleaving all that she once knewShould have done this years agovalleys curve and run belowMountains etched upon the skyshe always did know how to flyShe let her soul out of the jarspirits carried her afarOrange tipped and powdered wingsensitive to everything

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Saturday, a special soul was called home to her maker. Someone I was proud to call friend. Olive Riley, I will always treasure you...http://worldsoldestblogger.blogspot.com/2008/07/rip-olive-riley.htmlhttp://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25668181/

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Someone posted a link to the site of Denise Low, Kansas poet. I can't recall at the moment which blog it was. I'd like to give them credit. She posted an article written by Jay Parini, that I thought was exceptional. I think it is a 'must read' for every poet...Why Poetry Matters

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She sits beside herselfknitting a shroud of worryThe news sprang out of nowhereFrom his lips to Mothers earsEnlist? When? Why?Let's talk about this sonYou've already decided?Please at least wait until Novemberso we can maybe get an idea of....there's a war going on son.....you are a grown man now son, and.....we support you...we love you..we need youWE NEED YOU!!!!Her heart is a lump in her

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Painting by Rick Mobbs She always seemed like an angel to meHer warm meals turned winter into summerHer constant smile an aging reminderTo laugh readily and heartily, no matter the pain"Have a taste my dear. You always tell the truth."

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Painting by:Rick MobbsKrishna kissed the sun todayA fiery embrace in watercolor hazeHis skin held stars and blue skiesLovers held each other until darkDragon smoke will lure the childWearing her magical garments

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Her skin was buttermilk soft nestled in his neck,as she lay there trying to imitate his breathing.Thoughts float in the breeze from one subject to the next.Curtains rustle and windchimes sing.Frogs and crickets conduct a symphony.A velvet sky holds priceless diamonds,that an unknown jeweler has placed there.The universe smiles and nods in approval.

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This is from the readwriteprompt challenge.when I watch youunfurl, unfold, turn your face to the skyinfant eyes turned kaleidoscopestrees wave to you as you go bysister of the earthdaughter of the wind(Free is my Granddaughter)

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Waking up draped in Italian linens with ornate laceworkTea will be served in tiny porcelain cups on the ivy covered verandaor in the library, surrounded by his leather and paper and mapsBathed in the sun of a Spanish morningThe aroma of romance still lingers on her skin,as he walks through the door

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Acouba...Taken from homes distant shore to be tossed in the deep waves.Her children left to cry for a mother they'll never see again.Breasts hang heavy and low, not able to feed her own baba.She is taken to a strange place, full of faces from many tribes.All of them so beautiful, so brave....so scarred, so scared.Here she will care for the wit children.Sometimes she pretends that they are her

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Don't be surprised to discover itTake it in your hands and mold itMake of it whatever you willOnly your artistic hands can craft thisFeminine curves, a worthy vesselFoundation solid as the baked clayAn astounding work of art

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Love can be tough and sinewyLove can be tender and sweetLove can be hard ironLove can be soft talcum sprinklesLove can be...

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Mashing her thoughts togetherlike last nights potatoesShe stays too long in the past againStaring at nothing and seeing everythingAnalyzing her own weak conditionBottles whistle and shine on the treeCobalt instruments of the windKeeping away the troubled spirits

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Spreading your words like a sweet icingGlossing over her pain with the same tired prosePut on display in a shiny window, thenboxed up and tied with twineGiven to her as a giftOne she's received one hundred times beforeShe has no need to unwrap them nowIt's become easy to quote gifts verbatimBinding the gift horses mouth,she can't wait to feel like a woman again

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Hold your tongue, my dearestSpeaking will only ruin this momentSuns are exploding behind my eyelidsStars are miniscule inside my mindTo let them go is a wonder, that only you can releaseTo keep them stored, an abominationMy dearest, hold your tongueLet your waves wash over my shoresSoothing tides replenish my loveThe moon pulls you towards meHolding lunar thoughts of us entwinedMy darling, hold

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I held your hand and read you Psalms.The room smelled sterile.You smelled sterile.What happened to your smell?The one I remember from your hug?The smell of your coat and your hat.The machine is beeping,while your hand is growing colder.My thoughts are deep.Where were you at that moment?In the place between awake and asleep?The place we all wonder about.I look across the bed at my sisters, your

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Depression never leavesAlways clinging to your last drops of good spiritYour last bits of happinessTurning your own world against youTearing your life from your gripJust when you think you have it beatIt beats you

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Three crows flying North to SouthShadows cast on fields of greenEvery day they hurry byFloating in a lineA trio of orderNo time to stop and chatI lean forward in my rockerStraining my ears to hearOnce in awhile a brief hello escapes their beaksSo Clever

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4,000 funerals4,000 empty beds4,000 vacant chairs at the table4,000 voices silenced8,000 mourning parentsThe numbers grow higher each day

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My heart is with the Willow treeWhose limbs hang heavy and lowAn arching frameArcs of greenIf by the water, magicalIf by the graveyard, fittingOf all the trees of which to claimMy love it is the Willow tree

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Burrowing in other peoples belongings(an invader in a foreign land)Clammoring for delicate china(the set Aunt Mary served Thanksgiving on)Tightly grasping feedsack quilt tops(the ones Grandma never quite finished)Boxing up the Waterford crystal(that Cousin Grace collected for years)Leafing through antique poetry books(that lulled a thousand children to sleep)Pieces of them go awayone box at a

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She grew her herbs in a windowsill..the sun overstayed its welcome thereMacrame owls with wooden eyes..hung by loops holding ivy and aloeRecycling before it was 'the thing' to do..newspaper stacked neatly by the doorPatchouli lingers in the breeze that's..coming in the screen, blowing across the basilWoodsy smell of cannabis and tea..scents combined to create a signature

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In utero, only ten weeks alongTwo boys fought bravely to liveNot surprised by the pair, as I had twin boys alreadyMother is a twin, Father is a twin, numerous sets of cousin twinsNever could I have imagined that I would lose your brotherMy twinless twin, your brother is with you in your soulHe will be with you all of your lifeYour reflection in the mirror will be his way of assuring you he has

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When stairways wound to leaded glassAnd deep Oak stain glowed red with ageWine is slumbering below in luxuryHearty laughs have echoed loudCotillions and silk and dreams of the richA girl makes her way to the windowOne last goodbye before she goesShe certainly didn't choose to be born hereShe gathers up her luggage and slips quietly out the door

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Her house has that familiar smellThat takes your breath awayThe warmth of Mothers arms againTo keep the wolves at bayFaces looking just like mineAre smiling in replyTales are told, babies heldWe laugh until we cryGoing home is deceptiveNot all is as it seemsFactories forever loomingNo promises or dreamsThe neighborhood now seems fadedHer colors turned down just a hueThe taverns are full, the

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A man stepped out from among the crowdDemeanor calm, his voice was loudHe said great things are yet to beHave faith in you, have faith in me

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Shaking the stardust out of her hairShe had safely made it to the other side againTime traveling had become her latest obsessionWearing period clothes, she strolled along the avenueParasol in one hand, gloves and pocketbook in the otherHer hands traced patterns on Russian enamel vasesA massive bronze statue of Diana stared down at her whilea fountain splashed and danced in the backgroundShe stood

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Mrs. Cook wore her hair swept up in a bunHer dress covered in a long apron Wide brim hat when she was out in her gardenHusband came home smelling of whiskey every daySister and I would visit her when he was at workKindly and small and ancient to meHer face wore the lines of a thousand yearsTiny house kept tidy and warmOnly to turn into a shack when I reached adulthoodShe was laid to rest on a

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The salty air does nothing to calm her darkest fearsShe waits upon the cliff-top, seems like it has been yearsHer home provides a widow's walk, but that would mean defeatAnd so she waits along the shore, the waves keeping the beatStraining her green eyes afar, to spot a distant sailTownsfolk think his ship went down, in a sudden galeShe reaches for a locket that she wears around her neckShe

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She had a twinkle in her eyeA diamond sparkling in an azure seaHer laugh was infectiousLike a cool jazz piece in New OrleansShe could keep a secretLike a child holding tightly to a dreamWe could act ourselves togetherLittle girls holding buttercups under our chinsShe left the world a giftA blessed son, her little warriorHe holds her brilliance in his visionAnd keeps her close to those that

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The world erupted from dark to lightEverything I knew was turned inside outHolding you now in the crook of my armSmiling down on your soft countenanceSweeping lavendar scented curlsA tiny pink nightgown hangs on the lineShe'll call me Grandmother

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Waiting, Waiting, Waiting...for dainty handsfor long eyelashesfor twirls in mirrorsfor bows and sashesfor silver rattlesfor shiny curlsfor slumber partiesfor giggling girlsWaiting for your birthday presence

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Brick lined streets will take you back to where I'm from.Mennonite bonnets shading sparkling eyes, that dance to the clip clop of horses.The Paletine near the Rhine holds secrets of the elders.Hushed religion forcing them to migrate.The Emerald Isle is a warm gem in my pocket.A treasure my soul wears for all to see.Will always remain part of who I am, although I've yet to touch her green

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Walking on eggshells which break without warning.Throw out the dark night, I'm a child of the morning.Sunlight that dapples, grass laden with dew.Crows yell for breakfast in golden red hue.Waves on the lake reflect violet sky.A chill to the air because winter is nigh.Yes give me the morning, throw out the dark nightKingfisher, chickadee, heron in flight

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I'll leave the porch light on for you,in case you come back home.You're always welcome here you know,no matter where you roam.I wish you luck, I really do.For you I want good things.Happiness and sense of worth,that's why I gave you wings.

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The soldiers came to GazaTo carry out their brothersAgainst the law, they saidHomes will be bulldozedThe soldiers came to GazaTry to remain peaceful and kindHand them water, carry the TorahThere's crying in the synagogueThe soldiers came to GazaFathers wail to a God theyThink has abandoned themAnd hold their childrenThe soldiers came to GazaMothers pointing fingersShouting curses, Shame on youHat

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Soaring like an eagle but your youngtoes are still stuck in this red clayI think your conscience faded in therearview mirror as you raced offBlind anger and rage that always seemsto bubble up out of nowhereSlowly replaced with long forgottenmemories of old quarrels and spiteWords are slaps that cannotbe taken back...cannot be soothedEasier for you to stay away if love is pushedaside constantly

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Olive Riley is a wonderful galAt the age of one hundred and eightShe tells the world her interesting talesAnd the world just thinks she's greatShe keeps a blog with the help of MikeShe even makes videosShe sings her songs so beautifullyAustralias darling roseA horse who drank beer, a schoolyard fightWhatever the story may beShe'll make you smile, she'll make you laughDear Olive, how we love thee~

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Tiny hands they close the boxInsuring its safe keepHe hides it underneath his bedAnd soon he'll drift to sleep Dreaming of all his treasuresThat he carefully tucked awayThe pinecone, pebbles & mussel shellsHis great finds of the day So sleep my sweet little angelAnd dream of calm ponds of grayOf puppy dogs and sailing ships...and little boys at play

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The little girl I left behind is a woman nowForm is rounded motherlyHeart has grown expansivelyKindness knows no boundariesBaby of the familyRemembering her tiny frameSmall arms wrapped so tightCheek to mine, she whispers closelyTiny secrets shared and keptKnow that you are loved

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Lick my wounds, hold on againMy time will have to waitHowls of pain soon quietedPushed behind the walls I've builtHidden behind this smile I wearThe garment everyone prefers

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Smokestack forestssprinkling gray ash onnew fallen snowWindow frostedwith abstract ice artLike feathery pick-up sticksmade of glassAll loosely piledone on top the otherCold radiating from the pane

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When it all came crashing downDust storms were pushing me back EastHeavy dark clouds have been hoveringLike being at the bottom of a black pondMister can you spare a dime?A hot meal is mothers milkManna comes with many facesA squeaky screen door orA boxcar full of toothless grinsMister can you spare a dime?The provider can't provideBut not for lack of tryingSoles wore thin and made of

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