Poetry

Woke

Aroused from slumber With your arms around me You kiss my neck I awaken And you disappear  And if I could just go back to sleep I could feel you so close to me again.

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Tomorrow

November 3 TomorrowIf you let yourselfGet in the carDrive through the nightAnd knock at my door,I’d fall into your armsMake love for hours.You’d make breakfast in the morningI’d do the dishesWe’d listen to musicAnd read the newsTalk about the presidentAnd plan to change the worldBut plant flowers insteadAnd after a dayOr twoOr a weekOr a…

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Utopia

October 28 Island where all becomes clear.Solid ground beneath your feet.The only roads are those that offer access.Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. The Tree of Valid Supposition grows herewith branches disentangled since time immemorial. The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It. The thicker the…

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Partial Lines About You

You are the shepherdWho found me wandering in the hills. The soldier who saved meFrom the rabble and crowd.

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Wow me.

I love that you still find a way toWow meSlay meWilt meWant meFill me withHopeDreamsLoveDesire Still. You find a way…To read all of my emails.

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Two Good Ones

Two Good Ones

She tries to writeBut, words won't come.Hundreds of terrible poemsAnd two good ones. This was my first paid poetry. I receive $1 from Quatrain.fish, a website that published one four line poem every day and paid the writers $1.

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Our Lady of Mercy

Our Lady of Mercy is where I hear God's voice.In the laughter of school childrenIn the dancing of the fountainIn the silence of the adoration chapelIn the Pastor's homily Our Lady of Mercy is where I speak with God's love.At the patient's bedsideAt the meeting in the activity hallAt the front of the classroomAt Mass…

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From 2008 There's a certain kind of lonelinessThat comes when you're with someonewho will never leave you alone.Who follows you everywhere andclings to you like a respiratorFor the dying. It creeps into your heartAnd makes a bed to sleep in every night.It dances with your other feelingsStepping on toes, discordantRuining every song with its chantFor…

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