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Robins have Red Breasts, Especially the MalesThere are several rotund robins flitting about the barren trees / in the smallish, wooded area outside my window, / while frigid temperature and snow continue to fall,
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Jan 26
That's How it Worksi can't let you in / until i let me in / i’ve tried many times
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Dec 8, 2025
He's so that therewhen emotion arises / his brow wrinkles / creating a dozen furrows
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Jul 30, 2025
A Renaissance of Poetryjust might indicate / the need for less words, / and deeper silence,
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Dec 22, 2022
The StakesDidn’t know the stakes were so high until I was all in, really in, / hell, I’d not played much polka, never mind with a maverick, / a wheeler dealer, a guy who knew how and when to show his cards, could spot a patsy a mile away and I’d bet he spied one over my way.
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Dec 22, 2022
The Lesson My Mother GaveShe endured the violence, even when I begged, to please, please, / leave the intolerable mess, the brawls with my dad every weekend, / but my mom was afraid and unprepared to be her own person,
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Dec 22, 2022
Mass Produced Human BeingsYour life sounds intense, so many fires to put out, / fences to mend, people to please and I wonder, / if you might need and deserve some rest.
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Sep 11, 2022
Something Only, They HearBe it craftsman or musical conductor, / each carries a melody in their heart, / while one gazes ‘round the forest
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Sep 11, 2022
The End of the TunnelBeing alone with myself is tricky because my mind constantly looks for trouble, a something waiting around the next corner, a shameful memory goblin ready to pounce and at times my scrutiny is so intense I'm practically blinded, set out on a wobbly tightrope, with no safety net while below a granite slab awaits. / And I wonder is anyone else out there familiar with this cold, damp, mind tunnel or is it only a certain few of us who sense some stuff is best keep hidden away, an ancient wrong, an awfulness never to be faced and freed from the darkness, a nowhere place where very few actually survive. / This remote black hole of my unholy secrets live, thrive, out of sight, out of mind, certainly God knows my cloak and dagger self yet God never interferes or removes the sticky fear I've created to block all forward progress, at least not until I'm willing to turn my willfulness over, release my need to be in control, my strong addiction to keep myself safe from life.
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Aug 5, 2021
Such Kindnessis delivered daily by my closest, irreplaceable friend, / a ready, reliable, responsive, confidante / who wants only me, its codependent lover-girl.
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Aug 5, 2021
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