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 Jan 2023 Darcy Lynn
Tita Halaman
Your spirit’s high, your tongue’s cold
My soul’s deep, my mouth’s bold
A gentle love we knew that once grew old
Floating on your waters, spinning above my road
Have you ever thought about me?
I sometimes tear up
I sometimes wonder...
A poem for a painting
Decades of religious searching
But it just did not quite take
Still San Francisco Zen
Lady of the Lake

I like the way French sounds
I've been to New Orleans
Florida is Ignorance
Rothko blues and greens

Democracy is demagogues
Turn off your huge tv
Tidal pools in Monterrey
And a quiet library

                  8773
I can't quite forget the foggy mist
Near the Golden Gate bridge
Blows through fast, doesn't last
The City is pretty at night

Hablo Espanyol, pero solamente un pequito
Maria y Elena
Santa Rosa
Santa Fe

California is Asian
Noodles
Dumplings
Dim Sum

I tried to show her
Sadness
New York City
Gunmetal grey

         Nothing Gold Can Stay
They don't really wanna learn
They mostly wanna fight
And Janey is the girl
Who I'll be with midnight

San Francisco Zen
Quiet in the flight
Exoplanets spin
Florida is fright

Irate Iowa
Berlin burning bright
Northbound 35
Texas 2 tonight

      Well, alright!
Tolstoy's struggle with God
Like 2 bears in one den.

Hello, Sophia, I'm Todd
Help ignorant American men

We need a little wisdom
Like Kyoto needed Zen

In 2023
And in 3710

                        Amen.
Another day
Another dollar
Another ray
Of sun dripping from the sky

Today I feel like I could almost
Catch it
Reach it
Distill it and
Drink it

But I’m not sure I am ready
Can’t tell if my heart is steady
Or wants to be steady,
I don’t know who’s driving
This mind of mine

It’s a compass-less captain
And a water-less field
A 3 foot mountain
a harvest with no yield

But I will be ok
I know I will
Be ok
I always am, I always will
It’s just taking more time for my heart to heal
Aimless words to try and make sense of a hard situation...
I've already said it but you deserve to hear praise twice
...and if you see in my poetry
I fancy myself God but compared to yours my poetry's just "nice"

Release me from your spell...you've got me drooling all over myself. It's not envy at all cuz you're on a way different level. Gem quality facets and brilliant bevels. To catch up to you I'd sell my soul to the devil.
Read Darcy.....this young poet is beyond the many dimensional universes that I can fathom
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