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 May 2016 LJW
Stephan
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*Tell me what you’re thinking,
what you would like to read
Any thought that’s on your mind
you'd like my pen to bleed

I’ll write about the sunset,
an ocean by the shore
Or even write you one about
the band aid in my drawer

A poem of a flower
or a fashion magazine
A cat who rips your curtains
and the color tangerine

I’ll write about a lover,
the one who broke your heart
Or pen a little ditty bout
a car that wouldn’t start

I’ll write about the mountains,
a slowly flowing stream
A nightmare that your sister had
while you enjoyed a dream

I’ll write about a comet,
perhaps a shooting star
Something that is very near
or some place that is far

I’ll write about October
and write December too
Halloween or Christmas Eve
either one will do

I’ll write about a forest
that has so many trees
Or a tiny butterfly
just floating on the breeze

A poem on the weather
as rain falls from the skies
A perfect sunny morning
when you open up your eyes

I’ll spill some ink on darkness
as black as it can be
A monster swimming in the deep
beneath an angry sea

I’ll write about affection
those desires that you feel
Twilight with the one you love
and everything that’s real

A stanza of a bluebird,
so precious on the wing
Or even write a poem bout
a giant ball of string

Tell me what you’d like to read
and in a little while
I’ll write for you a poem
with the hopes to make you smile

So now I’ll sit here waiting
for what you might suggest
For you deserve a poem
because you are the very best
 May 2016 LJW
Stephan
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*What ever happened to fairy tale endings
When did the sun bring the cold winter chill
Why are kind gesturers an act of  pretending
How did our heartbeats become ever still

Where is the joy that we found ourselves sharing
Happiness falling on much darker days
Meadows of flowers now weeds never caring
Blue skies are hidden behind sorrowed haze

Dreams slowly scattered on desolate oceans
Washed up on shore as the sandcastles die
Tossed overboard with the weakest emotions
Salt coated tears the horizon does cry

Once perfect mornings now afternoon weary
Gazing on edges cut sharp by the storm
Forecasts are sent in a poem that’s dreary
Standing afraid as the thunderclouds form

Hiding our eyes behind last April’s fashion
No cotton fabric for sale on the rack
Finding that drab is our lone source of passion
Marked down for clearance way out in the back

When did we give up on promises pending
Taking a place after push comes to shove
What ever happened to fairy tale endings
What ever happened to forever love
 May 2016 LJW
James M Vines
God has a golden chariot that glows with his divine light. It comes down to reclaim the forsaken and the abused. When little children are lost because of the wickedness done by others, he sends his chariot to carry their souls home. The wonder of the divine light cannot be seen with human eyes, but it has come more than once. It took away Elijah and was seen by Ezekiel, so it is spoken of and it must be true. Because God so loves little children, what else would he do.
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