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Dead grass crunches beneath our feet
Wild onion rules the breeze
Winter arbors lay exposed and barren
Gravel roads are hard packed , abandoned
Capricious Blackbirds hold their power line
perch , day runs quiet across the frozen earth* ..
Copyright September 15 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
he had a certain kind
of glow
to his love

it shone out of him
like rays
of
sunlight
warming the skin

as it saturated
him;
his gentle spirit
spilled
like
drops
of
sunshine
upon our faces

his eyes
held
daylight
so beautifully

he could
light up the
whole sky
  Sep 2016 Micahel De Tomasso
Hannah
There must be more than this.
More than what lies
beyond the deep,
blue sky.
Where stars condense,
and collide.
Where glalaxies spin,
and multiply.
Where life blooms,
but never dies.
There must be more
than what lies
at the end
of an ordinary life.
"Scary thoughts are entering me. I don't know
where they're coming from, nor do i know what
it is.
My stomach is bubbling like an Alka- Seltzer
Fizz.
Thoughts are racing, my mind is increasing with
so many memories of yesterday.
Will my past stop allowing me to enter tomorrow?
This i can only pray.
Strength of the mind was taught to me years ago.
Teachings from my Father, and Military gave me
a life i'm very much proud that it shows.
Then why can an invisible power try to shake
the insides of me?
Can it be a portion of being lonely that i'm
refusing to see?
I must stay active to fight back this threat.
Stay closer to Family, and Friends, that would
be my best bet."
This was a feeling i had inside of me yesterday, but the gift of a
Poet sits with his or her thoughts then writes of how human problems
can be solved, not only for ourselves, but for all to see.
To the Lonely. It's only the last 12 words of this poem that just might
heal you.
God Bless,
Michael...
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