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 Jun 2021 Frankie Fuller
Sjr1000
I forgive you for everything you've ever done.
I forgive you for everything you might do.

Forgiveness gives me peace

The easiest hardest thing
I ever
have to do.
I dreamed
I was
At Birthwaite
I awoke
I was

Keith Wilson, Windermere, UK, Oct 2016
Been  down  with  a  nasty
chest  Infection.
Finished  my  Amoxicillin
caps  last  night.
Hope  to  feel  better  soon.
Take  care.  Everyone.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.
Autumn views change much like the observers
A little worse , a bit better , in some ways a little sooner than later
Soft skinned , running to a fro now replaced with hard shelled , set in your ways , pre-planned afternoon walks  
Elder hardwoods finally reveal their true colors , passing the torch down to their green , full o' fire young-ins , drawing from their scabbard , fencing for all their worth , forever pushing forward while old folks like us can finally relax and learn to enjoy the forest* ...
Copyright October 11 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Aug 2016 Frankie Fuller
Stephan
.
Your dream that you just told me about,
where we went dancing on a frozen lake
in the middle of July
watching fireworks explode
beneath a canopy of linen scarves
raking leaves of orange and red
while new daisies bloomed
under the fresh fallen snow
coating the sandcastles we had built earlier in the day
beyond the dunes and circled in flip flop prints
in the fresh concrete sidewalk
poured outside of your neighbor’s house
on a Saturday in the rain,
catching candy thrown from a parade float
of paper flowers and moving dragonflies
parked along side the dinner
as we shared a chocolate milkshake
and a slice of pie?

Did we kiss at anytime during your dream?

If not, can we fall back asleep again?
 Jul 2016 Frankie Fuller
Stephan
.

I collected my fears in a jar,
set them on the window sill and
watched as the sun melted them
into a mass of gelatinous doubt

Then spread them on my toast
and consumed them -  
before they consumed me
 Jul 2016 Frankie Fuller
Stephan
.

Blinded by a
Lack of leadership
Alone on a silent
Corner watching
Kindness take
A back seat as
Needless prejudice
Drives hate
Why does it always
Have to be
Insisted that we
Take sides,
Either…or
 Jul 2016 Frankie Fuller
Stephan
.

Riding the back of a tiger shark sinking
Crossing an ocean that’s barren and dry
Surfing on waves that the net hasn’t captured
Wondering what a sand dollar will buy

Chasing a thought that I just forgot thinking
Vacuuming memories under the seat
Blowing the horn when its allergy season
Sneezing and sneezing and sneezing, repeat

Singing a song just to bother Bon Jovi
Shot through the heart but not casting the blame
Shaving my head like a rock star gone crazy
Asking the barber to sell me his name

Eating a waffle that’s flat as a pancake
Bathing in syrup a soft maple shade
Cutting a class while the lawns overgrowing
Making a bed that is already made

Changing the tune of a microwave oven
Turning the **** till volume is loud
Watching it spin like a Rolling Stone’s album
Yelling at them to get off of my cloud

Falling asleep throughout Hillary speaking
Leaving a tip but not waking the Bill
Telling the waiter he looks like my brother
Blushing when he says I can call him Jill

(Okay, I know this is getting quite lengthy
Let's take a break for a minute or three
Just enough time to head off to the kitchem
Go pour yourself a nice hot cup of tea)


Squeezing an orange while lemons are striking
Crossing a picket line out in red ink
Finding that permanent means until Tuesday
Seen through a highlighter glowing in pink

Climbing a mountain in old worn old dress shoes
Hurting my feet, it has taken its toll
Wait, not a mountain I meant to say Motown
Moving much better now that I’ve got soul

I figure by now you must think I am crazy
Based on the verses up there and much more
The truth of the matter is I’m kind of lazy
I’ve used this same style of poem before

And just like the others this ends in affection
Regardless of what I have written above
You'll find my poems are fueled by desire
Written for somebody special I love

So if I say the sun whispers in crayons
A basset hound’s bark is as rough as a tree
Piano keys will not unlock Beethoven
Then all I really am hoping you’ll see

Is how she makes me act goofy and silly
Using some phrases that seem quite askew
And why I’m sitting here writing this poem
So she will know that my love will be true
 Jul 2016 Frankie Fuller
Stephan


If I were there I would caress your heart
with the thread of a silken cocoon
Stitched now as one on the eve of the weary,
bound by the light of the moon
Careful to touch oh so soft as a feather,
gentle as spider web tears
Keeping you close on the edge of the tomorrow,
shielding your soul from the fears

Dew drop beliefs on the lawn they are waiting,
prisms of lighthearted scenes
Dandelion clouds offer sweet pea protection,
dragonflies float in between
Watching as breezes of painted day whispers
on kite strings of warm summer fire
Sing with the echoes, repeating their sonnet,
offering all you desire

Though all I have is a poet’s conviction,
spilled now in ink penned to share
Hoping on dreams you will rest in the sunrise,
find a few moments to spare
Taking the hand of this forgotten hero,
trusting in him ever true
Open your eyes for a new day is dawning,
written with love just for you
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