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This is not a common era

The trouble is threefold

Drinking from an empty glass

Opening the door to strangers

Walking along these jagged cliffs

If you tolerate this

Your children will be next
Alive
Too young to care
Busy with living loud
Born on the wind, my youth flew by
Quickly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read poetry from my new book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.

A cinquain is a form of poetry. 5 lines with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables.
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Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.
A poem for my lovely, lovely husband. Almost 25  years now.  He is a good soul that I so love and appreciate.
I carry worlds within my chest,
silent storms I don’t confess.
A smile, a nod,a quiet plea,
hoping someone sees through me.
Footsteps stain the floor
walls know all our secrets—
no way to forgive.
If only I could stare into your deep blue eyes forever,
that I might get a glimpse into your soul.

If you'd dance with me once more,
so I can feel your hands on my waist.

And if you’d kiss me,
I'm afraid you'd make me believe in love.
If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.
I can't do brain
I can't do thoughts
I can't do friends
And I can't do smoking in parking lots

I can't do death
But I also can't do living

I can't do anything
Except for just giving
And giving
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