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Cynthia Jean
Poetry
takes on
a life
of its own
and has the inherent
unseen
connection
with all those
willing
to receive it.

To all those
wonderful
kindred spirits
out there
who take the time
to receive
what's in our hearts
and minds

who make us feel
so not
alone
.....

and though
what we say
may not be
profound
we are treated
with value

that we
belong.

Blessings

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js
Untitled
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js
Women are like cigarettes.

When I'm finished with each,
I think about the other
while I stare at
their butts . . .
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js
inert
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js
I think I need to
move, not
on, or
away from

anything

not fast, or
deliberately for

something

not past, or
beside

someone

I need to
move

because
I haven't in so long.
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Timothy Ward
winds    blow    ceaselessly
waters rush down rivulets
a      mountain     crumbles
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arham
Insomnia
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arham
I can't seem to fall asleep most nights
Even when I've turned off all the lights
Twelve always turns to two
And I keep thinking about you
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Ravanna Dee
We're all leaning towers.
Never quite perfect.
But still we are beautiful
with our own crooked defects.
We are all beautifully made... even if we happen to lean a bit. ;)
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Hannah
I saw you,
for the first time,
beneath the light of
the dancing moon.
Your eyes,
they flicker
so much brighter
than any star in
the midnight sky.
So bright,
I was sure
you were my sun,
and my whole world
revolved around you.
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Timothy Ward
sheets of rain pour down
cleansing the city again
i splash about town
Nothing like a good splish splash of puddle jumping in the rain to take one back to the fun of childhood :))
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