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Flibber flabber

          Jibber Jabber

I see the

          Flubber shudder,

Only a periphery.

          From my distance

And my perspective

           Matters of such unimportance

Sunken, rotting

          At the bottom of the sea
My armor may be a bit rusty but I've won every battle with it.  Some people, sadly, get their only pleasure from trespassing, invading and hurting others.  I will consider myself fortunate, despite my scars, that I live my life... and only mine...not as a ****** hoarding stolen moments from others.        Pax
My gaze ascends over a hue of celery
officially labeled "yellow wax pepper"
but most definitely a gentle backdrop
holding securely the reminders
of all the love the world has given me.
My toothless, cow-licked, mussed-up babes....
perfect in every way.
Across the room
a single stem stands straight and tall
deep magenta peony
plucked and giddily gifted.
A token of sweet adoration
and a gentle reminder to receive love
when it is offerred.  
Under the canopy of my white tree
the green green leaves
comfort me.
A sanctuary, my own little world
in which I can listen
for the chatter and giggles
lose myself in wonder anew
awash in a world-true.
simple pleasures :-)
It started as a tickle
an unfamilar sensation
and built
to its culmination
the explosion
at first frightening
after the initial
shock and confusion
I realized
there are no limits to my
love
with immense gratitude-XO
I knew you before I ever laid eyes on you.
You were inside me since I was born.
You were in my heart since before you were born.
I remember how consumed I was wanting you
Before I received the gift of you.
Happy birthday my beautiful boy!
Oh please...
I've grown so tired of
your yipping and yapping,
random running from
stump to twig
leaving a trail of **** behind you-
desperate efforts to be wanted-
to belong.
But no marking allows you to possess
what doesn't belong to you.
All that you leave behind
your legacy
are piles of steaming waste
and stains dripping down bark and leaves
and that sour stench
creating the perimeter that constructs your cage
and leaves the rest of us to walk with
grace and love
in the unsullied home of our hearts.
this one's for me
I'll wait....
watch for you....

But you'll have to visit
in dream

I hope to hold your hand there


I miss you
Heavy heart full and wanting
Some people
just keep blowing hot air
like what they
think
or what they
say
matters
Pollution
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