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 Aug 2015 Bharti Singh
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If I find you gone,
Then I would better be a recluse,
Gone in reclusion.

Neither a monk nor a priest I'll be,
But I'll simply be an ascetic,
These words are not a bit unwise.

They would not find me unhappy,
Because smiling I always am,
Thanks to you I smile perpetually.
Again exclusively for my youthful enamorata.

-by Drona

My HP Poem #893
©Atul Kaushal
 Aug 2015 Bharti Singh
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• let the
ticks on
my wri-
st•mirr-
or   that
of     my
pulse    •
for  what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
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••••••for••••••
with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let  slip
the  loo-
se   gra-
ins     of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al  gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•
Home Is Where The Heart Is

Home is where the heart is
But my hearts no longer home
So I'll pack my bags and move away
To go find what I need most

I never want to look back
On all that could have been
I'll turn the page on this book of life
A new chapter will begin

I hope one day you'll understand
What I have to do
Move away from my home town
And start out someplace new

I never thought there'd come a time
When I would walk away
From this town where I grew up
And know I'll be okay

They say home is where the heart is
But my hearts no longer home
So I'll pack my bags and move away
To go find what I need most

Home is where the heart is


Poem by : Carl Joseph Roberts
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After many years in Ohio it seems my soul is calling me to another state. At 50 years old and with working in Law Enforcement for 27 years as well as private sector and flipping houses, it is now time to enjoy life a little more. At 50 I'm sure I'll still be doing something, just not sure what. Flipping homes seems to have been my passion these past 10 years so maybe that. Maybe something else that the man upstairs has planned for me.   I think for me it's just time to start chapter two.
Of the many girls i thought loved me
she stands out boldly.

She knew how to weave
herself into elusive

raise the bar
just when i thought i reached her

quietly recede
when i picked up speed

use my gift
to give me a lift

remind what was hers
was in my purse

convey
her generosity was a day away.

As i recall
she took my all
and left me a wreck.

She was my Miss Take.
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