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 Dec 2016 bless
bones
Supercloud..
 Dec 2016 bless
bones
They said  'Above us,
rising soon,

will be a shining
supermoon,

with the sharpest
shine for years'.

We raised our blinds.
The sky closed hers..
Ain't nuffink quite like English cloud for spoiling occasions...
 Dec 2016 bless
bones
Wishes..
 Dec 2016 bless
bones
Lonely, like the ancient ocean
flooding fast upon the sand

past a fading line of footprints,
ankle deep in surf she stands

casting wishes on the water
like a sprinkling of snow,

light they land but moments after,
melt into the waves, and go..
 Dec 2016 bless
Emily Dickinson
1541

No matter where the Saints abide,
They make their Circuit fair
Behold how great a Firmament
Accompanies a Star.
When first I saw your ink on paper
It plucked me to do tender similar
I loved the way your thoughts did flow
It made my own words seed to sow

Brave and bold my thoughts you see
To try to be like greats the key
But when my ink well ran its course
Emily, my devoted force

Can I love you now in shadow?
My thoughts are past in sorrow
Just take it as the wind will blow
Handsome words that sometimes flow

Your memory will live on in me
And others too, as it should be
Thank you for the lovely words
Quivering flight like hummingbirds
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson
 Dec 2016 bless
Charity Warren
You said all the right things.
Oh, how I believed each honeyed word.
But you never meant the them did you?
I tried my best to make you smile,
But when things got hard you left me.
I gave my all,
And now im taking the fall.
You never had those wings.
You werent an angel at all,
But a spinner of lovely things.
Without the experienced sadness
of our soul, we would seldom
appreciate the fullness of joy;
when overcoming Life’s bedlam

and its numerous complexities,
our ability to possess vision
and real, practical solutions
come as our personal decisions

to willingly trust in The Lord,
are divinely realized. One day,
a clearer view or perspective
will be spiritually conveyed

to us, under the abundant grace
of God, as we seek… His face.
Inspired by:
1 Chr 16:11; Psa 105:4  and

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by
our tears once in a while so that  we can
see life with a clearer view again.
-Jinky Morrison

Author/poet, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
title found at Amazon (dot) com

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
 Dec 2016 bless
destiney dawn
Hopeless nights of our lungs giving out. Last July, you promised this would all stop.

But here I am. Grasping the bed sheets wondering where you are? Do you want to be with me?

When you're alone you call me and kiss my face. I give in again.

But tonight is different the despair had won this race of lies. I'm tired of competing when I'm never gonna qualify.
 Dec 2016 bless
Hannah
Melancholy
 Dec 2016 bless
Hannah
It's winter again.
That time of year
when I fall victim
to my hopeless
melancholy.
What eases the pain?
Pouring my soul
onto paper at 3am,
while you softly
sleep next to me,
completely oblivious
to the catastrophe
laying beside you
and of course,
alcohol.
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