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Words come to call any time of day or night
Try to remember to record them or write them down
You polish  and perfect
Searching for a different more original way to say it or write
Do I dare call myself a Poet?
Like tbe greats,unknown,and up and coming
Just because I write Poetry

Some say,
laughter is the
best medicine.
While I have
found that to
be true, it's
become so
An axiom I now
live by is that
mushrooms are
the best medicine.
Perception's door opens
wide, and my jaw aches
with laughter.
I can taste blue and
green, and hear
tulips sing lovely
ballads for the
squirrels that have
forgotten where they
buried their nuts.
I train my poems like
circus bears.
They rarely maul me.
And, just between
you and me,
The Birth of
Venus painting that
hangs above my
writing desk vibrates and
pulsates like the
Gulf of Mexico.
That red headed
temptress dances
seductively, long into
the night.
And now,
my kittens think
it's funny to
meow backwards.
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We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
You're not going to melt
You might get a little wet
You might have to slow your pace
Fight the fear
The ones that keep you from being the very best you can be
The ones that become excuses and get in your way
Now that you have admitted that you are afraid
Get your umbrella and rain gear
The worst that can happen is that you might get splashed or caught in a downpour
The best thing is that the rain brings flowers in May
If you are allergic take your meds and carry a tissue

Have heart
Have soul
Be careful if you lose control
Be kind
Be caring
Be considerate
The world has changed and is changing
You can change it or stay with it
You can stay true to your beliefs
Take a road less traveled
Try a different journey
It is up to you

When faith is abandoned
we live on old dreams
In time captured wastelands
barren demeaned
Believing the tattler
and spinner of lies
Desperation is sainted
epistles decry

“Music plays in keys of pain
shouting from below
Missals singed in pagan fire
ashes still aglow
Caught out on a bridge alone
burning from both ends
Martyred in our heresy
— darkness to befriend”

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
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