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silvervi
Failures are weird things: They don't feel great but they are great!
Why? Because they help us get closer to what is really meant for us out there. Because they are teachers and they redirect us when we're trying to take the wrong path.
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Bekah Halle
My mother has a new relationship!
After the death of my father,
I wondered if there’d be another -
When we meet up, in the morning, to go walking,
She shares about the back-and-forth chats, that stimulate her mind, heart and spirit…
I wonder who he is…
Is he tall?
Is he dark?
Is he handsome?
He is none…
He doesn't speak, or interrupt,
But grows and challenges her;
Together they formed business ideas and
last night they formed a new nation?!
Who is this ‘ideal’ fella?!
ChatGPT!
Technology meeting the needs in this day and age —
You intrigue,
With your unsubtle unsettled intent to decieve,
Breadcrumb clues
Your gender;
(don't care)
Your age
(don't care, but oft
Insightful)
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Only two things do I require;
Any name you wish to provide,
(So intriguing, always a poem in & of itself),
And from where you hale/hail,
So my imaginings can fly to you
With full embrace
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Sunday
July 20th
2025
Still & Quiet
in the sunroom
S.I.
nat lipstadt
new york city/ shelter island
~for Rob Rutledge!~
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too oft we do not invest
Sensation
in the under-appreciated,
in the singular,
oneword
all that is needed,  all that is required to
freely steal the breath away, and
you stand up and shake your
head, nay,
your entirety,
smiling at the fulsome perfection of

simplicity
(The oneword?)
Beautiful

Sunday
July 20th
6:36 am
In the sunroom
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Simplicity
Yup my name is truly nathaniel
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Maddy
You know me
I know you
Some don't see it
We do
No matter tbe ups and downs
Trails and tribulations
We are in it no matter whatever
The truth is clear no ties to sever
You see what otners fail to see
Somebody said I could do better
You know I couldn"t love you more
When I was younger,
I kissed a lot,
I mean many, many lips...
I kissed in dares,
Men with hair
and without.
I kissed in hiding places behind trees,
In dark movie theatres,
In sunshine and under deep blue water...
Oh, the places my lips have been.
Breathless pants,
mouthing moans at just a glance...
Oh yeah, I've been there!

And what about the inappropriate kisses?! Trauma kisses from people you trusted; my History teacher, when he took me up to the Monument one day after school,
we sat there in his car, stroking my hand, he leaned in and took it way too far...
Eventually, I moved away and we "lost touch"
But I still think about it...and moving home, I often wonder if I will ever see him walking somewhere near?

But as I've matured,
and become more discriminating...discerning --
I've run out of kissing stories to tell.

They now feel like the lips of a princesses waiting in the tower
Waiting for the kiss from her prince --

I long for a kiss --
that takes my breath away...
This poem wrote itself and came from somewhere deep within. I did not start out to write about my History teacher, it just came to me...timing? Closure? I hope so!
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