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You told me stories
But never lies
You painted the tapestry
Of my mind
Rocking me to sleep in sunshine
Waking me up to see the moon bright
Look my love, look at it
Its a beaming lumen
Just like you
I smiled ever so lovely
Trying to match your face with mine
Hold me in your arms again
Like the paint that clings to art
Don't let me go
Please, dont let go
You changed my world
With your colors
Now I see what it all means
Photo prompt was a hand painted wooden rocking chair with dark blue sky and yellow sunflowers
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Traveler
Sometimes I neglect
To confess
But please know
I love you
With every last breath!
............
Traveler Tim
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Maddy
I have loved and enjoyed butterflies since I was a little girl.
The Monarch is my favorite
Today, after a COVID vaccine, she followed me home.
Loved the company since there's too much toxicity surrounding me
Many others as well
If the squirrel greeted me, and he knew his treat would come another day
Unsalted nuts in shells
Jif comes down his tree and makes eye contact with me
We don't want to lose Nature's wonders
A Monarch followed me home a greeting from Heaven
Father God, the great I Am
Here my prayers  

YAHWEH  Jesus the Alpha and Omega says the Lord, who is was and is to come
The Almighty Rev1:8
The Christ Jesus 1Timothy 2:5-6
Here my prayers

The Holy Spirit (everywhere ) Luke 3:16
The spirit of Yeshua the MessiahAct 16:7
The spirit of God, Romans8:9
Hear my prayers

Lord In moments of despair
Let me feel your presence everywhere
Guide me forward with healing and strength
May I find comfort the whole journey’s length

Every step forward Is a testament to my resilience
Fill my life with creativity imagination brilliance
Each day renew my heart with a joyful release
Give me the courage to pursue a life of peace

As I walk this path, help me surround myself
with support from those who truly care.
knowing they are always there
Even when I’m lost in despair

Let me know that every challenge I face.
Comes from your loving grace
I am not alone there is always hope
Life is more then a struggling to cope
For brighter tomorrows
Lord let me learn from my sorrows

Dear God in your loving arms lift me up.
Let me drink from your salvation cup
I am caught in the grip of addiction.
Pain is a constant relentless friction

In silence,You can see the battles I fight
Struggling to survive the endless night
Only you know why countless tears I cry
Hidden pain beneath my eyes

I struggle falter with a broken heart
Bring me closer, Lord never to Part
In my weakness, you carry me
You opened my eyes to see

Show me your strength and Grace
Look upon me kindly with your loving face

Let me Break the pain chains that bind
Allow me the wisdom answers to find
With every craving give me power
To weather each painful hour

My tired ravished body desires rest and peace
Until the cravings forever cease
Replace my inner voice with a new choice
Every lie with truth All my shame without blame

I have much to atone Remind me, I am not alone
I am NOT beyond healing
Fill me with a peaceful easy feeling
Bestow upon me, blessings from up above

Jesus said no story is too far gone
It’s always darkest before the dawn
Give me courage for today and hope for tomorrow
To conquer any sadness any depression any sorrow

And if I fall, help me rise up again and stay strong
Walk beside me through darkness all night long
Until I find the light through my hardest fight
Bestow upon me, blessings of love from up above

In the name of
The Father, The Son,
and The Holy Spirit

In your powerful name
AMEN

Inspired song
Angel (in the arms of the angel)
By Sarah McLachlan



Footnotes
My comments are the SALIENT points highlighting the war on drugs and the pharmacies that are going under. ( to use a you EUPHEMISM) Too many people needing medication and it’s breaking the system. They are rationing out pain meds to every pharmacy if you need a medication and you’re near the first of the month you’re good by the middle of the month Your chances are dicey
by the end of the month not going to happen they’re out.. these are not my words. These are the words of the head pharmacist in more than one pharmacy.

BLT Webster’s word of the day
1) AUGUST 19 EUPHEMISM
A euphemism is a mild pleasant word or phrase that is used instead of one that is unpleasant or offensive instead of they died, they went under.
2) August 20 SALIENT
something described as salient is very important or notable
Both words are used in the footnotes above
I live in chronic pain . My doctor of 23 years passed away. The war on drugs is here.. What was considered safe yesterday is now a threat of overdose today (they say).
So the powers that be decided they need to do away with all pain medicine. Congress tried this once before, it lasted 2 1/2 months but there is not any real choice .when you have medical conditions that will never go away.. My Doctor Who administered my pain medication passed away. A zealous young doctor on board with the program appealed this new approach. One month later everybody’s back on their normal medicine. I don’t wanna know about the casualties of this drug war. I only know what happened to me. And I was almost a casualty.. would you have medication that have more adverse effects than the benefits? It becomes a dicey proposition to wanna try a new medication. During the course of trying new medication’s I’ve had several anaphylactic’s throat closing 911 ambulance because of a new medicine. That’s the real threat. Not a medication you’ve been on for so long. You have no side effects. But you’re out there mercy if you speak up, they can drop you from the program. And the pharmacies are crashing. CVS went under Rite Aid pharmacy went under, and Walgreens is in trouble. Even if a doctor prescribes it, the pharmacy could deny that script and dictate to the doctor what he can and cannot give the patient. pharmacist are not doctors. They have not seen the patient. And it’s not just pain meds. It’s all medication under suspect to the jurisdiction of prudence with the pharmacist. I’m on Oxygen. I had a pharmacist. Tell me I’m on too many allergy medicines. And I should do deep breathing exercise but if I did with this individual was trying to get me to do I would have hyperventilated. Very dangerous when a pharmacist place doctor..
Not farewell —
but salute.

You walked proud,
you stood unbroken,
even when wheels struck
and bones ached.

You chose your place,
by the food,
by the car,
by the path to the bar —
queen of small kingdoms,
ruler of simple joys.

You grazed like a cow,
you dug like the ancients,
seeking earth’s cool breath,
seeking your den.
Instinct alive,
spirit fierce.

When pain came,
you gave no cry.
When hands lifted you,
you trusted.
When the road called,
you looked once,
and with your eyes you said:
Thank you.

And then the song rose,
Helvegen carried you,
not into silence,
but into feast,
into firelight,
into Valhalla’s hall —
where warriors wait,
and shadows turn to queens.

Your name was secret to many,
but known to you,
and true to its weight:
Llolth — Queen of Shadows.
Feared in myth,
loved in life,
saluted in death.

But more than myth,
you were my turning —
the reason I rose
from ruin to man.
Spain gave me you,
and you gave me
responsibility,
steadiness,
and change.

I carry that forward.
It does not die.
It is your legacy in me.

And I, who stroked you to the end,
will never forget
how your eyes spoke last —
not pain, not fear,
but mercy’s truth:
Thank you.
You were more than a dog. You were my turning point, my teacher, my queen of shadows. You took me from ruin to responsibility, from ***** to man. I stroked you until your last breath and I saw your thank you in your eyes. Now you run free again — in the forest, in the bar, in every place you loved. This is not goodbye. This is a salute. Llolth, Queen of Shadows — forever feared in myth, loved in life, and honored in death.
Llolth, My Queen

I came to Spain broken,
still chasing smoke and speed,
and then came you —
small shadow, months old,
a queen in waiting.

I failed you first,
lost in chemicals,
left you in **** and mess,
but you forgave,
you waited,
you taught.

Your eyes said:
“Clean this.
Walk me.
Be better.”

And I did.
Day by day,
**** by ****,
step by step,
I learned responsibility,
I learned love.

You were no accident,
you were my turning.
From ***** to man,
from ruin to reason,
you made me stand.

And now that you run free,
I still walk straighter,
because once,
a small dog named Llolth
chose me,
and made me more.
I’ll Keep My Promise

This is not goodbye — it is a salute.
Llolth was not just my dog.
She was my teacher, my Queen of Shadows.

I promised her I would stay clean,
for her sake,
and I kept it.
That promise goes beyond death.

She taught me responsibility,
she taught me love,
she turned me from ***** to man.

Now she runs free in the forests
and the bars she loved,
and her legacy runs in me.

Thank you, Llolth —
forever my queen.
We all gather here
Young old fat thin wealthy poor
Voluble or quiet
Shy or maybe bold
Even princess but no prince
No matter

We all write silent songs

Some saunter in
Bulging pockets stuffed with
Words
They pull out at random
Glue to the old chalk board in
Confusing stinking chaos
Then they name it poetry
They insist you must read

Perhaps they serve a garden salad
Leafy words already in decay
Which they sniff like aged cheese
And pair with white wine

Others fold origami poems
Engineered with wings
Toss them at you
Boeing planes of paper
That always bank awry
Crash into other words
Made mountains made seas

A few possess talent
Make memories into magic
Slip sly notes from desk
To desk
Where sly mouths silent
Smile back their pleasure
In the read

Here are writers who can write

All that kicking in the third
Trimester, about which
Mother proudly whined
Was nothing more than writer’s block
Ill temper in the little one
Writing and writing
Writing in the womb

Here are masters of the craft
Carpenters of line of rhyme
Plumb-bobbed poems
Straight and true

Like hypnotists on stage
Journeymen and women poets
May put you in a trance
While they sit at a distance
Safe before a desk
Not even wearing pants

They can make you laugh
At nothing
Make you weep with
Made up sorrow
Ask you count your chickens
Today and tomorrow
Make notes in the ledger
Only you can see to borrow

Yet

It ain’t no game
They can write serious
For serious people
They write of life’s big moments
Pick and choose the details
To whittle on
Bring emotions down to size

Sick with love afraid you’ll lose
That woman of mercury moods
Instead you marry algebra
An equation of partnership
New stresses multiply her storms
New threats to leave
Forever - forever free of
Love’s demands

Screams from the birthing bed
There’s the
head of a daughter
You hold her with new love
So strange, unknown, skinning knife sharp
This love……
You hasten to a toilet
To retch

A circle formed of childhood friends
Circled round a bottle Boys
Of aged Kentucky bourbon
For me it holds grave gravity
Drink a dram down my friends
Then another then another
Let us toast my dear dead Mother

A new job, new staff, new friends
Your marriage took a sideways slide
A big down and almost out
Employee Becky
Hands you her business card
Hand written- If you need anything-
Anything at all - call on me
Danger there……
And who doesn’t enjoy a little
Danger?

Do we write our own eulogies?
**** straight we do
Who better, huh?

So go fling some ash
Search my will for cash
Long ago
Such lies I wrote
Such praise I heaped upon
Myself
You may well wonder
Did they burn the wrong body?
I wrote this out of joy for the resurrection of writerscafe, may she live forever.
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Flower
And suddenly
I don't feel so tough
And I'm still the same girl
Who wrote you that letter
And cried
Because it didn't change your mind
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Francesca
You loved me half,
for never whole,
you held my body—
yet missed my soul.

"We accept the love we think we deserve," they say,
and in your arms, I learned the cost of staying in your ways.
I drowned in devotion, while you stayed ashore,
clutching my hands, but never wanting more.

You kissed my lips, but not my name,
I was your comfort, but never your flame.
Maybe to you, this was all a game,
but I played it with blood, not tokens the same.

For I gave you trust that bent and bled,
built a home from words you never said.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here,"
and I found them dwelling in your silence, near.

You loved my body, yet feared my depth,
you lingered in presence but absent in breath.
The weight of your half-love became my chain,
a quiet betrayal dressed up as refrain.

And now I’m left, misunderstood,
a loss that cuts deeper than it should.
For grief is sharpest when it hides in disguise—
the death of a love that never fully arrived.

Carried us longer than I knew I could,
a love that burned past the kindling of should.
Yet what is love, if not the art of ache?
"We are all fools in love," and fools do break.

I leave your half for something whole,
a love that will cradle both my body and soul.
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