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 Jan 2018
Traveler
Dear Liz

I don't mind
When you're weak
When my ear is what you seek
When your voice
Is softly spoke
I don't mind
Your subtle strokes
I'll be here again today
Cause you take my breath away
..........
Traveler Tim
 Jan 2018
A Shuli
I want your lisp.
To pull it out from between your lips, to spool it around my finger and wear it as a ring. To thread a string through it and wear it near my heart.
I want it for when you are far, to have you near;
And for when you are near, to have more of you here.
For a special someone very dear to me. Thanks :)
 Dec 2017
Traveler
She showed up shinning
Shy southern smile
I knew it was her
From her HP profile
I said, I'm Traveler
But please call me Tim
It's so good to finally meet you
Where on earth have you been
In the fleeting moments that followed
Everything just seem to go full throttle
Then suddenly she was gone
A week filled with fun and song
Dear Poetess
I wish you'd stayed on!
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2017
Star BG
Hello new beginnings,
that come with break of day
when sun glides inside grace.

Howdy new day,
that gives opportunity
to align with music orchestrated in heartbeats.

Greetings new Beginnings
I stand ready to
dance, sing, and make merry
inside the gift of life.

Bonjure
new moment
as I get drunk
on the stream of love energies
to I sip in breath
both
day and night.
Inspired by Cne a gift to the world of poetry.
 Dec 2017
Traveler
It appears that there
Are lonely hearts on here
Strangers that long to greet
Worlds apart prepared to meet

To extend friendly word
Across lines and boarders
To dry their subtle tears
On a friendly strange freeloader

It appears that life
Is getting older
Colder and bolder
And so I share
With all my lovers
My busy hungry shoulders!
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2017
Traveler
I haven't been writing as you know
Primarily dew to the ice and snow
The chill that sets within my bones
No, not a single message home

I haven't mentioned
My points of views
Now that
The frozen tundra
Controls my moods
Plow the drive
Shovel the walk
My frozen fingers
Can hardly talk

And you so warm
In your southern state
Where the winter chill
Is not your fate
Not even an extra blanket
Or a hot coco
Oh how blessed to be
Of a warmer soul!
Traveler Tim
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