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I have always had an aversion to it
I would blurt out the worst
If you would show me pretence
Of care
Of love
Of togetherness
Of being one
No no don’t do that
I am old now
Enough to understand
Pretence
I won’t blurt out things
I wouldn’t put up to it
My duties fulfilled
There I am done
Now I know
Pretence
For the simple reason - how they make you feel
  Apr 23 Daniel Tucker
Debbie
My eyes, throbbing with agony,
bore through the window,  
desperately seeking the freedom of sky.  

To my surprise the crabapple tree  
possessed joyous magenta flowers,  
providing an unexpected  
jubilant assault of my mind.  

Lush leafy erratic branches,  
a turmoil of spring beauty  
stood in striking empathy of my silent cries.  

The afternoon sun pales the majesty of magenta.
As only love can pale agony.  
Memories live forever, is a haunting horrible lie.  
Unlike me, those magenta flowers don't need a why....

My love for her will never die.  
The majesty of those magenta flowers,  
if only for a moment, seizes and saves me deep inside.
Memories live forever is a lie. My mom suffers dementia and has lost most of her short term and long term memory. It's shattering.
Daniel Tucker Apr 22
Since I was a child
I have fervently
Tried to filter out
Negative echoes
Of our history  
And focus
On each one.

Echoes are
Shockwaves
Throughout
Society
Building strength
And momentum as
They damage then
Ricochet off one
Person to another
Like a viral or
Bacterial infection
Mutating and building
Up resistance to our

Strong
  Mediocre
And
  Often
Feeble
Societal
Antidotes.

I try as many do
To be a  
Shock absorber --
A small part of
The solution;

Trying to help break
The vicious cycle by
Somehow attempting
To
Absorb the shockwaves

To help prevent them
From hitting someone
Else
Or at least
Lessening their strength
And momentum --

A form of harm
Reduction
I suppose.

Just lending an ear
And
Lending a shoulder
To lean on or
Cry on
Seems to be
An integral part in

Lessening the
Negative
Effects.
© 2025 Daniel Tucker

A poem from the living of my life.
I stand on mountains, tall and free,
Not just by strength, but what you see.
Your kindness lifts, your light inspires,
Filling my soul with boundless fires.

The valleys low once held my fears,
But now they shimmer, calm and clear.
For every step, for every climb,
Your voice resounds - “You are divine.”

So here I stand, with skies so wide,
Heart unfurled, filled with pride.
You lift me up, you help me soar,
Now grounded strong, yet wanting more.
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