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 Apr 2019 Morrie W S
Tara
My mother's’ an angel,
God sent her to give light,
to fuel a fire in our hearts,
and shine down like stars on gloomy nights.

In her soul flowers bloom,
red roses intertwine in her curls,
while beauty grows in her healing soul,
faster than I’ve ever seen before.

One day I hope to glow like her,
and open the doors she’s been pulling at for years,
clear up the sky,
so the sun paves her way,
no warrior deserves rain during her glory days.
Avatar Queen
The mask or the screen,
What’s never to know
What’s never to see

Avatar Queen
Your name to mislead,
One more cryptic posting
That always deceives

Avatar Queen
Both petty and preened,
The bees in your bonnet
No stinger foreseen

Avatar Queen
You know what I mean,
With feelings all borrowed
And vistas unseen

Avatar Queen
The sourest cream,
No reason to wish
All hope dressed in green

Avatar Queen
Your anger unweaned,
My answer then sharp
My rapier free

Avatar Queen
Not to sleep or to dream,
Your nightmare awoken
In daylight you scream

Avatar Queen
One curse washes clean,
Your blessings defaced
  —no chance to redeem

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
God is a Poet,
his blessings in rhyme

Salvation unmetered,
  inspiration divine

His voice calls us inward,
  temptation now gone

Where the wings of an Angel
  —carry words into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
I answered with love,
you questioned
with anger and pain

I held you close,
but your eyes
failed me again

I told you truly,
as my wishes
dropped to the floor

Your smile my captor,
my heart
  —your swinging door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
 Apr 2019 Morrie W S
Elena
Cauldron
 Apr 2019 Morrie W S
Elena
There is a cauldron inside my chest, inside my bones
bubbling and seeping
the sickly green glow
the bubbles pop with a wet sticky splat

If the fire isn't put out soon
the poison will be everywhere
it will eat through the floor
and leave nothing
but a hole
Mastered saying “uhuh”
When someone
Says “Right?” or ”Okay?”
 Apr 2019 Morrie W S
Khoisan
Whenever
the
young
die's
our
entire
insides
cry
Guns and bullets is real over here
every day a child or two dies
By
the
hand of another child
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