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 Mar 2015 J G
Francie Lynch
Our youth was seasoned
With greens and blues
When your skin scorched me.
Still burns.

Could we but flip
Pages like clock hands;
We need only agree,
And nocturnal waves
Would lap again,
And all the world
Would fall in time
Upon itself.

Elements, such as we,
Cannot.
Your present calendar
Has days X-ed off,
Days checked on.
Times have changed
Peoples and places.

I remain yours.
 Mar 2015 J G
Micahel De Tomasso
"I took you in from the cold.
Your dark blue eyes placed me
In your soul.
I was once lost, but had to
Help, and defend for myself.
That's when she jumped in
My arms, and started licking
My face."
How can you turn away a beautiful Husky pup.
 Mar 2015 J G
Jason
Good Morning!
 Mar 2015 J G
Jason
Good morning,
Good morning,
The day's just begun.
May yours be filled
With much laughter and fun!
The original works and writings of Jason Deegan.
All Rights Reserved. ©2015
 Mar 2015 J G
cookiedestroyer
salt
 Mar 2015 J G
cookiedestroyer
sitting, waiting, praying
hours on end
all worth it when u land the big one
 Mar 2015 J G
Terry Collett
The monk raises
the host
during Mass,
high between fingers

and thumbs,
head and eyes
look up,
the Body of Christ,

he tones.
I watch
the old monk eat;
his jaw moving

in a semi circle
as he ate,
his eyes down
on his plate,

an old French
soup spoon
half way
from bowl to lips.

I remember her hands
sorting through
my garments
for the fellow,

her eyes intent,
her fingers nimble
as an artisan's.
A French peasant monk

peels potatoes
in the kitchen
with the seriousness
of Van Gogh

in a darker mood,
thinking of deeper things
than wine or food.
MONKS AND A NOVICE IN AN ABBEY IN 1971
 Mar 2015 J G
David Hall
Man is a curious animal
who afraid of his own mortality
went and conjured up spirituality.

Which begs a curious question
if religion our fears meant to quell
why then go,
and conjure up hell.
 Mar 2015 J G
David Hall
missing you
 Mar 2015 J G
David Hall
How I miss your laughing smile
When the sky turns dark
And the cold winds howl

I miss your warm and loving touch
When the weight of the world
Proves to be too much

I miss the us we used to be
When our hearts were young
And our souls were free

I miss the dreams we used to dream
When the world was as simple
As it used to seem
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