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  Dec 2019 Jim Davis
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
  Dec 2019 Jim Davis
Malia
We are all fighting battles
We are all fighting wars
With our own consciousness
And the ones we adore.

I’m not talking about military
Not government
But on hardships abound
Our energy is still spent.

Our trials sometimes don’t show
We don’t want others to know
But we’re all soldiers
In the war with Ourselves.
  Dec 2019 Jim Davis
Traveler
I want her too much
But.............................
I'm just a good dude

I always support her
Ya...............................
I'm one of her fool's

I've had enough
Well......................
I'm up to my neck

As much as I try
Sadly...................
I cannot connect

It's time to move on
Slam!!!.....................
My heart is a door

I'll love her forever
But...........................
Just not any more.
Traveler Tim
  Dec 2019 Jim Davis
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
  Nov 2019 Jim Davis
Traveler
mad
then i was lost
i know
i had paid
the cost
scars are
all i have
poetically
have i gone mad?
tt
Jim Davis Nov 2019
**** is in the eyes

©  2019 Jim Davis
If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder... where is ****?
  Nov 2019 Jim Davis
Stephen E Yocum
The dog firmly placed his chin upon the old
man's knee, stirring him from sleep in his chair.
The only light in the room coming from the
television screen. The dog's gentle message
being, "Time we go to bed" dear friend.
A ritual event occurring more often now
and most likely tomorrow night again.

As the man slowly stood the dog pranced towards
the door, to go outside and do his required business.
The man also to the bathroom did retire, brushing of
teeth and to attend to his own urgent business.

Six years of twenty four seven companionship had
bonded them forever, each knowing the other as
only best friends or family can, both fully habituated
to the other's needs and routines.

The dog sat upon his own bed, close by to the man's
bed,  patiently waiting as he always did. The man leaned
down and took the dog's face and head into his hands,
forehead to forehead they paused while silent endearing
messages were, like every night, conveyed and mutually
affectionately received. Love as real as any.

The man climbed aboard his own bed, donning his CPAP
mask like a pilot before take off and arranged himself
in his fully-automatic-adjustable bed, then clapped his
hands twice to extinguish the lamp on the bedside table.

"Good night buddy, we'll have some more fun in the
morning." the man murmured, closing his eyes to sleep.

Another day ended as most now do, as will, all their
remaining shared tomorrow's.
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