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 Feb 2017 Jim Timonere
Gidgette
No one told me,
Death, was a she
She stopped by my house,
We had tea
She spread her black wings
In my sitting room,
She was beautiful
But smelled of doom,
I called her a *****,
She said to me,
"Sorry, my dear,
I'm necessity."
 Feb 2017 Jim Timonere
wordvango
sharing a cigarette a Marlboro
after we are done
the sheets all wet
her cuddled into my shoulder
night about to turn into day
that lull
that time of pure satisfaction and sleepy eyed
attractions pulling the dark sky
down raising
a new bright horizon
safe and sound
looking out the French doors at the distance
that glow beginning again to peak above
the treeline
oranges and cream for
breakfast again
my sweet
 Feb 2017 Jim Timonere
Hannah
I could hear
the angels sing
as I stood upon
the mountain top.
I looked
to the land below.
Then to
the heaven's above.
I swear
in that moment,
I believed in God.
I stood at the top of Black Mountain in North Carolina. These are the words that describe how I felt, and what I saw.
Like the visable poeticness
scattered all around us -
there is so much hidden beauty
infront of our eyes,

Only few seem to see it all,
others fail to see any of it at all--they walk
as though they are hypnotised.

She is so many
of these beautiful things,
seen by few, invisible to so many,

Priceless--worth a fortune to few,
To others, worthless--worth only
a single penny.

She is like the stubborn raindrops
left behind on a window
after the rain,

She is that song
that you resonate with,
touching a chord
as it hits your heart,
after pumping through
your every vein.

She is the bright rainbow
covering up a scary storm -

She is still able to smile
after extremely bad weather,
she has had this strength
ever since she was born.

She is the hopeful sunrise
following a long, dark,
dreadful night,

A serene calm ocean,
a heavenly magical horizon
that you are lucky enough to catch
in your sight.

She is the much needed umbrella
that pops up and keeps you dry,

She is your wings, unseen,
but she carries you ever so high -
she is the reason why you can fly.

She is so many special things
that so many fail to recognise
and see,

Not being appreciated
does not mean
that she isn't everything
that she knows to be.

She is the delicate butterfly
that came from nowhere,

The precious tainted one
that struggled so hard
and survived to be there.

She is often misunderstood,
sometimes she doesn't even exist,

But she knows her worth -
with the unconditional love from God,
her children, and her man,
she will continue to persist.

She is so many special things
that so many fail to recognise
and see,

She is unique -
she is unlike anyone,
deep down she is very proud
that she is "She!"

By Lady R.F ©2017
Five hours sleep
to keep body and soul
together.

Not,
why do I or whether
I want too and whether
I want to or not,
I get what I'm given
and I'm thankful to keep
five hours of my life wrapped
in five hours of sleep.

and it's Saturday
so if I start as I mean to go on
I won't be getting too far

Oh for to change
how nice that would be
I'd change myself into
a house by the sea.

(Waking's taking some time, please start without me)
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