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 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
kell
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 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
kell
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be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
-max
my favorite poem
 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
nivek
the smell of petrol engine and cut fresh grass
wet now from cloud fall
-the Sparrows brood new feathered
sit all along the Willows branch.
Soon leaves will discolour and be shed
leaving skeletal remains reaching up to the sky
clasped prayer of supplication..
please! the Sun soon return!
 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
nivek
Black cloud arrives on time
Autumn well on her way
Although the Sun fights on
A great hero unwilling to die.
 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
roumen
Long road
To heven..
It is ending somewhere..
Dark road
To hell ..
It is leading sometimes.
Light road
To the sky..
It is flying somehow..
Curly road
To the moon.
It is bringing  you someone.
In your day
In your life.
In your dream.
To hug.
To love .
To kiss.
The gift of love ..
It is hard road..
..to your happiness..
 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
roumen
Don't kiss me tomorrow.
If you can't.
I will.
I want.
Don't see me again
If you can't
I will.
I can.
Don't touch me today.
If you can't
I will.
I will.
Don't love me back
If you can't.
I will.
I want .
I can.
Not today.
...Tomorrow ...
The day after today ....
 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
r
Somewhere, someplace
I lost my way along
the way, searching for
the extraordinary
forgetting the more simple
things, the everyday ordinary
like the words for a bird’s
heartbeat, the color of water
in an estuary, the calligraphy
of the grocery list, an apostrophe
like an old man picking cotton
a woman long forgotten
drowned in the vagueness
of the ocean, a blind poet
comparing the sun to a rose
light slipping through blinds
hidden behind silk curtains
burdens born by mothers
worn and weary, left alone
the name for vines that grow
on silent children’s stones.
 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
r
After the wind has finished
with her mischief, and night
black as a Crow caws the dawn
and as the ocean's cold hands
fold and unfold, tomorrow
will surely bring some sorrow
only time will tell, while I while
away the long hours listening
to the tapping on my windows
wishing again, just once again
that it was you and not the rain.
Hold me delicately,
Like the soft, leather petals
You caress between your fingertips,
And slip me in between the pages
Of your favorite love story
To keep me
Forever.
 Sep 2019 Jim Timonere
Traveler
Simplistic
My vocabulary
Until my words
Get rearranged
In and out of order
Let the darkness rain
Washing me down
Rain all over me
I need to feel
I need to breath
I need to write
   Sweet poetry!!

Alone I am
I am not free
Hell and fury
Deep in my sea's
Come up for air
Still I can't breathe
Words bleed
Out of me
Forming
Sweet poetry
...............................
TT

Sweetened with darkness!
Like dark chocolate
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