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  May 2017 Kelsey Rhoads
Gold
you need not shed any tear
for you are wonderful
stop procrastinating
you are not a failure
never ask another what if
'cause you hold a lot of possibilities
your scars prove
that you survived
and was here with us
for a purpose

c.a
  May 2017 Kelsey Rhoads
wordvango
she wore that dress
to the dance
that black tight one

that's the one I
swept her off her
feet in

she swayed in front
of my shadow
with another

the music so loud
they didn't hear me
yell *******

at the top of my lungs
the lounges
still full

emptied when
I busted a 45
in the roof

she smiled
and kept dancing
alone on the floor

the stupidest woman
and the bravest
I ever saw

so I went out
bowed grabbed her hand
then swat  busted in

the tempest of passion
had drowned me again
'tween her dimples
Kelsey Rhoads May 2017
Here you were
Here you came
And a love song
Showed up someway
If you understand, i'm sorry. Stay strong friend.
The Artist and a bottle

Saw him at the supermarket,
had seen him before
when he was a child, he bought two litre bottles
of plonk,
told him to buy a better quality wine,
he didn’t listen to me.
I shared a table with him and
a painter in the park,
they sat there drinking didn’t offer me any.
The artist, disturbed by our silence  
got up and began painting a tree,
red trunk, black leaves and something yellow in between,
I thought of the Belgian flag;
winter dark place, windy many canals, but the beer was good.
The artist, now famous, sold his tree moved
away and said deep things to magazines about art.
My childhood friend died; cancer it was said, but it could have
been the cheap wine.
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