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Choices in life are often limited,
the wise choice is not always the profitable
or quick profit, but the pain
in your body and stress in your life,

Is directly connected to these choices.

Is it better to slowly gain your goals,
being there to enjoy the fruits of your labor,
or push so hard that others enjoy your labors,
as they lay you to rest?

The choices we make today
have a direct bearing on our future.
That future can be tomorrow or
10 years from now.

Each day we have to make
a decision of where we are going,
where we want to be.
Life is a journey. Peace be with you.

May you choose your path wisely.
My muse can be thought of as a curse
for it comes at the most inopportune times
but she also plays nice
and brings me peace of mind

My muse pounces on me to write
Hit by the force of nature in nature
The sound of crashing waves guide my hand
Releasing words from my body

My muse is like a lover
She comes to me in dreams
She teases, pleases then leaves

Calliope my lover comes often
She's never satisfied
This temptress of the tablet

Just think we could feel
the warmth from the same sun
Hear the same whispers in the breeze
Wish upon the same fallen star
and look up to the same majestic trees

She connects all
No matter the place
Her sirens song on the wind for all
Under the same night light constellations
Wreathed in the fog under veiled trees scribbling

She is a giver
When allowed to live within us
She gives a whole new view
Bringing two poets together
Even though there are miles in between
She gives her heart and soul
and the drive for us to dream

Her gift is poetic eloquence
Stirring within two
Beautifully scribes new words
New places to explore
Distance means nothing to a muse
She bestows everything she has to her
chosen oracles*

By Melissa S and Palmer
This was such a fun experience. Palmer is an amazing poet if you do not already know his work go and check out more of his writing ~ http://hellopoetry.com/palmer/
 Oct 2016 KathleenAMaloney
brooke
is God by your bedside
weeping against the bookcase
and the cabinets in the
kitchen, filled with long
grain rice shudder and
tremble, vibrating against
their hinges --
it's all over the floor, you say.

it's all over the floor.
something I had written in my journal from July.


(c) Brooke Otto 2016
There are people that give meaning
and value in this world, purpose, mirth
and when they are gone so does joy.
A warm hug emptied...
We love them and call them family
even if they are not our blood.
We forgive them in the midst of the darkest storm,
and embrace together the grey cold mist.
Love and caring is the least we can utter and
show it to them every single time.
An emptied hug filled.
 Oct 2016 KathleenAMaloney
AMcQ
An empty box, I wish I had
A space I long to find
Into which my heart could sing
When 'er you cross my mind

I wish a place, discrete yet vast
In this world or beyond
A portal hidden in my palm
to which love could abscond.

There safely kept, for days of rain
Spoilt not by woe nor fear
I'd call upon this excess love
When you are far from near.
You left this world
So long ago
The last time I saw you
Burned into me
Like a brand on
skin
Your words
Faint
Thru cruel age.
What was it you said?
I couldn't
make it out
Your frustration showing.

That feeling
Lost words
Haunting me
As tears burn
After all these
years.
I couldn't stop thinking about you today grandma.
 Oct 2016 KathleenAMaloney
Styles
The damage of this relationship
i'm still embracing it
but this may take a bit
i miss you more
come to think of it
the way things ended
it all seemed deliberate
everything happens for a reason
you were the type of person i would die for
i wasnt just a metaphor, I meant it more
you are my only purpose;
what my heart existed for.
but you just broke my heart in pieces
and step on them as they hit the floor
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