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I want to be the sun that warms your face and the blessed rain that washes away your pain
To the poem snorer
I'm the fire that
burns through your skin
I'm the water that
quenches your thirst.
The castle, the tower...
I am the sword that
watches your back

You, the air
that I breathe and
the light of the moon
on the sea
The neck I long to kiss
So much that I fear
I'm drowning in bliss

And which wishes
will you grant me?....
Ooohhh..you say,
"my treasured jewel,
you have only to look
and yours it will be...
yours it will be"

© Rodrigo Amarante ....translated by ANu poet
To my speed demon angel queen bee
 Sep 2018 Lady Misfortune
Jermon
A perfectionist
Can never post.
 Sep 2018 Lady Misfortune
Jermon
Maybe if we all realized
If we'd share the burdens
Crystallized
Upon the shoulders
Of the few who dare

We'd live with less of that,
Despair
30.08.2018
Sometimes you just can't do stuff all by yourself. And people don't realize playing their part would be better for all of us.
 Sep 2018 Lady Misfortune
Jermon
When the man
Upon the stage
Is acting
A dozen people
Solo

It is not something
To be laughed at
For it shows

How many people
Are not there

Playing their part
30.08.2018
Poetry flows. Maybe not beautifully. But yet. I'm just doing my thing.
It started over night
Attached the innocent
That’s not right

The army to many to count
I stand alone
A calculated defense I mount
I will NEVER accept defeat
My four innocent babies
Lay listless at my feet

Exhausted My Open wounds need treatment
At the end of the day
But that’s little cosilation
Compared to what my babies are suffering
Not a word do they say
Bewildered looks of confused pain
Swollen welts track their skin
The sadness in their eyes
the situation they are in
Their Backs, arms and legs
Mark the horrors of the day
They just want mommy to
Make it go away
I know they don’t understand
not sure what to say
At least  I try
They still show love, exceptence I want to cry
They give unconditional love
Only this grace comes from
Heaven God above
This gives me the courage to FIGHT
Planning my attack  strategy

As I prepare dinner
I make a list
We may be battered swollen bruised
But we are not broken or defeated

My tools are depleted
FLEAS don’t care who they attack
I have bites on me a well
at first I didn’t know why I couldn’t tell

Now Im winning
Armed with the Internet knowledge
I have become an entomologist
Arradicating the species
It’s to early to tell
Half past two a.m.
No sleep again tonight
Oh well
We are all sleeping
With one eye on our surroundings
A false sense of safety
As cautious optimism dances
In my head
There are no more fleas
on my dogs, in my bed
Carpet, drapery, bedding
Its a  tremendously large task to complete

Struggling to prepare a list before
I nod off my to sleep
I will not
can not
accept defeat

If you don’t get a handle quickly
on these fleas
They will take over
One female can lay 200 eggs
Diatomaceous earth food grade
  The ultimate destruction
It’s Considered the best natural alternative
Safe for humans and animals
Kills bugs
For the first time in many years I am being attacked by fleas taking neighborhood walks the neighbors yards have fleas in my dogs brought them back so now I’m on a vengeance to deflea my house my dogs it’s becoming a possession I’m at war and I will win
There are times in life
When
You are silent
Yet
The words are working
Themselves
Out
Until the day
You
Can set them
Free
The deeper the issues
The longer
the
Silence
I’m not ready
Yet
I’m here
Breathing, hurting
Taking a pause
One kiss
10 years ago today
A Ferris wheel paved the way
The smell of car exhaust in the air
You looked into my eyes, I was scared as hell
You took a chance, a leap of faith
Everything happens for a reason
Even in mysterious ways

One kiss
10 years ago today
I couldn’t be happier now
I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way...
10 years ago today, my now husband kissed me for the first time as we were best friends. He took a chance and it was the best thing that could have ever happened.
He is alone
licking the salt filling
from his cheesy crackers
before crunching them.

Then it is time for him
to do his last patrol.
A set of standard keys
jingles against
the walkie talkie.

It is quiet except
for the extra foot steps
that sound on the ground
behind him.
He turns and
tracks them
to an empty elevator,
that seems to be
changing
floors
of its own volition.

He follows grey stairs
that step up to nowhere,
then walks along
the long quiet corridors
pursued by the sound of
the stuttering
heating and cooling system.

Small papers
covered in
water colors
spin in
the shape of
folded white flowers,
sadly lacking
any rosy scent.

Photos from years ago
adorn the thin walls
of the day worker’s
cubicles,
in the darkness
they seem to blink
quizzically.

The sweet perfume
of holiday treats
lingers and draws him
several feet off course,
towards tiny red lights
that flicker
shifting
in the strange spectrum
of dimly lit rooms,
as the coffee pots
burn off
the last bits
of brown liquid.

A stray stag statue
stares creepily
at the fire alarm.
In the darkness
it seems to shift its
antler covered head
in the direction
of the security guard.

He brushes it off
and finishes the
last part of
his hour long walk,
to find a door unlocked.

He hears a cough,
then jumps in start
turning to see
his evening relief
fifteen minutes early.
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