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My Lady:


Oh, can you dance, can you dance strong
until everything below turns into pure gold?
And do you see this precious sunrise as a gift to all of us?
         Do you number the sound of the whistles in the wind?
     For I have a year more to love, to breathe, to see life with you.

My dear, my dear do you see that everything
is filled with new power and new strength?
Would you hold onto my voice
like I hold your hand and feel forgiven?
Before every desire falls from my lips,
do you know how to run free?
 For I have the melody of life & second chances
engraved into my hands.

Can you hope - against the teeth of wolves
that encircle our own feelings?
 Will you fall upon your knees when heaven forgets your voice?
So when you lose hope and strength,
you will find me again and again.
For I found the power that destroyed
death so that you can see everything new.

Do you know how to love,
like the endless numbered stars?
Will you write His promises in your heart
so that you can always hold on?
               So when nothing makes sense and
            all desires fades, we will rest in adoration.
For everyday the angels are taught
 how to describe His great love for us.

So behind the winter rains and winter season,
we can dance into the sunlight time after time.
Until the moonlight falls by
        will you sing with me until we touch the sky?
Her eyes were the
saddest I'd ever seen
truly a mind now zombified
in earthbound remaining time
with all of an empty nothing
engulfing her forever dreams

She lost,
more than a thing or two
the loss went very deep
the core of her soul ripped away
stolen by time's unforgiving fate
absconded off by the evil one

All would agree
loss of key
or coin or such thing
really is a common trifling
but loss of all you've got
knowing will never find?

She asked not for sad fate's
sudden visit upon her time
rather always hoped keeping life
but with her whole life's blood
drained from the brittle shell
all her soul can do is wait

©  2017 Jim Davis
. For refugees throughout the world!  Also for Hello Poetry's day's theme "Undervalued topics". #npmimportant
It's cold outside
and it's windy, Wyndee
The sun is obscured by the clouds.

Do you know that on Wednesday, Wyndee
the flowers will bloom
and the grass will grow
and what do you know...it's Spring outside again.

The Sun will be shining, Wyndee.
When you look out the door you'll be finding
That the birds are singing "Spring" outside
What a wonderful time of the year!

Love, Mom
Spring
 Apr 2017 Laura Slaathaug
ju
today you are a storm and I am your world
(what am I in your eyes?
which raw nerve did I rake? which hurt did I expose?)

they’ve scribbled out your silver linings
replaced them with pages of grey

it hasn’t helped

today you are a storm and I am your world

tomorrow you’ll be a ray of sunshine
or a swullocking sky
or a tsunami

I’ll still be your world

and that’s fine
 Apr 2017 Laura Slaathaug
chris
you + me
i thought
we would
stay together
for infinity

i felt like
i was in
my prime

but you
subtracted
me from
your life
i guess you wanted something < than me

(greater)
 Apr 2017 Laura Slaathaug
chris
q
 Apr 2017 Laura Slaathaug
chris
q
six thousand languages
and there are still no
arrangement of words that
could begin to describe
how much i love you
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