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 Jan 2016 Lizley
Joe Adomavicia
For as long as I could remember
I have never wanted to grow so old
That I could not get out of my bed on my own,
Take a **** and wipe my *** on my own—
Nor would I ever want to be stowed away
In some **** ***,
**** smelling,
Convalescent slash retirement home—
I have seen how those ******* places
Absorb the remainder of the faith left in your hope far too many times.
To be restricted to this "new home" away from home
Only a spec of the man I once was
With some nurse feeding me pills
and halfhearted advice about how I might live a little bit longer
If I stop doing all that I loved up until this moment—
I say simply,
If I was ever such a nuisance to my own family
I am certain I would prefer someone to end me swiftly—
I've heard a morphine drip is quite inexpensive these days.
And as for a burial send my ashes into an October breeze
to be scattered over its delicate leaves
And through death
I shall reprieve.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Joe Adomavicia
There is more to the sky than clouds.
I have gazed upon the facets of seasonal and natural occurrence
and never on any given day have I seen the same view twice—
I am inclined to think the same could be said about each other,
if and only if we cared to have a little more love for one another.
Joseph R. Adomavicia
 Jan 2016 Lizley
wordvango
this year
 Jan 2016 Lizley
wordvango
I am not sure if
everything is as near
or as far

Not sure if it's as black
or it's as white

or as depressing
as last year or the
one before

or the next , just no telling,
we'll see,
I guess.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
wordvango
right there between those apostrophes
dashes or commas
The symmetry of
openness inside
Two quotation marks
an ellipsis ...
awaiting for
a period to finish
right.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Emily B
I read once that Emily Dickinson had trouble learning to tell time, I can well
understand her reluctance. . .*
I am sometimes
embarrassed
at the way I linger
too long on yesterday's news
and the foolish way
I sing songs that drifted away long ago.
Conversations long dead
still swirl in my squirrely sub-conscious.
Someday, maybe,
when my favorite fashions
have come back in vogue again,
I will be on time
with what I ought to know.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
ryn
Kite
 Jan 2016 Lizley
ryn

i wish
to infinitely
soar•in the highest
of skies•always higher,
and always more•held back by
the string that ties•i'd still welcome
hale air•as it blows stunningly
fresh•meets and carries my
body bare•bearing invi-
sible treasures in its
cache...•the errant
breeze i'd openly
fight•but i was
made with a
shoddy kit
•i'm fail-
ing and
falter-
ing...
like
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O Saving One reveal yourself to those without belief.
Heal those whom are struggling with their sufferings.
Heal them with strength to perseverance with their pain.
Love upon those whom brokenhearted, listen to the Lonely.
Save those whom are ready to throw away their lives.
Reveal yourself to each of them, love upon them my God.
For we each need to be needed by another to be loved.
For alone, empty handed , breaks one heart into pieces.
So reach out your Loving, healing hands to those in need today.
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