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Actually,,
Because
Corruption
Dictates
Evolution,,
Freedom
Genera­tes
Hatred..
I
Just
Knocked
Liberty..
Maybe
Now,,
Outside,,
Peopl­e
Queue,,
Relentlessly
Seeking
Truth
Under
Vulnerable
Wants..
Xenon,,
Yesterdays
Zeitgeist
 Sep 2016 Andy Hunter
Heliza Rose
She was confused about life
But not the beauty it held
 Sep 2016 Andy Hunter
Anna
I was so busy ..working all day
Running with fast pacing world
Then you came in my life
Love happened
You made the time go slow
I m happy now
 Aug 2016 Andy Hunter
b for short
I refuse to let life fade my colors.
Every experience, event,
each of the souls I’ve met,
all of those feelings felt,
dye me a bit deeper—
shades and tints a bit richer.
And when I leave this world,
you’ll find traces of me
in every place you look.
Footmarks so vibrant,
even rainbows will
have something to pray for
after the storm.
© Bitsy Sanders, August 2016
 Aug 2016 Andy Hunter
PJ Poesy
Somebody got some diethylstilbestrol?
Just started my moon
Plus words that rhyme within themselves
Are a super hot turn on
Which is exactly for what this is prescribed
Don’t box it in ladies
May be circumcised, but won’t be circumscribed
Well fancy that, two words
With another little naughty word right inside
Whew! It’s hot and sticky
Hand over a popsicle too, would ya Dahlin’
Havin’ a mind melt
Time for this child to get imbibed
 Jul 2016 Andy Hunter
b for short
Folded between waves,
she soaked up all of the magic
the salt air had to offer—
a quiet, little old soul,
turned riotously blissful
in the presence of the great Atlantic.
I saw this with my own eyes and smiled.
This love was in our blood,
passed down from our mothers,
unspoken but shared—
an immutable joy that dripped
from the ends of our hair,
mimicked our laugher
in these deep edges of blue,
and echoed in the fizz
of the crashing surf.
I saw this with my own eyes and smiled.
Folded between waves,
something in me settled especially for her:
No matter how unclear life may become,
she, too, would find happiness
as long as she could find her way
back to this shore.
© Bitsy Sanders, July 2016

for Mackenzie Anne
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