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I thought of May briefly with her clay vases of portulaca ever spreading
Cut grass lending fair fragrance to
daydreams , bare feet treading cold , hidden
streams
The call and answer of whippoorwills
Evening Whitetails gracing green clover hills
To lie mure in evergreens
Swaddled in piedmont fantasy*..
Copyright December 12 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2016 Moonsocket
mikecccc
what do you have
nothing but my mind
and even that
only on good days
doesn't seem fair
does not
but the beggar
is a job as old
as civilization
at this point they're traditional
what would the big city be
without those sad souls
showing you what you
could be tomorrow.
 Dec 2016 Moonsocket
hellopoet
it's not like these
feelings are sitting
alone in an otherwise
empty refrigerator
nowhere else to go
waiting for a random
wanton wounding
surely, surely it'd
hurt just the same
 Dec 2016 Moonsocket
woolgather
I still get dumb when it's about you;
When they talk about you and I,
And those things that can never happen to us.
I still yearn to have those moments,
Moments that we'd have only to the both of us;
Yet the only time we'll see each other in the eye,
*Is when you're about to leave me.
The mind flutters around the heart
The only person
I've continuously lied to,
Is myself - regretfully.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Dec 2016 Moonsocket
Doug Potter
I remember as you stood bare feet
tiptoes on the red linoleum

reaching up to pull
the shade at dusk;

I left before the sun rose
you slept weeks

before realizing
there was no return.
 Dec 2016 Moonsocket
Sjr1000
Nothing is going to protect us from the human condition
We can have fortune and fame
Be on the top of our game

We can be a rocker
in Lost Wages
We can be a woman with a small child
Trying to do welfare to work
We can dance the tango with a Friday night ****

We can be busted for another dui
We can be the head of the corporation
We can even be Paul McCartney
Michael Jordan
Kennedy may be our name
But nothing is going to protect us
from the human condition

I've gambled and won
I've gambled and lost

Millionaire wives die of cancer
Joanie's Johnnie gets SARS
Steve Jobs takes the last dive.

A truck driver falls asleep
A thirty seconds delay winds up catastrophe
So sorry!
Nothing protects us from the human condition

There are mine fields all around us,
most we don't even see

We can be in Mosul
We can be in Aleppo
We can be in Somalia
We can be in Mozambique

One ember, a conflagration
One breath of air, a hurricane
One drop of rain, water everywhere

Twisted Bill Cosby
his son
murdered while changing a tire
Your name can be Whitney Houston
mother and daughter
have died

Ronald Reagan's dementia
he didn't remember a thing

The list of the names
it never really ends
all that fame power and fortune

All of the pain loss and suffering
of me and you
Bad moods ain't seen nothing yet
There is no protection from the human condition

You can set me up another one
I'm drinking to
"how it goes "

I hide out
I come out
I'm probably like you
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
except
find slices of delight when able
There is no protection from the human condition.
Michael Jordan's father was killed at a rest stop. Paul McCartney's wife Linda died of cancer, she was 57.
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