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 Aug 2020 Poetic T
blackbiird

Even a tortured soul
needs a place to cry.
I’m so glad
That you’re my
place.

 Jul 2020 Poetic T
Vanessa Gatley
He was the smoke
After I started the fire
And his smoke took forever
To go away his sense
Of touch lingered on for
Over a month
Wishing this smoke evaporated
The only way
to create Oneself
is to try new things,
for One never knows
what it is that may
become, some day,
a part of who One is.

One will never know
what works, nor,
most importantly, why,
unless One is willing
to experiment honestly
and venture readily
into unfamiliar territory.

Though,
it is not the act of delving into the unknown that's difficult,
it is coming back with something of value
to either yourself or those around you
or, ideally, both,
without getting lost in the process.

Aye, there's the rub.
Written on napkins at work,
with a calligraphy pen,
nonetheless.
tabby was a cat he was just a stray
didnt have a home or a place to stay
digging through the bins for a bite to eat
anything at all for a tasty treat

sleeping in all weathers in the rain and snow
just a homeless cat nowhere he could go
he was very sad he began to cry
an old lady she had heard him. as she was passing bye

she picked up the cat took him home with her
held him very gently as she stroked his fur
the little cat was happy he had a place to stay
someone who would love him. no longer have to stray

there is a video to this poem
https://youtu.be/8SEXVCkO-AE here is link
take a look
 Feb 2020 Poetic T
Joy
Going down
 Feb 2020 Poetic T
Joy
Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.
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