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Ree Bunch Jan 2017
Pickaxe swings,
shards fly.
Pieces move,
yet inners hide.

I've been swinging
both day and night.
Understanding you
is a futile fight.
Ree Bunch Jul 2016
We've been talking for hours.
Struggling for ultimate power.
Can't you read my inner cues?
I still sit trying to get through
Only to notice you have no **** clue!
Ree Bunch Jun 2016
An elephant and a dog became pregnant at the same time. Three months down the line the dog gave birth to six puppies.

Six months later the dog was pregnant again- and nine months on the  dog gave birth to another dozen puppies. The pattern continued.

On the eighteenth month the dog approached the elephant questioning- “Are you sure you’re pregnant? We became pregnant on the same date ; I have given birth three times to a dozen puppies, and they have grown to become big dogs, yet you are still pregnant. What’s going on?”

The  elephant replied- “ There is something I want you to understand. What I am carrying is  not a puppy, but an elephant. I only  give birth to one in two years.

When my baby hits the ground- the earth feels it.

When my baby crosses the road- human beings stop and watch in admiration.

What I carry draws attention, so what I’m carrying is mighty and great!”

Don’t  lose faith when you see others receive answers to their prayers.
Don’t be envious of others testimonies.
If you haven’t received your own blessings- don’t despair.
Say to yourself, *
“My time is coming, and when it hits the surface of the earth- people  shall yield in admiration.*”
This piece spoke to me in so many ways,  so I wanted to share this with my HP family.
  Jun 2016 Ree Bunch
SøułSurvivør
_ (( _
          ☆

half moon balances on
a telephone wire

a golden bowl tipped, spilling

a

single


star



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/11/2016
This is exactly the view before me. The half moon is the golden bowl tipped
spilling out this star.

BEAUTIFUL!

Time for me to go to bed. I have church tomorrow.
  Jun 2016 Ree Bunch
SøułSurvivør
a poet i did not know
i sail through life blithely
mouthing prayers
but do i show
the love of God Or do i
forget it as i go

a poet i did not read
a poet who passed on
joining the ranks in heaven
yes, that mighty throng
does he look down
and smile on us
now that he is gone?

a poet i did not read
a poet who knew Christ
perhaps better than myself
when cut comes to slice
perhaps now i'll
know meaning
i'll take my
own advice

the advice i give my family
the advice i give my friends
you never know the poem

until

the

poem

ends



SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/8/2016
R.I.P.
Chris G Valliencourt

please read
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653116/poem
/when-you-die-it-will-be-your-dreams-that-
are-remembered/

Please. Let's love each other.
Put aside our differences today
in honor of Chris.

I think he would like that.


I will be off site today for a while.
I'm going back to my wellness camp.
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