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Texting is the modern day wonder
Never having to place the call
You can laugh you can joke, anger evoke
While showing no emotion at all

Although I confess sometimes you must guess
What the other person is trying to say
Maybe where they are heading on the phone they're sitting
And their left cheek is typing crazy away

You can scream you can cuss throw your hands up in discust
Then calmly type out your answers
As fast as your fingers can fly you can quickly replay
Like a 70's leisure suit disco dancer

Or you can sit there and wait, take umpteen number of days
Before you get back with that
But the best part is the lesson of no personal interaction
After all why get that involved

Yes texting is the modern day wonder
From mine to your finger tips
I hope all this you can see without the help of emoji's
And the fact that I forgot to spell check
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He said, my cool darling,''I will give you a sun''
Smiling she replied, my hot love.''I will give you a cool moon''

But they each have only half the story, and if they can only find
way back to one another, They will have a chance to remake their world

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
i’ll live in a yellow house
painted by the sun itself
a house that stands on the corner of
Joy Street and Sunshine Avenue
and in my house a garden will grow
with flowers watered with hope, rooted in love.
my yellow house will be the talk of the town
and children will come on their bikes
to meet the woman that keeps flowers in her hair
and a few stars in her eyes,
the woman that wears dresses with pockets
filled with honey and cinnamon.
just beneath her tinder skin
is a faded blue tattoo
the colors once were vibrant
till the day he said we're through

her skin no longer tingles
where the blue tattoo is kept
it's been replace with a constant ache
from the moment that he left

she has other tats from front to back
a walking testament of self expression art
but the one that hangs alone in her gallery
is the faded blue tattoo broken heart
 Jul 2017 Sincerely Em
Cné
Evening has subsided with a whisper in the west.
It chased the sunset's final rays as she prepared for rest.

Night has dropped her curtain but the moon has come to play.
The overture begins, as lonely crickets have their way.

The breeze begins to soften and the grass is standing still.
The leaves no longer beckon in the trees upon the hill.

I huddle in the darkness and await the rising wind.
A prayer is formed upon my lips, in homage to a friend.

And there ... I feel the sweet caress, a hand upon my cheek
A breeze that comes from someone ... from the passing soul, I seek.

And as I watch the lingering stars and hear the rustling leaves
I know that she has left this world and heavenward, she weaves.

I bid farewell to one, who loved this life, and all it gave
I dedicate this poem to her and toward the moon, I wave.
...and her memory, I save
i went back and forth on the last line.
RIP Carrie
forever in my heart, sweet one
you shall remain young
What kind of man
though never planed
would feed his family
from a garbage can

The kind of man
that has struggled through life
the kind of man
that finds it hard to survive

What kind of man
would rather sell his soul
than to take his family
down that rabbit hole

The kind of man
that never got a break
and doesn't want his kids
suffering from his mistakes

What kind of man
could this be
though the struggles are real
would never think to leave

The kind of man
I would hope to think
would do the very same thing
if it were you or me

That's the kind of man
that I want to be...
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