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As sweet as summer rain
Elusive like a melody
From a dream.
I waited for you
On the bridge
I thought I heard your voice.
 Aug 27 Lyla
Yonah Jeong
wife
Now
more than me
with the grandchildren
sleeping

I like it better.
 Aug 27 Lyla
Bekah
Parhelion
 Aug 27 Lyla
Bekah
She is a mosaic
Of beautiful, broken things
Melded together by hands
Far more careless than my own
I wish for nothing more
Than to take the fragments
Of her fragile existence
And turn them into something
That lets the light shine through
 Aug 27 Lyla
Kalliope
I wasn't meant to love you, no I don't believe in fate. But here I am anyway, convincing myself it wasn't great.
I'm failing, you know, to see you in any other light, I just lay here wishing we could've had one more night.
Your voice was always soothing, and coaxed words out of me unsaid, and now I'm left here desperately trying to pull you from my head.
Your touch I never felt, but my skin will swear I did, your soul reached out to hug me while mine ran and hid.
You don't do second chances, and I never win on the first try, your words are always cold now and all I do is cry.  
My heart breaks that we got here, even though it's my fault, and as I erase our memories, there are a few I'll store in my vault
I think this is goodbye my sweet boy
 Aug 27 Lyla
Thomas W Case
Chain smoking sadness, slapped by time.
Winter doesn't freeze the pain.
There was one thing that
Mom wanted desperately:
It was to have a
picture of her
seven kids all together,
in one place,
at one time.
There was an age
difference of 23 years between the
youngest and the oldest,
and 1000 miles separating us.

In December of 1987
two weeks before Christmas,
I held a picture of
the seven of us all together.
I put it in the
right front pocket of
her navy blue blazer.
After the funeral,
we buried her with it.
Oh, Mom, I wish we
could have done this
when you were alive.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHB1Q13LID4
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
 Aug 27 Lyla
Drab
Sipping champagne from a white paper cup
Eating some Chut from a shell that was cut
Watching the sunset of orange, blue and red
I’ll remember this day until I am dead

On a wooden bench that was meant for a park
One of many on this beach that was painted so dark
I watched the waves break, their fury that calls
The river that fed them made sublime golden walls

A time in my life when I traveled the world
This Miri of wonder, a dream that unfurled
I felt the warm breeze as it blanketed me
While sitting and watching the South China Sea
Thursday, May 8, 2008 - NOTE - Dead snails and "live" people, Malaysia was the best Malaysia I have ever visited (among others)...
 Aug 27 Lyla
Drab
Touch of Love
 Aug 27 Lyla
Drab
The ending has a way to say
Goodbye to some and hello to they,
I have waited so long, so patiently,
To feel the touch of their love, their souls’ so free.
Sorta anyways...
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