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Donna 2d
I’m so hanged over
So today I’m watching films
And eating chocolate
So hanged over me and dean and family had our Christmas pub crawl yesterday x we went to a beer pong was such a great night but we all so hanged over today lol  Hic Hic **
Me and dean dressed up as Mr and Mrs Santa and our children and friends dressed as elf’s was so funny ***
Donna 4d
I love my husband
Did you know his my soulmate
and my best friend too

I love my husband so much and he loves me too I feel very blessed in life <3
Dedicated to my husband Dean **
Writing poetry is an exercise
in making myself rise
from ordinary preoccupation
to enter the realm of creation.

When I share it I am revealing
thoughts, doings, and feeling,
so I need not hesitate to share
or bore those who care.

A poem might not be art
but it is a letter from my heart
more than a quick posting
or social media boasting.

So if you do not receive a sealed letter
from me in the mail, a poem is better.
It is a moment of being bold
of sharing a small slice of my soul.

Getting a poem from a poet or friend
is an honor for me and I will attend
and count it a privilege worth prizing
a noble moment of the creator’s rising.
Were You To Be Gone

Could I carry on
Were you to be gone
I guess I can
But do understand

The skies would be blue
But have no more color
Not driving with you
Would lose all of its wonder

Songs would be noise
Losing all of its joy
Sunshine on Leith
Sounding more like a bleat

A walk through the mill
Would only be Bill
No longer as green
A whole different scene

Those rides to nowhere
Would lose all of its flare
I’d hear no more laughs
For my driving gaffs

Going out to eat
Would just be that
No longer sharing
Just me getting fat

Could I carry on
Were you to be gone
I guess I can
Be a man with no plan
Loss of love companionship and sharing
aj Dec 9
I came back to a bag of clothes on my bed
that you left there for me while I was gone
they looked little and silly, the things;

once mine, then yours
now neither of us want to take credit for what belongs to us

you were giving back what you'd kept hold on to in the most material way you could

thought basically saying in less words than one
"I've made the choice to forget you"
Eleanor K Nov 27
We poets share
Not only our words
But also our hearts and hands
Passionate Creative
with rhythm of music
driving me forward
I've rounded alot of curves
I've taken alot back roads
I got lost a couple times
With my resilient determination
I found my way around the curve
With music keeping me company
This creative journey I've spilled
alot of my poems along the way
Colorful abstracts I do admit
Spiritual some
Fun a few
Daring oh yes
I'm not done yet
There's a long highway ahead
I am not done yet
I hope do my best abstracts
On this last stretch
Keep on Keeping on
My Creative soul
© Jennifer Delong 11/24/18
CrueLLove Nov 22
Tell me quietly
The secret you are hiding
Lying between your words
Between your hand lines
And grab my hand softly
Leading me to your fountain of wisdom
And pour me a glass of the elixir of eternity
So my words live
When I die
Tell me
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