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You said “there are a lot of fish in the sea and sometimes you get lost trying to catch one."

Don’t worry you are my Nemo, if you’ll get lost in the ocean I’ll find you.

I will find you

a mother and her child
a man and his dog
two longtime friends
out drinking at the hole in the wall
four classmates
cramming for exams together

does my love
have to
have a
million dollar
budget
and a team of
writers
or does it
have to
be a
mutual
agreement

does it come from a shared interest
does it come from unequal concerns

why can my love be a cats head in my hand
why can my love be a fish breaking the lake's surface
why cant it just be left alone and accepted

a tide that always comes in?
a sun that always rises?

coming forth
at 3:30
AM

based on the relationship with my father, the relationship with my lover, the relationship with my best friend, the relationship with my dog, the relationship with my mother

I am a simple man –
I still enjoy the lost art of
washing your hands before and after
using the bathroom,
I find courage in the occasionally tap on the back,
when everything goes dark,
and the back alley looks like a modern piece of art.
I try not to live the same day over and over again, but,
somehow, I end up making the same mistakes,
closing all the doors that are left open
for me.
I’m never early to a party.
I’m never late, either. I just don’t get invited anymore.
When I was little, I was mesmerized
by the choir of voices in my head –
now I’m just irritated by their meaningless noise.
The 4 rooms seem smaller and things are moving like crazy –
it’s like an earthquake inside this heart of mine
that’s behaving from time to time
like a lady with high heels and low standards.

I am a simple man –
I manage to complicate everything
in the simplest way.

It’s in the smallest sounds
The briefest touches
The shortest glimpse
The most fleeting feeling
The faintest scent

It’s in the loudest symphonies
The longest entanglement
The seemingly endless moment shared between wandering gazes stopped
The lasting, lingering instinct
The strongest, most pungent aroma

It’s in an informal talk with a friend
A polite minute long conversation with a stranger
A speech given
A comment overheard
A phrase dropped
A joke made
A remark pointed

It’s in the violent torrents of stinging drops
The gentlest whispers of snowflakes dancing
The beacons of golden hope shining down undefeatable
The spiraling wisps twirling to the ground from their noble perch up above
The tiny fragments of faraway life sailing on the invisible breeze from one life to another

It’s the renewal every human needs,
That once in a while of going on
That inescapable truth: we’re only human
That once every so often we accept
That everyone can only take so much

We all need something to hold
We all need something to hope
We all need something to roam
We all need something to go
We all need something to have

It’s the renewal
And it’s everywhere
It’s in our waters
And in our fires
It’s in our air
And in our earth

Everywhere someone can find it
Everywhere someone will need it
It’s everywhere you look
It’s everywhere you need
That’s what renewal happens to give.

Who am I
You must be wondering
An open minded woman
Yet has her own mind of wisdom
A mind filled with vivid imaginations

A mind filled with thoughts of possibilities
I am a romantic Taurus
Who loves water, trees, and wind
A dreamer seeking her Knight in shining armour
Riding his steed down the street
Setting that street on perpetual fire

This woman lives in the teeming
And historical town in her mind
The town, with its multicultural
Great museums and art galleries

I am an easy going woman
Who loves to slow dance
Like an elegant swan
Spreading its wings with high spirits
But more human than any spirit

I am a woman who lives to sing, laugh and shout
Lover of a thousand things
With a tuneful voice and modern rythem
Full of inspiration
Powerful,  yet softly gentle
Flowing in the air

I am a woman of bronze
Surrounded by tall crowded trees
A sunny isle with fine, soft, pearly sand
The smells of the wind
Embracing the warm nature greens

I am a woman with life full of love
Full of enthusiasm
Full of hope

Kash 4d

My days are made of moments.
My years are made of days.

I hope
I hope you
I hope you know
I hope you know how
I hope you know how you
I hope you know how you make
I hope you know how you make me
I hope you know how you make me feel

Loved....

ella 7d

While having everything cooked up, on the stove, we're dancing and laughing to Frank Sinatra, our favorite musician.
You pull my arm lightly to give me a spin, collecting memories.
I start to smell the sour burning and rush back to the stove and giggle while filling up our plates up.
We head to the back patio, that includes the oceans view.
The sun is setting, with vibrant reds and oranges, the ocean whispering waves against the shore, like a gentle hushing sound as if someone were putting a baby to sleep.
After eating, we end up talking and laughing in each others arms for hours, like we always do.
It's so calming, nothing else is needed, except for sleep that seeps through my yawn.

Oh mother land
How I miss you
You gave me life
And blessed me with culture
Baptized me in tradition
Nurtured me in love
Sweet Africa, sweet Africa
How I love you

The Simplest Of Poems

Everyone is born
With their own
Destiny.
Don’t mourn,
Forlorn and shorn
Of trust.
Inheritance and circumstance
Does what it must,
There being no coincidence.
Stay on the fence
Of faith;
Youth’s health and breath,
Wealth’s stealth and death
Will have its ways.
There being almost nothing more to say:
Let intuition guide your days –
It is the easiest of ways.

The Simplest Of Poems 9.9.2017
Definitely Didactic; Revelations Big & Small;
Arlene Corwin

Simple but not easy: life is.
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