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annh Sep 2020
Twirling, taunting,
Fluttering, flaunting,
Silver with optimism,
Wishing on a star.

Sitting in the park this evening watching the sun go down behind the nor’west arch.

‘Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.’
- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
EP Robles Mar 2020
doesNOTExist).(bellybutton bushy-
  ***** bouncing bleachers

thurstNow is this moment s t retched as a dying
river's tears  holding /tightly\ her shores
  then doesNOTeXist can never be contained
  within finite space ).( bellybutton bushy-
  ***** bouncing bleachers is never a safe
  place for ***.

  :: 02.25.2020 ::
Sunshade Adams Apr 2018
the petals fall
the colors twirling,
twirling, twirling
falling
falling
one by one
slowly falling
descending
in the moonlight
beauty unseened
illuminated in the moonlight
not to be seen
the sleeping humans
unaware
the petalls
blow away
away
away
She's got roses in her hair
And* mud over her heels
Her
sun kissed skin shines
As she
dances in the meadow

Her brash laughter sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze twirling her; dizzily
As if in a ballroom; 
like a lover

Eccentric* is what she seems
But really she's a girl
A girl who is free
To spend her days frolicking
In *nature's company
Why, don't we all long to be free!
Dad Poet Society Jun 2014
With heavy heart I watch my girl
Grow up before my eyes
Daddy dates and ice cream cones
Just can't compete with life

But every now and then I see
Her love for Dad's not just a memory
And I'm filled with hope that my little girl
Will give me one more twirl

With a butterfly kiss and a tuck into bed
She was always so carefree
Now school or boys or friends or work
Take her mind to other things

But I'll hold out hope that through life's ups and downs
Dad's love will touch her soul
And if it makes her feel just a little better
She'll give me one more twirl

We may never dance on a real dance floor
Or we might when she becomes a wife
But I'll dance with her in my heart every day
On the dance floor we call life

And I know the time is coming
When that last dance won't be mine
When the man of her dreams sweeps her off her feet
With the love of another kind

But I'll harbor hope that even then
The love of this dad for his girl
Will make her want--every now and then--
To give me just one more twirl
To all four of my girls.

— The End —