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Johnny walker Dec 2018
I know you had to leave me, and that you had no
choice but If had to be
Then I prayed let be In summer so you wouldn't
you feel the cold, but again my prayers were not answered
Like the times I've prayed before, so I've gradually lost my faith now I'm left here all
Lost my faith, again my prayers have gone unoticed
like all my prayer before
Glenn Currier Dec 2018
Bringing a poor family turkey and fixings
an afternoon repairing the widow’s fence
making a shelf unit for Pam’s dining room
all these grand efforts
would feel good
and might get me noticed
but what about a smile to a stranger
a call to my cousin
putting away my old neighbor’s garbage can
smoothing my wife’s hair as I pass behind her easy chair
waving at the new guy on the block who doesn’t know me
bringing a cold drink to the yardman?

Going small
is better than nothing at all
when I’ve talked myself out of the big deed
due to time, tired, bruise or bleed.
Invisible Nov 2018
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
From HEAVEN to ****,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
Nina Oct 2018
I wrote secret messages to you,
Hoping that you'll find it
But you never did
Nor even cared
Nina Sep 2018
I'm sorry im not pretty enough to be the one you admire
I'm sorry for not being feminine enough to be called cute
I'm sorry for not being the one you look forward to texting
I'm sorry for being annoying when i kept asking you how your day went
I'm sorry for not being the one you like
Im sorry for loving you
Anya Sep 2018
It's stifling
By anyone
By anything
in a room
full of my
Anya Sep 2018
There is a fundamental difference
between the peacock and the butterfly
Both are beautiful
Both are deserving
But when it comes down to it
One struts proudly
while the other...
quietly flutters away
Anya Sep 2018
The insect’s trills
Louder than ever
What would happen,
If we noticed
All those things that tend to pass us by
Madness perhaps?
Rosie Aug 2018
She was a ghost
floating through rooms
listening to people's stories
She noticed everything
They noticed nothing
Glenn Currier Jun 2018
You are there in air
rustling in leaves
whooshing in sonorous song
chiming in wind among the trees.

Even here on this silver screen
you beam key to key bouncing
exciting protons making small creatures
one character at a time.

You even whisper so quietly
in the daily hum of my life
I rarely hear or notice
the strong power of your love.

How can I miss the soft sound
hiding in the passages of my day
in my every breath
you traveling freely
in every molecule of my being?

I need to try harder
second to second
to listen first
to the sibilant sound
of you tiptoeing
in the background
your acoustic presence
in every step I take
every noise I make
every thought I conceive
you never never leave
me here or anywhere alone.

Sometime you seem nearly silent
until you roar back in the hymns
I can hear if I but listen
for you in the voices
of strangers, enemies and friends.  

You seem invisible
until I open my eyes
to you there in the creases
frowns and smiles
of every person I pass.

You are a symphony
and its composer
I can encounter
if I pay the coin of my attention
in the small moments of my day.

This day I hope
I can wake up
to the holy
all around
in every sight
in every sound
in the silences
tucked away
in between.
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