#adhesive - Hello Poetry

Actually I think I would rather have a fruit Or a leaf Pennies don't get you much Where I come from Actually They don't get you anything Except a weird look But that is okay I don't care It is pretty I love pretty things Even if they hold no value I cherish them Like I cherish adhesives Adhesives are great They stick things together Sometimes I wish I could adhesify My love And stick her to me Forever I love her Now I am sad

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Nov 13, 2014

Nov 13, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC

kollitiki-vradypodes

A Penny For My Thoughts

Actually I think I would rather have a fruit Or a leaf Pennies don't get you much Where I come from Actually They don't get you anything Except a weird look But that is okay I don't care It is pretty I love pretty things Even if they hold no value I cherish them Like I cherish adhesives Adhesives are great They stick things together Sometimes I wish I could adhesify My love And stick her to me Forever I love her Now I am sad

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This is a basic social unit, That goes through different situations and circumstances Some, stay together....some do not Most stick it out...........but, no matter what At day's end, they exchange views, Share smiles....tears....and laughter Over wine...coffee...or tea... Just like in a classroom, or gatherings Every voice is heard...ideas, opinions considered No one is intimidated...or alienated... Lest they be driven far away Til they go off...........astray... Energy emitted Is like an adhesive That keeps everyone close by They go to different places Yet, to their comforting space, They return.........they come home, Where they feel their needs are Provided Whether they be Physical Emotional Especially, Spiritual Where they learn the value of family You...me...he...she, It could be a parent Or, a grandparent A sibling, a daughter or a son, Even grandchildren, Any member, Could be the one that makes everyone feel at home The one that approximates distances The one that serves as the G l u e To hold family together. Sally Copyright April 14, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC

sally-a-bayan

G L U E

This is a basic social unit, That goes through different situations and circumstances Some, stay together....some do not Most stick it out...........but, no matter what At day's end, they exchange views, Share smiles....tears....and laughter Over wine...coffee...or tea... Just like in a classroom, or gatherings Every voice is heard...ideas, opinions considered No one is intimidated...or alienated... Lest they be driven far away Til they go off...........astray... Energy emitted Is like an adhesive That keeps everyone close by They go to different places Yet, to their comforting space, They return.........they come home, Where they feel their needs are Provided Whether they be Physical Emotional Especially, Spiritual Where they learn the value of family You...me...he...she, It could be a parent Or, a grandparent A sibling, a daughter or a son, Even grandchildren, Any member, Could be the one that makes everyone feel at home The one that approximates distances The one that serves as the G l u e To hold family together. Sally Copyright April 14, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Phantom Itch A Poem by Corset Right there... ...and... not... I've got that itch again, the one that Amputees know so well... He always loved the color of my eyes after tears, you would laugh at me and still court the silence process the cold without me. Sing off key without fear... brave the holidays but still remember you were once a part of me Phantom Limb that was loved. A soul ache of compassion the severed branch untouchable, the occupied empty.

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Feb 13, 2017

Feb 13, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC

corset

Phantom Itch

Phantom Itch A Poem by Corset Right there... ...and... not... I've got that itch again, the one that Amputees know so well... He always loved the color of my eyes after tears, you would laugh at me and still court the silence process the cold without me. Sing off key without fear... brave the holidays but still remember you were once a part of me Phantom Limb that was loved. A soul ache of compassion the severed branch untouchable, the occupied empty.

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