#caretaking - Hello Poetry

Why do I see angels That no one else can see? They look like people Just like you and like me. They are everywhere I have ever chanced to go. They work their magic secretly So nobody else can know. I see them helping people With subtle acts of kindness And don’t seem to suffer from What is a common blindness. They don’t look for rewards Or the sound of public applause. They share with generosity And quietly work at their cause. They don’t have wings But they are angels nonetheless. They fit the titled perfectly. We really don’t have to guess. I’m beginning to think Maybe I should not even try To figure this one out For me to understand why. Why do I see angels That no one else can see? They look like people Just like you and like me. They are everywhere I have ever chanced to go. They work their magic secretly So nobody else can know.

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Jan 25, 2016

Jan 25, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

I SEE ANGELS

Why do I see angels That no one else can see? They look like people Just like you and like me. They are everywhere I have ever chanced to go. They work their magic secretly So nobody else can know. I see them helping people With subtle acts of kindness And don’t seem to suffer from What is a common blindness. They don’t look for rewards Or the sound of public applause. They share with generosity And quietly work at their cause. They don’t have wings But they are angels nonetheless. They fit the titled perfectly. We really don’t have to guess. I’m beginning to think Maybe I should not even try To figure this one out For me to understand why. Why do I see angels That no one else can see? They look like people Just like you and like me. They are everywhere I have ever chanced to go. They work their magic secretly So nobody else can know.

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leave no trace upon my mind but fingerprints inside my heart till I can feel your touch inside falling straightaway apart leave me here, but not alone cause I can´t stand the silence piercing deep into my bone losing unrestrained my sense leave no marks upon my skin but scent and taste thereon till I can treat you as my kin till all my fear is gone

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Sep 7, 2019

Sep 7, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC

sayazandvouc

Fingerprints

leave no trace upon my mind but fingerprints inside my heart till I can feel your touch inside falling straightaway apart leave me here, but not alone cause I can´t stand the silence piercing deep into my bone losing unrestrained my sense leave no marks upon my skin but scent and taste thereon till I can treat you as my kin till all my fear is gone

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You see, The first evidence we have Of anything we could quantify As being akin to surgery Are fossil records Of skulls baring marks Which indicate tool usage. These marks from simple holes Driven into these skulls, Likely made to try & deal with the mind Or some ailment of the brain. Thoughts, "evil spirits." But, one must ask, "From where did they get these ideas?" The woodpecker? The first surgeon?

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Apr 23, 2025

Apr 23, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Wild Animals Talking!

You see, The first evidence we have Of anything we could quantify As being akin to surgery Are fossil records Of skulls baring marks Which indicate tool usage. These marks from simple holes Driven into these skulls, Likely made to try & deal with the mind Or some ailment of the brain. Thoughts, "evil spirits." But, one must ask, "From where did they get these ideas?" The woodpecker? The first surgeon?

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