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 Nov 2021 Traci Sims
Mikey
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 Nov 2021 Traci Sims
Mikey
you promised me forever,
and all i got was a chapter in your book.
The words I cannot say to you
I'll trace along your spine
To a record player's susurrating song.
I fight the feel of falling,
Asleep or otherwise,
But the nocturnes lull,
And so you pull me quietly along.

- p. winter
Art is everywhere you look
Art is every living thing
The music in your ears
The songs that people sing
Art is in the buildings, the countryside, the hills
Art is filled with history
Art gives me the chills
Art is daring
Art is bold
Art is inspiration, waiting to explode
Art is paintbrush drawn with hand
Art is always in demand
Sold, if someone’s most impressed
Art is beauty, thoughts expressed
There's something to be said
for a sunlit room,
for the shimmer of the sea,
for a lit salt lamp.

But there's value too
in the meditative moonlight
of a mountainside
above the dark city
 Oct 2021 Traci Sims
A Poet
Chains of d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶s,
  are my tributes to the world.
Failed poems full of incogitable nuances
   each number, another sorrow,
Full of my of diluted fantasies of happiness.
Paint a succession of damages, of a broken heart
    which sings its same old tune,
        old , overplayed, disappointing tune.
 Oct 2021 Traci Sims
Mitch Prax
I was never good
at saying goodbye.
Sometimes, things are better left unsaid,
but overall, I think goodbyes are
preferable to the silence.
Goodbyes can hurt,
but they can also bring closure.
So, while goodbyes are not my strong suit,
they are often necessary
to avoid a lifetime of
uncertainty.
 Oct 2021 Traci Sims
Silver heart
We’ve all heard life is like a box of chocolate and in some cases it is.
You don’t always get what you want
it’s always a surprise.
there’s the bad and the good,
And
it’s bitter, salty and sweet
it doesn’t last long
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