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a faint pencil line
marks dusk's far off horizon
in day's curtain close
Despair does actually have the last word
Then eternal silence
What does it contain
After all that violence?
 Jun 2021 Anthony Pierre
Maddy
A pastry.
A Danish, almond preferably.
A large cookie from the bakery
A Multi-grain or rye bagel.
Walking twenty five miles a week affords this
Iced green tea accompaniment when dewpoint goes over seventy
Truth be told, iced tea is a preferred beverage all year long with lemon
Being an epicurean is fun but not easy.
Then again that is every day of the week.
The treat is once a week.

C@rainbowchaser2021
 Jun 2021 Anthony Pierre
dlp
Man, woman;

Woman, man.

Man, man;

Woman, woman.

Man, woman, man;

Woman, man, woman.

Man, man, man;

Woman, woman woman.

Woman, man, woman;

Man, woman, man.

Woman, woman;

Man, man.

Woman, man;

Man, woman.

POW
i have been working on poems that have very few words
In truth,
I'd love to believe
that he's gone to
a better place,

but
I'm not sure I
believe there's a
better place than here

with us.
A friend of mine came to me for a chat as he lost someone dear to him. I'd have loved to believe that his friend had gone somewhere special, but they were so close that I think that the best place he could of gone was round for a cup of coffee or three.
 Jun 2021 Anthony Pierre
Eloisa
And she took some tiny steps
to love herself.
Slowly whirling toward the rainbow,
a light guide to her greatest love.
With colors like no other.
Enjoying her journey,
a wildflower embracing herself.
Growing wherever she chooses,
in the stillness of the stars and the rhythm of the breeze.
Wind and pain,
sunshine and rain,
A velvety night,
a meadow in the sky.
And she took some more steps
to love herself.
She doesn’t have a name,
she’s a wildflower dancing free.
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