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Diamonds đź’Ž
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Love ❤️
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Your
Love
From
Peace
And
Respect
Verbal and physical abuse is not love....it doesn’t matter how much someone (he or she)says they love you, once they start to get comfortable by disrespecting you, exit! Before things get out of hand...when you love someone, you cherish and respect that someone. I’m the type, even the F word bothers me...I am the youngest of 4 siblings, none of them can say that I used the F word toward them when I’m mad, not even when I was a teenager,  but one thing they will tell that, I keep to myself and stand up for myself! There’s a line you’re not supposed to cross.
I raise my son to always show respect to others, money cannot buy  love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
Dear Queens and Kings, raise your princesses and princes right and be an example to them.
Show them a peace of mind and happy you.
Alexa, repeat
Verbal and physical abuse is not love....it doesn’t matter how much someone (he or she)says they love you, once they start to get comfortable by disrespecting you, exit! Before things get out of hand...when you love someone, you cherish and respect that someone. I’m the type, even the F word bothers me...I am the youngest of 4 siblings, none of them can say that I used the F word toward them when I’m mad, not even when I was a teenager,  but one thing they will tell that, I keep to myself and stand up for myself! There’s a line you’re not supposed to cross.
I raise my son  to always show respect to others, money cannot buy  love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
Dear Queens and Kings, raise your princesses and princes right and be an example to them.
Show them a peace of mind and a happy you.
Alexa, repeat

Verbal and physical abuse is not love....it doesn’t matter how much someone (he or she)says they love you, once they start to get comfortable by disrespecting you, exit! Before things get out of hand...when you love someone, you cherish and respect that someone. I’m the type, even the F word bothers me...I am the youngest of 4 siblings, none of them can say that I used the F word toward them when I’m mad, not even when I was a teenager,  but one thing they will tell that, I keep to myself and stand up for myself! There’s a line you’re not supposed to cross.
I raise my son to always show respect to others, money cannot buy  love.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
Dear Queens and Kings, raise your princesses and princes right and be an example to them.
Show them a peace of mind and happy you.
 Apr 2022 Sharon Talbot
Marilina
You don’t know if you’ll survive today
You don’t know if you’ll survive tomorrow
You can hope that your loved ones are safe
Pray they don’t suffer and feel no sorrow
Here
Now
I shall meet you
in the middle
Even a step
or two more
if need be
Once there
let's put our differences aside
- joining hands -
and with pure motive
remind each other
what we love about us
Come to me my love,

On a ******* overlooking a weightless ocean

Where the grains cover our toes as they depress the sodden ground

Come to me my love,

In a deep dark forest with vegetation thick

Obscuring the sacred path

Where your hand guides me along an animalistic route, savage like we once were

Come to me my love,

Atop a skyscraper in a great city of lovers

Where steam flows from the vents and you hold me watching the sun spread across the buildings

Come to me my love,

Aboard a ship placed upon an ocean blue

Where the past floats to a new future, and you kiss me at the bow

Come to me my love,

In a ***** Dachau of human existence, clawing to survive

and bread the most valuable commodity

Where our bread molds because neither of us is willing to eat until the other is nourished

Come to me my love,

To the Hindu wheel of all the pasts before us

Where our only struggle was to find each other and the only life is a future

Come to me my love,

To a moon soaked room, windows opened after a rain

Where man holds the key to unlock a sweaty night of groping, grabbing, salty licks

Come to me my love,

Your head laying on my pillow

a golden cataract spilling like the waters of everlasting life

Where our blue eyes meet and all the pasts’ spring forth to our future

All the places we will go become clear

All the kisses we will share are repeated

The breeze bumps our skin and with the softest lips you say

“I love you”
This poem was in collaboration with a writer by the name of N. Korroe
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i tell myself sometimes–

"Cut !"

when i remember
out of impulse
some bad event(s)

playing on a taped
loop of myself
screaming—

and denied scissors
capable of putting
ends to it...



s jones
Mar 2022

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voices in the wind swept rain
graves open and never close
eye of the storm

america we need you now
to fight against the monster

monster on the loose
putin's neck in a noose

the stench of death and deception
reaches up through the sky

freedom
freedom
freedom

FREE THE UKRAINE
 Apr 2022 Sharon Talbot
Jenovah
I’m bursting open
Cracking open Winter’s
Invisible shell
Sun light reaching in
Me reaching out

Colors seeping back
A water-color absorption
A little further to reach
A little longer to wait

I’m almost in full bloom
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