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an icicle broke off from
the gutter of my porch,

stabbing my hydrangea
bush right in the heart.

i could reprimand the
shattered remains of an
icy spear,

and then bandage the
wound with a layer
of snow–

yet it occurs to me to maybe
quarter an apple with a
Swiss Army knife,

this pooling of thoughts like
pale blood seeping out of a
painfully frozen morning—

turning me white like
heavy frost over
so many early roses...


s jones
2021


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07 Feb 2021
 Feb 2021 Bobby Copeland
Shira
stars, light years away
they are long dead and gone, yet
we still see their light
my first post here, just a little haiku
I realized that I love you

And I knew dreams could come

True and your gentle touch

Has made my heart beat for you.
So Beautiful ❤️🥰
True love is when you miss her
And all the happiness and joy
Has just faded away into thin air
And when you talked all through the night
Just watching her smile so bright
And then smell of flowers in the air
And never get tired of hearing her laugher
And this sends chills down your spine
But you stop and close your eyes
And you see her smiling back at you
And she whispers, I love you
And a lonely tear rolls down my face.
Our Life ❤️
We can never
Have world peace
In this world because
PALESTINE is not free
And the whole world
Can truly see.
Our Crazy World 🌍
For the first time in my
life, I saw colors- not like
normal people see colors; my recent woman
sees colors all the time.
This morning, there was
purple splashed all over my room.
Once, in her sleep, she said
the word 'purple.'
I asked her what it meant,
she said, 'Knowledge of the future.'
I know she will try and ***** this
sickness out of me; God Bless her.
What do I know about the future?
I know it looks bleak, and the
doves are crying.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_arvp3Q6C8c
Check out my you tube channel where I read from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
I was feeling
down
depressed
and dark.
I put
some
rocks in my
cup
to uplift my
spirits,
to climb
out of the hole.

I want to
run on
the clouds
and
touch the sun;
go 180 around
the third turn.
Feel nothing but
the wind;
go out like
Earnhardt Sr.
in
a blaze of
glory.
Last lap
last run.
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