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A lump she is
A useless chunk
Of human protoplasm
A mind that can’t untie the knots,
Now neatly wrapped in silver duct tape
On a shelf just out of reach of devastated fingers.
Claw marks mar the surface of the tape
Evidence of effort spent in vain
To free the intellect
Now unplugged
And useless
As a rock.
ljm
This is what a minor stroke can do.
One two three
Look at silly me
Try with all my might
Never get it right.
         ljm
I believe in love
I believe it is the brush that paints sunrise
On a dark and lonely sky
(Ls)
Written when the name I wrote under was Lori Spring
I worked hard for
Everything I got
And didn’t get.

I’ve been cheated
By evil hands
And friendly ones
With their fingers crossed.

I looked for love
And found mostly
*** and degradation.

I reached for God
But my fingers
Were too slippery.
ljm
I think I may have already posted this.  If so, sorry.
 Nov 2021 Zoe Mae
Francie Lynch
Good morning, Dear Wife,
The only love of my life.
The sun's not yet up,
I'll go brew us a cup;
So, stay snug in our bed,
And I'll bring it up
With a bite that's enough,
Till you're ready to rise
With those gorgeous green eyes,
And join me this day,
And all days I do pray,
Till we rise up no more.
Not quite Maya Angelou
 Nov 2021 Zoe Mae
Ashly Kocher
I look out into the open air
Trying to have not a worry or a care
Yet in the back of my mind
I try to leave my worries behind
Letting them flutter away
Allowing them to escape
Out into the open air
Taking in the moments
Embracing them all
Not succumbing to the
Negative falls
 Nov 2021 Zoe Mae
RobbieG
Purpose
 Nov 2021 Zoe Mae
RobbieG
Start your day with goals
remind youself of purpose
be prepared to win
The
Amateur

The
Expert

The
Rookie

The
Aficionado

The
Freshman

The
Maestro

The
Dabbler

The
Craftsman

Poet

There's a place here
For everyone
With a passion
For words
Reading and writing is therapy
 Nov 2021 Zoe Mae
Maddy
Italy
 Nov 2021 Zoe Mae
Maddy
She beckons me to return
Something changed when the words work to live became a mantra
Celebrating friends and family with a joy never known before
Just because and a dolce vita state of mind
You enjoy and take out the good stemware and stuff for special occasions every day
You make every moment a holiday because indeed it is a gift to be here and enjoy
That is the reason
So until we meet again dear lovely cities
Your art and culture never stop filling my cup
Firenze look for me
Venezia your magic fills the air
Italy with a style and colors of its own
A tutto c'e' rimecho fuorche la morta
Arrivederci alla prossimo


C@rainbowchaser2021
while there is life there is hope
Goodbye until next time
Florence
Venice
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