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 Jan 2021 MT Browder
phil roberts
There's a shower of rain
Yet the sun still shines
There must be a rainbow
Somewhere

An old man nods in his chair
He came from nowhere
And went nowhere else
Journeying all the way

Now he journeys through time
Down the aching years
Things that he's seen and done
Some good and wondrous
And some of them terrible

An old man nods in his chair
Travelling
Behind closed eyes
All the things he's seen and done
The people he's known
All the things he's said
Within his nodding head

Tears pour down his face
Down the canyons grooved by time
And yet he smiles
Gently and softly
There must be a rainbow
Somewhere

                       By Phil Roberts
I thought I'd give this another airing.
 Jan 2021 MT Browder
ljr
i love you
 Jan 2021 MT Browder
ljr
They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time, at the end of the argument
and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them, because it would never stop

I love you beyond
 Dec 2020 MT Browder
Haylin
1.11
 Dec 2020 MT Browder
Haylin
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
Your path to heaven should be littered
with forgiveness.
 Oct 2020 MT Browder
Jaxey
My heart sits
for the taking
a poem
waiting
just for you
someone pls steal my heart away
I feel the sick in my bones
     and the death in my blood.
     I wish we'd live forever and
     dance naked and drunk and taste
     each other and scream pleasure's
     hallelujah into endless nights.
I wish this could be more uplifting. We'll always have Paris!
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