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The final poem that I write…
a comment on itself

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Brother, this all you need to know about my life --
I live near a river where hawks **** & coyotes
run past with varments in their jaws
to be eaten-- fur, sinew
& bone.
Had a dream holding you
Your cheeks dimpled
Had a nightmare that you were gone
All I could see was the beauty fade away
It could be strange
But it's you I long for
Even when the lights turn dim
All I see is your perfect little face
My pride
You truly are my human lily
 Feb 2021 Michael Perry
Maddy
Not sure if a publisher will come and call again
Open to it but not depending on it
Writing is my craft and sometimes platform
Always trying to polish it and perfect it
Lately, observing and not trying to call in life is where it is right now
Yearning to travel and enjoy the world but not time yet
Patience is wearing thin and tired of people complaining
Yet, Patience surrounds me
We know what has happened, happening, and we are trying to move forward
So, Please don't ask
Trying to enjoy each day as it comes

C@rainbowchaser2021
Smoking  
In the wind

If she
comes my way

I love her
cold embrace

I fear not
the flame

For all that
turns and coils

In a mind so young
yet tamed

All the thoughts That
linger in the background

If only she could
carry them away
When drinking
by the fire

I can feel myself  
come undone

My nights have
never been colder

And I’m unnerved  
by what’s to come

So I focus on flames
to hide my endless
gaze

All the ghost’s  
Inside my head

Dare I say they
call my name
You are

The stirring in my breast

An aching need

My first and only wish

A place of perfect bliss

Every waking moment

Dread from which comes faith

My muse in times of reflection

Always out of reach

Fuel feeding the fire before it's quenched

The beating of my heart at it's last

An impression to mould a dream upon

The unobtainable desire

All I waste my writing upon

The dungeon in which I am trapped

Never seeing my worth

A friend and nothing else

I am

Too weak to accept this.
Killer of dreams
—the moment says goodbye

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2009)
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