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Tom Turner Dec 2020
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What will we remember
in the coming years,
if all this ends in tears?

If passion become patience
and dancing becomes TV
and I love you
becomes good-night?

What will we remember?
Good times or just good byes?
Tom Turner Dec 2020
She passed in December –
No time is good, but
that seems the worst.

Until you remember
God decorates the heavens
At Christmas first.
Tom Turner Dec 2020
She stabbed me in the heart, and
walked away without looking back.

The pain is slowly killing me –
someone please, pull out the knife.
Hold me, kiss me, give me life.
Tom Turner Dec 2020
Sometimes,
in the dead of night
I remember us.
Not how we started
or even how we ended.
Just the goodness
of being us
Tom Turner Nov 2020
At the corner of
Justice Way and MLK Drive
he set up a booth
under a light
and a sign that read
Right of Way

He put up a banner
over his booth –
Media Must Always
Tell The Truth.

The press rallied ‘round
and tore the booth down
and shot out the light –
no one could tell them
the Way of Right.
Tom Turner Nov 2020
Poetry is that secret panacea
meant to be shared
by those who pain so badly
that only literary
band-aids help.
Tom Turner Nov 2020
Just a random thought –
It is truly a wonder that
husbands are not pretty close
to being perfect people
when you realize
how very often
their errors and transgressions
are pointed out to them
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