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 Nov 2020 Angela Kirk
Heather
Him
 Nov 2020 Angela Kirk
Heather
Him
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
 Nov 2020 Angela Kirk
Saudia R
2019
 Nov 2020 Angela Kirk
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
The power of my mind
From parentage divine
To act with true free will
And all my dreams fulfill

The power of my heart
A kindness to impart
To share life’s path with you
And keep the loving view

The power of my hands
To carry out my plans
To work with you, as friends
For life - it has no ends

The power of my feet
To walk where we can meet
For when we act as one
Our joy has just begun
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You can enjoy more power in your life..!  We are here on earth to act, and not to be acted upon - and to choose to use power in positive ways.
This poem describes how we can use our power in different ways.
 Nov 2020 Angela Kirk
caroline
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

— The End —