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 Jun 2021 Valsa George
Steve
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 Jun 2021 Valsa George
Steve
Stick me in the washer
Spin me round and round
Put me on a cycle
Till my waste is found
Run me on the treadmill
Chase me up the hills
Look after my well being
Take the bitter pills
Look at what I’m eating
Only healthy food
No wine or whisky and certainly not;
No being rude!
Life’s about to change
I’ve to be a new man
Three stents in my arteries
I’m drafting up a plan
I’m thinking of a six pack
And growing new dark hair
Refreshing all my teeth and gums
And going round quite bare
I think I’ll be an icon
Like George or John or Paul
And spread the words of peace and love
From off the subway wall.
A funny thing happened to me the other day...
And I’m lucky enough to be able to tell the tale.
When  looking with
eyes closed  and open mind
you can see perfection coming together.
A sooting calmness within.
The way it was in the very beginning.....
When  everything was pure.
Immaculate like the ****** Mary.
When all souls were filled with light.
Feeling the wind caressing
while listening to the sounds
of nature
Putting you  in a state of meditation.
Love, winning field  over all the hatred
Light, taking over
Nothing but peaceful bliss


Shell ✨🐚
Looking at nature can give you this feelimg.
Everything is a matter of time
Sometimes you just sit
Watch the time
You wait while time goes by
Then time goes so fast
Not enough time
To do all the things
Always in a rush
In the end
Time doesn’t wait
Doesn’t wait for a
life unfinished
Then
Clock is ticking while
time stands still
Everybody’s gone
The wait is over
The light has left the eyes
No more rush
The time has come
To go home

Shell ✨🐚
Her skin is full
of holes, and
she's ***** by
the dawn on a
daily basis;
wandering the midnight
streets of this
broken City.
Her feet are
calloused and raw.
That once tough heart is
soft now, looking for
love in the rabid
faces of evil.
Seagulls still fly into
cars, and spiders
spin webs in the dark.
Abandoned houses have
become her home
and her soul aches
for someone to hold.
Sometimes,
dreams float by,
like a dragonfly
on a soft breeze.
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Here's a link to my recently published Limited Edition book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories.
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Lost inside a labyrinth

Tight-lipped tinkerer
open-mouthed cynosure

Pressing matters completing their circuit
all things said, but not spoken

Osculated locution, succinct phrasing
released, but not heard

The human element imparting
seminal spark
—together felt and touched

A tingling syntax
owing to its art
becoming its nucleus

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