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"endurable" poems
Although I hardly gave it a thought I didn't really doubt our miniature juniper, a bonsai, would survive our desert vacation.                                                           It likes the dry air of our home, needs water once a week at most and seems meditative and active, both. While away I rediscovered my love of agaves -                                                           sotol and century plant - met Mortonia and became reacquainted with squawbush, its citrus drupe which makes traveling the long horizon of the desert uplands endurable.                                                           Live oaks - emory, wavyleaf - dominant and regally spaced giving ground to mesquite only on the sere sand flats. I counted and drew inflorescenses, spikelets, florets, awns but grasses                                                            remain a mystery their microscopic parts. This year I'll study, give them serious thought before our Spring starts. The cactus wren was the one bird I could be certain about. Sunsets                                                            made me sorry the desert is not my home. But the ocotilloes flowered before we left and that made up for the vicious attack of a hedgehog cactus. Impressive, ponderosa pine and Arizona cypress                                                            the canyon canopy watered with snowmelt and along the high cliffs limestone formations predating our arrival by ten million years of weather. Newspapers kept us aware humanity had not accomplished yet                                                            the end of history and that was fair. The planes were full of citizens who no longer applaud upon landing. Snow flew, not a pinyon pine or manzanita within two moons walking. On the dining room sideboard, waiting,                                                            our miniature juniper.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
Miniature Juniper
Although I hardly gave it a thought I didn't really doubt our miniature juniper, a bonsai, would survive our desert vacation.                                                           It likes the dry air of our home, needs water once a week at most and seems meditative and active, both. While away I rediscovered my love of agaves -                                                           sotol and century plant - met Mortonia and became reacquainted with squawbush, its citrus drupe which makes traveling the long horizon of the desert uplands endurable.                                                           Live oaks - emory, wavyleaf - dominant and regally spaced giving ground to mesquite only on the sere sand flats. I counted and drew inflorescenses, spikelets, florets, awns but grasses                                                            remain a mystery their microscopic parts. This year I'll study, give them serious thought before our Spring starts. The cactus wren was the one bird I could be certain about. Sunsets                                                            made me sorry the desert is not my home. But the ocotilloes flowered before we left and that made up for the vicious attack of a hedgehog cactus. Impressive, ponderosa pine and Arizona cypress                                                            the canyon canopy watered with snowmelt and along the high cliffs limestone formations predating our arrival by ten million years of weather. Newspapers kept us aware humanity had not accomplished yet                                                            the end of history and that was fair. The planes were full of citizens who no longer applaud upon landing. Snow flew, not a pinyon pine or manzanita within two moons walking. On the dining room sideboard, waiting,                                                            our miniature juniper.
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You're the muse behind my every song You're what connects this body to its soul The darkest of nights find its dawn in you You are the eye of the most ferocious storm Oh, love i think it's time Oh, love, won't you be mine? Oh, love, can't you just see I want the world to see you be with me You're the goosebumps i get in the middle of the night You're what the stars have been telling me about The shyest of flowers bloom at your touch You are the hope that keeps the fragile thread  by which my sanity hangs from breaking apart Oh love, I think it's time Oh, love won't you be mine Oh, love, can't you just see I want the world to see you be with me You are the brokeness that heals itself You are the words that i have been looking for all along The most endurable concrete cracks and sprouts where you walk You are the love that only results from a great deal of suffering Oh love, I think i it's time Oh, love won't you be mine Oh, love, can't you just see I want the world to see you be with me
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Oh, Love
Do you ever feel so worthless ? Like everything about you – your life, your mind- was a mess? Do you ever wish the pain would end ? Like somehow the hurt would magically mend. Do you ever want to die ? Like maybe death could be your highest high. Do you ever feel fed up as **** ? Like maybe you just want to jump in front of a truck. Do you ever think about your funeral ? Like maybe people wouldn’t mourn, like your death was endurable. Do you ever think about if your parents would cry ? Like maybe it wouldn’t really matter if you were to die. Do you like the sting of the blade ? Like the pain and the blood is the best kind of aid. Do you ever think you’ll miss it ? Like being sad was the only thing your mind would permit. Do you ever think that you could be happier ? Like you wanted to, but couldn’t because of some barrier. Do you ever wish you weren’t alone ? Like maybe it’d help, having someone for your own. Do you ever feel so worthless ? Like you’re so helpless, wishing you’d be breathless. Wishing breathing was painless, but knowing trying is aimless. Knowing your death would be thoughtless, no one would be speechless. And even in your grave, you know the pain is endless, restless, & absolutely merciless.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Do You Ever Feel So Worthless?
Your beauty is undeniable I’ll always be reliable Starting with your smile Bright enough from a mile You’re down to earth Even past the bottommost spec of dirt Your mind so pure Easily the sorrow cure I must confess Why I believe I’m blessed I’m your foundation And Salvation From that foundation you arise From yours so do I Spiraling beyond that blue sky After that last faint good bye It's simple love is an infestation Uncontrollable and even Endurable through incarceration
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
Love is an infestation
Thousand thunderous tones continuously smash walls, Shouts, the constant shouts of deafening pitch shriek. Echoing vibes loudly quiver mimicking tyke calls, Make living conditions unbearable here so too speak. As passing hours swoop by, vision of pale white cheek Creates an environment within endurable in a mind, Still even now understands not why I left you behind. Those memories, that we are thankfully blessed with, Too simply close your eyes lie back and fly away. All the recounts of stories, song and a ye' old myth Held on a tip and flung just as quick the tongues sway, Gently fluttering the air in a kind of a childish play. Towards my god, I humbly give thanks so I thank. Within my heart, all memories of you I gladly drank. Prime flowers spray their scented aroma over green, Whilst the honeybees hoard yellow buds of ambrosia. Encircled by sweet tender winds and sun shines sheen, Bathing light duplicating your lips of the genus rosa, My lovin' breast heaves fondly with warmth of Jehovah. Fading squalls diminish dreaming emphatically of you Opportunistically implorin' to sweep up your essence hue.
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Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
Thousand thunderous tones
Too many Too little So much time Not enough time There's two So you have two There's one So you have none                                                                                             Overwhelming                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                               Calm                                                                                                                Easy                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                               Hard                                                                                                    Unbearable                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                      Endurable                                                                                                 Unbelievable                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                          Possible                                                                                                  Unbreakable                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                          Delicate You have to choose Even if you don't want to choose Because you have a choice Even if you don't know you have a choice Indecisive Or Just not right now Life is hard.
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Choices
Too many Too little So much time Not enough time There's two So you have two There's one So you have none                                                                                             Overwhelming                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                               Calm                                                                                                                Easy                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                               Hard                                                                                                    Unbearable                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                      Endurable                                                                                                 Unbelievable                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                          Possible                                                                                                  Unbreakable                                                                                                                    Or                                                                                                          Delicate You have to choose Even if you don't want to choose Because you have a choice Even if you don't know you have a choice Indecisive Or Just not right now Life is hard.
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These are things we do not Speak of, A class of violence that breeds A certain endurable suffering..... It is in the curious nature Of survival Which caresses the poor And listens only to the nocturnal Whispers of savages, Crude and tameable It is accepted outside of the unacceptable, Where the deep concerns For low income pass through The eye of a needle and they Can shout from a safe distance With charitable murmurs Enthusiastically hoping one Makes it out of the ghetto. Home is where the heart is, A heart of the unacceptable With victims below middle class, Chronic renewal of violence, Another ethnic man with darkness On skin is dead, The eloquent news states, The futile concerns from outside Keeping the animals in place. The permissible violence Is lamented in segments and tidbits, It is good only that the poor Might stay out of the unacceptable.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
A Permissable Violence
Through the telephone wire (remember those?) crawled in an earwig, such a talented insect. He would take over, chew and choose the words, words heard or not, from time after, a stranger called to tell me you were dead. This bug in my ear, sent by a stranger to allow a coping mechanism in. That voracious little beetle heard everything since. What he does not spit out, relayed through pinchers immutably clamped upon my right eardrum. This strange and pleasing tic of mine, my earwig is evolutionary. Something I consider gifted from Late Triassic period, a time I refuse to remember. A transmitter and editing device, only letting in what is endurable, so I need not wrestle with rest. My happy parasite, working so hard to eliminate pain of many deaths that came after first one, all the lovers lost. Pestilence still vibrates through a tuning fork on back end of bug. Chaw and discharge, seeping out my ear can no longer be ignored. No longer holds on.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
My Pet Earwig
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never finds the courage to let that person knows how you feel. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before we meet the right ones, so that when we finally meet the right person,we will know how to be grateful for that gift Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance in a relationship and finds out you still care for that person. A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go . When the door of happiness closes,another opens but often times, we look so long at the close door that we don't see the one which have been opened for us. The best kind of friend is the kind you can just be with, never say a word and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. It is true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it But its also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they love you back. Don't expect Love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. There re things you would love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from the heart. Love comes to those who still hope, although they've been disappointed To those who believe, although they've been betrayed. To those who still need to love, although they've been hurt before And to those, Who've the courage and faith to build trust again. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone An hour, to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Don't go for looks, they can be deceiving don't go for wealth, even that fades away Go for someone who makes you smile to make a dark day endurable.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Thoughts i Harbour
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never finds the courage to let that person knows how you feel. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before we meet the right ones, so that when we finally meet the right person,we will know how to be grateful for that gift Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance in a relationship and finds out you still care for that person. A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go . When the door of happiness closes,another opens but often times, we look so long at the close door that we don't see the one which have been opened for us. The best kind of friend is the kind you can just be with, never say a word and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. It is true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it But its also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they love you back. Don't expect Love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. There re things you would love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from the heart. Love comes to those who still hope, although they've been disappointed To those who believe, although they've been betrayed. To those who still need to love, although they've been hurt before And to those, Who've the courage and faith to build trust again. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone An hour, to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Don't go for looks, they can be deceiving don't go for wealth, even that fades away Go for someone who makes you smile to make a dark day endurable.
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🥀There is a comfort in the strength of love;twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain ,or Break the heart".🥀 Few Lines from A Master piece 🥀William Wordsworth🥀 🥀_Shilhamadhuri_🥀
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Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 1:09 PM UTC
🥀LOVE, BRAIN ,HEART🥀
We sit together Cuddling and talking But we're miles away More often than not. However Somehow The little bit of time I spend In your presence Somehow makes this separation Endurable.
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
For you
raised walls painted so that distanced towers stand recognisably, cast desires public displaced with prevented wills, spinning crosses effaced with artificial elements exchanged, artisans' land ideally used for first reaping, agreements planned for disagreements, disdain and new deviances, embraced parrots' ardent admiration is endurable, disgraced so that facts of recognition are eternally evident, grand appearances and objects, disinterested vigilance and changes ever introduced to affairs honourable, things abstracted neutrally exploring unreal occasions of opulence, listed and inherited, favoured for ritual houses and wares priced, a result of lost words pouring
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
raised walls painted so that distanced towers stand
He readily agrees, Yes, is such a deadly disease and he's got it real bad, being lonely is sad but it's curable endurable and Yes, is the placebo not the answer.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
Mail shot