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  Feb 2022 Juneau
William J Donovan
Stab me with your pen
in my poet heart amen
hate my poems of truth
so **** real and uncouth
bury me among my poems
sacred graves truth owns.
  Dec 2021 Juneau
ThePoet
We were gifted sleep so we could only
have visions of madness
And bestowed eyes that would only
cry tears of sadness
We were granted arms so we could only
fend against the violence
And blessed with ears that would only
hear ignores and silence

We were gifted hands so we could only
hold the weight of the earth
And bestowed minds that would only
think less of our worth
We were granted feet so we could only
run away from the dangers
And blessed with hearts that would only
confide in the strangers

We were gifted lives so we could only
plea for our own deaths
And bestowed lungs that would only
breathe meaningless breaths
We were granted mouths so we could only
converse in our screams
And blessed with bodies that would only
be alive in our dreams

©
Juneau Nov 2021
I’m Stressed
Depressed
But today
I got dressed
Every day
Is bleak and grey
Just like the rest
But today
I got dressed
Today I got dressed
November 7 2021

Every step counts
  Jul 2021 Juneau
William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the. mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
  Jul 2021 Juneau
natalee
i break my own heart
texting you back
i know you don’t want me
but look where i’m at
baby i’m so lonely
and besides
you always reply back
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