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  Jan 2016 Lena Waters
A Thomas Hawkins
...after what feels like years of falling off the horse and being advised by well meaning friends that the best course of action is to get right back on, it has dawned on me that rather than falling off the horse I am indeed being thrown, as demonstrated by the invariable trampling I receive while trying to regain my feet. I have therefore decided to take this as life's way of telling me to stay the **** away from horses.
Lena Waters Jan 2016
If home is where the heart is,
Who did you sell mine to?
For I must traipse without delay,
To follow this lead through.

If home is where the heart is,
Why not me tell me that it's gone?
For I must now search day and night,
To hope you haven't won.

If home is where the heart is,
When did you sell on mine?
For I must go and beg not,
To find it on the line.

If home is where the heart is,
What possessed you so?
For I must scream and sob and cry,
To find out where to go.

If home is where the heart is,
Where are my stolen goods?
For I must cross this empty Earth,
To not drown in its floods.

*If home is where the heart is,
Why did you raze my own?
For I must leave you all behind,
To find my heart's new home.
Inspiration struck, and this journey of the 5 Ws and love began.
Lena Waters Jan 2016
strange
                how
                        my
                               heart*

                            Broke.
It was.
  Jan 2016 Lena Waters
Matt
I am happy
When people like
My poems

When people
Comment on my poems
If there is a criticism
That's okay too

Such kind people here
What we write here is important

I send my good wishes
To the writers here

In an ideal world
I would invite you
To my living room

To share the warmth
Of the fire

And offer you a glass
Of warm tea

Or hot chocolate Ovaltine
  Jan 2016 Lena Waters
Norman dePlume
I think
             the folks at Liquors.com
are wondering why
no one clicks on
“12 cocktails to drink
              before you die.”
Lena Waters Jan 2016
Is it not ironic
   that to be grateful
        for what we have

*we must first lose it all?
It's about time I restarted my Poems for People and Life Reflection Poems collections back up.
Lena Waters Jan 2016
For all that at times it feels as if
you're being crushed by a monolith

God's own creation,
This beautiful Earth -
Just weight on your shoulders, without joy or mirth.

For all that at times it feels as if
there never can or will be life's one zenith

But then you remember,  
Your family and friends -
That small group of people,
Who will stay 'til the end.

For all that at times it feels as if
happiness and wonder are urban myths

That's when you dig down,
And find your last strength,
And grab it and pull it,
'Til it's five times its length.

For all that at times it feels as if
your life is a concert of resounding "What if?"s

That strength that you found,
It multiplies three,
Each day you spend time,
With your loving family.
For John Stevens, in light of his recent loss. Have the strength, John. :)
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