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 I wish I was Donald Trump He can't be bothered with facts If you tell him prices are going up at the pump He tell you 'You're wrong, just re... [read more] |
 I fold the silence into paper, address it to your absence, and let the ink wander where my voice could not. Every word is a br... [read more] |
 In that garden just at the edge of Thebes, strategically planted trees---Sycamore Figs and Tamarisks---provide an efficient canopy of shade.... [read more] |
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Seth says, "I love to get naked, but keeping "my socks on---especially sheer OTC's---" "feels more naked than merely naked: and more "... [read more] |
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Getting naked, Seth did not remove his sheer OTC's before love. But through the fabric, slightly less sheer at the toes, I saw that hi... [read more] |
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Border and Light: A Dialogue Poem Kenneth: The border is not a line, but a wound that will not close. Frederick: Yet even... [read more] |
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the world enters unannounced.the body gives its final measure.the rhythm that keeps time ... [read more] |
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I am grateful for understanding the simple key to healing… that has been reinforced in me since my life was long ago unfurled:... [read more] |
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I wish more people were blessed to understand how we are on this Earth not to cause sorrow…but to bring joy How we are here to... [read more] |
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When he was young the way his Grandma and Granddad loved each other was easy for him to see… He assumed the way they loved was the wa... [read more] |
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A poet, emblem. A sire watcher over still tides measures of prefect perception dialogue of saints High society [read more] |
 Amidst the fog I search for thee’ Presence I seek, You remain a mystery An encounter, perhaps, I manifest deeply Amidst the fog I search for... [read more] |
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There once was a Dad named Clyde Whose two kids loved to play outside Clyde didn't mind They were easy to find He'd sit in... [read more] |
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at first glance: a lantern catching the outline of a face. on the last vigil: the same lantern gutter... [read more] |
 maybe, if the world stopped spinning theyd see, maybe just maybe, it wouldnt be only me... stuck in standstill, frozen in time, now please d... [read more] |