Barks and purrs
Chirps and nickers
Soulful eyes
Light up and flicker
All mean the world to me
I’m ever blessed in their company
Walking Angels one and all
Hooves, Claws, Wings and Paws…
Curriculum Vitae….
Will our History be written
by the hands of gentle men
or will the ruins left by wars
replace the ink in pens….?
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Spilled Ink…
Would a face turn
From this simple gift
Or tear the parchment
Of a poem penned?
Might feelings spilled
In one moment of vulnerability
And careless abandon
Encourage a deaf ear to hear?
Could some worth be seen
In an offering so small,
Absent a jewels shine,
Holding solely this beating heart of mine?
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Window Pain…
Has bitterness
Warped the view
Or did the looking glass
simply break….?
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Indifference….
Your parting words
” You’ve changed..it isn’t fair “
My silence watched you leave
Disappointment filled the air…
I’ve changed
That’s certainly true
The death of a lifelong love
Can do that to you..
I’ve changed
I’m not as strong
Grief lays heavy
Pain stole my song..
Yes, I’ve changed
Though in pieces now…I’m still me
It’s fair to say
You couldn’t see…..
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Piece De Resistance
This anticipated sunset came early
When purpose and prowess would no longer be required
Her Masterpiece at last complete
And now the twilight would find an Author…
Aimless….
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Reaching Hope
She opened her eyes
at last
Blinking back the weight of foggy dreams
too long left drifting
between hope and yearning…
Empty hands stretched out in earnest desire
grasping for a solid way
to wield life into imaginings
that lay in quiet wanting…
no longer content to be held at bay….
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Luna..
Older by far
than all here who breathe
We come and we go
but you never leave
With memories eternal
of this revolving stage
Our entire book of life
is your mere turning page
When my chapters all are written
and with stars I do commune
I’ll no longer look with envy
At you ….our glowing constant Moon….
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From dust….
Chaos strapped on steel toed intent
crashing through comfort
crushing all sentiment
gnashing it’s jaws and it’s teeth dripping hate
Chaos chuckled with glee while snacking on fate
Weakened rubble remained
Ashes clinging to dust
Somehow hope had survived
left to rise
….as it must….
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Speak…Clearly
Variations of Intent
Points are crossed
Thoughts get bent..
Clarity when blurred is hard
Spoken words
Can cut like shards..
Have a care
With words you say
Lest you eat them
All one day…
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