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I want to thank the sky for crying that I don't have to weep And thank the sun for hiding that I may return to sleep The hours will pass slowly as I relive my yesterday One year ago exactly when my Bobby went away I want to thank friends and family, but special thanks are due To those who let...

I know someone who's still a stanger Because I do not know her name She passes by my house And her routine stays the same I say, "hello,' she nods and speaks And was soon I realized I knew her as my own reflection; Her smile never reaches her eyes. I leave her walk in privacy To live in some...

I know someone who's still a stanger Because I do not know her name She passes by my house And her routine stays the same I say, "hello,' she nods and speaks And was soon I realized I knew her as my own reflection; Her smile never reaches her eyes. I leave her walk in privacy To live in some...

Section, please, Yahoo.? How grateful, Lord, I am, for ordinary days Performing ordinary chores in ordinary ways Let others have the spotlight, center of the stage And all I'll ever ask for, Lord, are ordinary days. When the sun has finished and day is finally done I'm always most grateful...

have fun! okay? Briars Moss on a Rock A Game of Chance Coyote Trail On the Moon When Ruby Wears Red At Seven O'Clock The Last Dance Millie

Battles Who wears the victor's crown today Who makes us bow, touch our forelocks Who won the latest battle And bleached the other's bones with clorox? Who, indeed, is the winner Must take his prize and go Leave us all to forgive the sinner As you rest in victory's afterglow. However, judging...

Rhymer's gonna go hide now. sniff

I will go and I will find him My lover's lost and to the sea But I can not live without him Or the love he gives to me They say I will never find him That he's swallowed by the sea Unforgiving salty waters Won't return my love to me But I'll sail tomorrow for him To search the wide, wide sea...

I'd like you to write an Edgar Allen Poe-type poem with one of the titles to inspire. Make it skeery or dark and dreary, Make it an 'Annabelle Lea', Make it anything you want, But make it for you, not for me. And when it's writ and perfected Don't leave it for just a few But post it for the...

Been seeing this subject - though you've writ it wonderfully well - but don't exactly know what happened and to whom. I see you, of all people, getting a TD on occasion & I wonder what kind of person would do that to you. (Want me to beat him/her/them up, Friend?) But missed a week or more on...

Okay, recovering from the flu & now it's my old friend, Insomnia, paying a visit. How about picking a title & writing a poem, an anacrostic, something fun...Anything to rid me of the... Doldrums Pity, Pity Misdemeanor The Light in the Tower Deputy They Call me 'Scarecrow' The Watcher Say When...

It isn't whining; it is something I've heard before in chemo wards and from loved ones. Go eat a popsickle, a blue one that stains your lips and your tongue. And when you're feeling better, dance in the moonlight and thank God for blue popsickles. xox

Good to see you giggling again, Luv.

In dark corners he hides lying in wait To grab the unwary and drag to their fate This monster who would not hesitate To destroy you and me And lying in wait to tear us apart He eats first our brain and then our heart Never finishes but always starts To destroy you and me And who he is I've...

Genie The genie in the bottle, three wishes to be made Was Aladdin like the hero or do my memories fade? Those years like yesterday are fuzzy in my mind But the genie in my bottle was of another kind He granted me wishes though they lasted but a while Made me laugh a bit too loud or smile an...

I wonder if he still wanders or did he finally find a place His eyes were azure blue and too youthful for his face His name was Raphael and I thought it odd He had an angel's name but had given up on God. He had an accent very strange and yet familiar too Turned out he was Polish, turned out...

The war had lasted long enough Enough of them had died Enough bullets had been fired Enough gold mothers cried So America made The Bomb The Russel-Einstein Manifesto Declared the bomb our solution Without it humankind would die Or so was their conclusion And Russia made The Bomb And other...

Fred was sittin on a green vinyl chair His line was in the water His thoughts not anywhere He was waitin for a bite On that Minnesota morn when he leaned a bit too far And what followed seemed like porn It's called plastic fatigue And it's built into those chairs Along the weakest points At the...

Saturday Morning Saturday mornings at the cabin We'd awake to geese out of tune Flying the length of the creek Like a pathway that God had pruned They'd fly just inches above the water And we'd quietly laugh at the sound Of the talentless singers honking boldly a song Of the most unmelodious...

I guess it would be the same as in those inane jokes that can still make us laugh. If you are looking for a deeper meaning, I must leave it to the Poets to give you the answer.