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/ / / The jonquils bloomed today. / March’s flower, they hid, / deep beneath the snow, / awaiting the first warm breath of April. / / My garden lies in disarray; / rose bushes in need of pruning / and irises stagnant / under mou
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I saw a young man die today The senseless tragedy
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You saw beyond the masquerade
Demanded I reveal
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For years he came to her,
breath laced with the scent of peppermint
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then before our eyes
made the immeasurable quantifiable
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Ginger moon I’ve felt the chill
of too soon fall’s emergence
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with blood on our hands
we strive only to triumph
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So poet can I drown my sorrows
Somewhere in this sea?
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If I’d have only known
One thing leads to another
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Each kiss a bar, each breath a pause
That binds the two as tight as gauze
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I mutter words not understood
Here in these leafless, winter woods
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I’m a caring woman
With an angel’s face
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A whisper soft, as if it were not spoke.
Night's gentle breeze, the quiet now is broke.
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Life: it is not permanent
Though not for death I yearn
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You Saw Me
I placed a worn out smile
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I am the rose
fragile at times
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Over mountains and valleys of longing
Past all the months and days of wanting
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They pull me aside to question me and in their thoroughness, with flashlights, check my body for injuries.
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So the woman waits in silence,
Spends her final days this way;
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Thirty pieces of pure silver
Was what it cost them for one kiss
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They promised they could help me
Get through my wordly lust.
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The rhythm of the waves in cadence rang,
where high upon the rocky cliff I stood
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As those memories
crash like waves,
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While war, defiance, greed, and hate
Join as one to seal our fate
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whispers of grief
whispers soft
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A decade passed, his sword and shield lay forgotten on a shelf,
Armor once bright began to rust and he kept unto himself
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For the true meaning behind Christmas
Lies in the gift sent from above
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Please Mister can you spare some change
She said, then softly paused,
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The winter night surrounds me
Though there’s spring down in my soul.
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There’s cranberries and popping corn.
There’s mistletoe for kissing.
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As a poet, he was never known,
Though I have known as such.
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Halloween (An Acrostic)
Haunted houses, children seen
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