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WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

No Broom Could Chase Me.



Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Taking Up Alley Living

Out On The Street

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

The Off Brand

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Knock, Then Come Through

Being Ourselves...

Uncovered

So Glad I Met You

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Not Someone's Grand Illusion

Wisdom of the Infinite

The Differences

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

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21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...


a mirror
does not always reflect

seeing
is often limited

clothes
hide the man

a smile is no smile
without matching eyes

Mother and Father
are not titles or names
but indicate biology

friends
are those you choose
to love you
as you are

miles are more than roads
but wrinkles
and scars
the pathways
we wear on the inside

animals see far better
than their eyes
their hearts have
special talents

a hand up
can readily slap you down
a hand out
can have strings
but those who have nothing
give all they have

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random thought dots and suppositions...suspect to change
and the changing of the mind and times....





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