Category: Poetry & Lyricism
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Poem 630
The free-form poem was written for and shared with a writer’s club in late January/early February 2025. It could use a revision and is titled, “Dancing Amnesia.” A decade of practice, Teams and classes. Performances for half-time. Loved the dance, Hated the limelight. Let it fade… But it stayed. A piece of my soul, Beyond…
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Poem 312
“The woods sound different here” I sit on a porch surrounded by forest. The creaks tell stories. Tales of battles lost and won on grounds where, once there were none. Traffic zooms by behind, but still the trees speak, Louder than a motorcycle’s intensity. These trees are different from the ones up north. Still as…
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Poem 335
“Hop to it” Fallin’ asleep early comes at a cost,Forgotten lupus meds, to pop.Woke to pain, agonizin’ to move.Furniture clutched, difficult to stand true.Straightened the hips and spine,It’s not time to rewind.Made the bed, stayed on track.Homeschooling and exercise.Head held high, Chickity realized…The power of the fire she holds inside! This poem was originally on…
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Perfection’s a Confection
“Oh, they’re perfect,” and swoon, Swept up over the moon. Not realized.. Perceived blessings Disguised curses Of filled purses, Cameras for familiar faces, curtailed. Red on sidewalks, Where blood once spilled. Now the carpet’s rolled out… You don’t belong here. Step aside from perfection, You’ll ruin the shot… be gone. A loved face, Made anonymous.…
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Hmmm… I believe,
It was a cruel summer, but Against all odds Doves cried, Time after time because Love was a battlefield, and Girls just wanted to have fun Dancing in the dark.
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Poem 217
The free-form poem is not in its final draft. Additional versions will be shared at a later date. The last two lines end in “ing.” Those are not the quality of words this poem deserves for its conclusion. A marriage built on silence, With no shared passions. I see his pain, I pray it doesn’t…
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Happiest When
Beginning to achieve mastery. What was difficult, Becomes redundant, Dull, too easy. . Excitement fades, Darkness falls. Cloud-swallow forms. Drive, appalled. . Still, hard-pressed To be my best. Continue, ’til the breakthrough. . Mastery achieved Without self-defeat. What was difficult, Now a source of release. Reborn, a happy soul-piece.
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For fun today, I…
Ran through parking lots, passed people, who assumed I was nuts. It was awesome! Seems not many run… I once was one. Now, it’s just fun!
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The art of letting go…
Crossroads Fated to separate, Both Can’t go the same way, But eventually may Lead to the same Place Called Peace.
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Perfectly Human 