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The Road


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Driving along,

Seemingly endless road,

Out in the country.

Yellowish-tan gravel,

With divets and dust,

Dry weather,

Earth crunches

Beneath the tires.

 

Billowing cloud of dust,

Following the car,

A faithful shadow.

Passing cows,

In verdant meadows,

Honking as I pass them.

The sky is velvet blue,

Clear and bright,

Deep breaths,

Sighing at the beauty.

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Soulmates


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Our love is so solid,

I can’t seem to understand

My blessed fortune.

So much loyalty,

Unconditional love,

And connection

That is beyond beautiful.

A richer life,

Now that he’s in it,

I wonder if angels above

Sent you to me

Like a gift from the heavens.

Home to Me


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At my home,

Cozy night,

droplets of rain

dancing along the

window sills.

Snuggled up

next to the man

I love the most,

he’s my true home.

Inhaling the

scent of him,

treasuring the

smallest of moments.

He is my home,

my center,

my light,

the love of my life.

Changing of Seasons


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Leaves falling

in a shivering rush

sound like rain.

Swirls of oranges and reds

in a flurry like a sunrise

as the trees begin to lose

summer’s shawl.

Soon there will be

a crisp chill in the air

and crystalline snow

will blanket the ground.


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My canary is a sweet boy, mild and yellow,

His beautiful songs remind me of spring.

The melodies are so soft and mellow,

And his bossiness is why I named him King.

 

He chirps and flutters about his cage,

Every morning he welcomes the day.

He calms me any time I might feel rage,

And delights me when he comically plays.

He is quite curious about all around him,

And he nods his head this way and that.

He does not like that is bird bath is slim,

He would much rather splash water at a cat.

Oh how I love my little melodious birdie,

Even though it means his endless captivity.

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Ornamental


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Ornamentally ornate,

Embellishment of the elaborate rhetoric.

Florid style of grace and colors,

Mystic orphism.

And orphan drug,

Treating a rare disease.

Oromo, Cushitic language,

Complex and exotic in its use.

 

Ecclesiastical orphrey,

Rich with colorful embroidery.

Ornamentation of graceful words,

Brilliant plumage,

Excessively decorated.

Of a Feather, But a Flock Apart


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Fingertips tremble on frosted glass,

It’s warm inside, yet she is frozen.

Breath fogs her view,

She breathes in the scent of the merriment.

Laughing, talking, drinking, how have you been?

She is the outsider looking in.

She is of a feather,

But a flock apart from the rest.

The large tavern window is an impenetrable barrier,

A single hot tear rolls down her cold cheek.

Yearning spilling from her eyes,

Begging to belong.

Jealous of their happiness.

She is the same as others,

Yet invisible.

She shivers in the winter evening,

Alone.

Reluctantly, turning away from the window.

Shoulders drooped, she shuffles off into the night.

Wrapping her arms about herself

For warmth, craving comfort.

Her uneven breath leaves a trail behind her.

A mere ghost in the darkness.

Unnoticed; solitary.

She is of a feather,

But a flock apart from the rest.


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The stars are barely visible.

I go through the motions

Of starting a new day.

I wave and smile,

Shivering in the still dark morning.

Every house has a paper

On their doorstep.

Others wear thick, warm, woolen sweaters.

Silence permeates the air

As tension would.

Hand in hand,

This thing has no end,

No name.

Dawn awakens the sleepy earth,

I am standing in awe.

No real thoughts in my head,

No expectation, no desire.

Unexpected


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It was the turn of the youngest prince,

To open a box of shells,

Inlaid with jewels aplenty.

He did lose hope,

But was utterly confounded.

He cracked the filbert,

And it presented him with a cherry stone.

 

Two princes in want of a crown,

One king not wanting to part with his power.

Taking leave of their father,

Two princes set out to prove their obedience.

Where their journeys may take them

Is uncertain.

Whoever returns first,

Obtains the crown.

The second prince was

As sure of obtaining the crown,

As his brother had done.

Opening an elegant box inlaid with jewels,

He perceived his piece of cambric.

He was now confounded,

Muttering his displeasure

At the white cat.

The cat returned his displeasure

With a scratch.


Cold, cement steps with an

Equally cold railing attached.

Long breaths as I climb the them

Slowly, carefully in

My winter boots.

Open the door,

Smells of grandma’s Italian sauce.

Old Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra songs

Play in the background.

It is warm, small, yet inviting.

The scent of light perfume

As my grandma hugs me tightly.

A feeling of being safe,

It’s the safest spot in the world.

Singing along with the music,

Loud voices chatter about

The latest family gossip.

There is a clock that chimes each hour,

Like a diligent soldier standing guard.

Football game in the other room.

Men are shouting at the ref’s call.

Everyone sits down to eat.

Food is love.

Food is family.

Lots of love and warmth,

Security, safety.

Some of the only consistency

In my life.

Happiness to be

near my beautiful grandmother.

Comfort.

Boisterous and loud talking, laughing,

Having fun with each other.

I don’t want to leave.

Remnants of my childhood

Linger there.

My happiest days

As a child were spent there.

Pain of the loss

of days gone by.

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