some poetry

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Haikus

Little red number

Facebook notification

Friends talking to me

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I say “Hi.”

He doesn’t respond.

Right. Stardom.

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Little points
Bright colors and cheer
Night so free

 

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Warrior Matron

Go off, my love,

Accomplish thy tasks.

Come home to me, 

Day's end at last.

My work unseen,

You'll wonder what I've done.

But if not for me,

You wouldn't call this "home."

I work all day,

So you'll be fed,

The house clean,

And made, thy bed.

My tasks unending,

Yet rarely known.

My work is mending,

What all needs sewn.

I work for you,

My love, my champion.

Striving all day,

Against a battalion.

You fight in the field,

Where money wars wage.

The mouse, my enemy;

The dust, my plague.

You are my warrior,

And I thy matron.

This home is ours,

Our love unshaken.

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Graduation

Five years of study
And eighteen before
Culminate in one night
And one afternoon of glore

Now I leave these walls
Lined with brick and book
In search of my dream
I know I'll find when I look

I move on, ambitious
You've taught me well
My teachers, my mentors
Now I navigate the seaside swell

Fiction is my realm
Yet real my tale
Story is our mirror
Of life behind the veil

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Belated Valentine Sap

 He stands on the stage
Blind to those around
Singing his heart
Uplifting my own

He knows a good show
And keeps it sincere
His love pours out
All charm and treasure

It's impossible
And some dreams must
But I hope mine won't
Simply turn to dust

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There Are Times

There are times

when the phone rings late

and I hear the tears

before I know anything else

When all I know is a friend’s hurt

and with her I ache

a chance lost

a hope drowned

a truth buried

With her I cry

wishing somehow

to take the weight away

to stem the bleeding

to apply the balm

But my temper flares

when I hear how she was hurt

and I’m ready for war

like a mother bear

God help me

I need to remember

You are in control

You offer grace

to those who don’t deserve it

including me

And I look back at my friend

my sister for years

covered with fresh and dried tears

and inside I break

and with her I weep

The night drags dark

but together we somehow know

we somehow still hope

the night will end

a new dawn will shine

and we count the hours

until then.

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