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Poundering Thoughts About Thinking
I thought about thinking
And then thought again
Cause to think about thinking would make my brain bend
And to pounder this thinking of bending is strange
So I thought about nothing real hard for a change -
Inanimate
People think I need to speak to people like myself
And fear that I am crazy for talking to a shelf-
But really speaking to you is the best part of my day.
I'll ramble on for hours and you’ll never walk away. -
I'll Tip My Hat
The phone you cracked- a bow I will
You propped it on the windowsill.
That bruise you got- my hands I’ll clap
You didn’t see the door of glass.
The food you burned- I’ll give a toast -
The Cosmic Connection
That cosmic connection that tingles your spine
And leaves your hearts gate to slowly unwind
And makes your arms tingle with the breeze from the stars-
Was not how I felt when I met you.
That universe pulling two forces together -
A Loaf of Bread for Happiness
I made a small and measly gift,
Its wrapped in foil and it sits
Inside a basket with a rose,
the pretty smell will please your nose.
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Whats in A Name
My pen name is part of who I am
A part of me at heart
It rests inside my writing hand
And thinks up wacky art.
My pen name is a piece of me
Loves
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Misplaced Trust, and What Comes After
I will give you my heart;
A little glass thing.
It reflects the stars burning in your eyes.
You will drop it on the sidewalk,
And call all of my broken pieces beautiful.
Pick it up shard by shard,
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Not yours
Women’s bodies are not yours for the taking
Not your land that’s up for sale
Not your home to destroy
Not your food to fill your belly
Take your greed elsewhere please
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someday
someday it'll be too
late. someday you'll wish
you had hugged them tighter.
you thought you would see them
again. you thought
endings didn't happen this way,
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A Glimmering Pool of Inspiration
A bubble of light rests atop the water,
Glimmering and glinting across the lake.
It’s a pocket of sunshine,
A pillow of glowing hope,
A pool of life.
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A Poem of Mythical Beasts
There’s a story to tell,
one of dragons and queens.
A story that’s as alluring as a bell —
in the dead of night, when all is not what it seems.
When the stars align, showing the way of the earth,
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Spooky Season
When the air is crisp,
with a chilly breeze,
fall puts a spell on me.
The leaves fall in a wisp,
as an artist weaves-
a portrait of the fiery sea.
Though, it’s not February,
love seeps through the air.