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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
Tag: <span>poetry</span>
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When they become due, I don’t like them at all.
Taxes look large, be they ever so small
Taxes are debts which I venture to say,
No man or no woman is happy to pay.
I grumble about them, as most of us do.
For it seems that with taxes I never am through.
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This was my place a couple of days ago.
At a lake, there’s nothing to complain about.
The restaurant is already open, but there are no people.
It’s spring but still very cold, especially in the morning.
… winds shift on the tidesilent hands redraw the linesgold once freely flowednow caught in tangled bordersa weight strung ’round the world’s throat …
Toilet paper was sold out-
We had to stay at home
So What?
between you and me
how desperately
how it aches
how desperately it aches between you and me
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I knew I would have extra time on my hands during recovery and I decided to buy three books/booklets from fellow bloggers?
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In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
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Feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my rowboat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.
That you were born
and you will die.
That you will sometimes love enough
and sometimes not.