“Old Acquaintances”

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“The Meeting” If we should meet another time, my heart when we depart this world and travel far, remember how the looks between us start us to another place among the stars. Our love a pensive gaze; a sparkling shower of light where we embrace the need of each. Like…

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Martin’s Dream

Martin’s Dream I fall into the blackest hole in space my soul now travels through that darker scene; a foreign place where there’s no time or grace. I move through tunnels of relentless scream. A message from my minister of flight: “From swirling depths you’re not allowed escape. Jim Crow will fall forever out of…

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The Birth of a Hurricane

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? “The Birth of a Hurricane” It’s steamy in the southern Keys tonight. Her air is thick. She tastes of salty fog. A quiet’s fallen with no birds in sight. Her ocean swells; she’s pregnant with resolve. Her palms now twist and spin and wave their skirt and fall too…

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The Flowers of the Field

Photo by Priceless Times Photography “The Flowers of the Field” The reach within your baby hands so sweet make father want to hold back ticking time but even you, my child , are forced to meet a different kind of father in this rhyme. He’s called old Time and steals your innocence Allows your golden…

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Guilty Until Proven Innocent

“Guilty Until Proven Innocent” If confident no crime did Prez commit, then Mueller says he’s glad his truth to state. But dossier by Steele, cold lies, to wit: cause Bob to twist all phrases on his plate. The Dems with Mueller’s help must now collude and so Pelosi struggles with her charge. Pulls tight the…

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The View From My Back Door

The glow of silver trees against blue skies; against a deeper royal blue allies as snow now blankets each and every limb with loving care, their mother covers them. The trees so loved by nature’s wintry blast it seems some artist covers to contrast. Her richest blue encircles icy trim with loving care, their mother…

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Changes

“Changes” A summer’s day when all of nature grins turns vixen when the wind begins to blow. Then all her shiny leaves fall in a spin while in her waters lurk bold undertow. When nature’s beauty turns from sprinkled rain to monsters of intense, repeated roar an angry, churning beast may cause us pain as…

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“Bang, Bang”

  She stood outside the window looking in; Her parents and the colored lights recall a celebration known as Christmas when all hearts are light and people’s cares are small. She stood outside the window looking in but dare not leave the shadows. There’s a pause; her hair entwined with twigs; her knee is skinned.…

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“The Sitting”

Lenoir,_Charles-Amiable ‘A_La_Recherche_du_Temps_Perdu. (In Search of Lost Time) “The Sitting” The lady yearns for briefest rest held captive by the artist quest. A simple pause; her smile beguiles. Her almond eyes belie the lies. Mid curve of  lips, a cautious glance. But youth is harmed; so brief the dance. And, stealthily, her feelings flee. Her cries…

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