So, a chasm can’t easily be filled- a poem

The world’s best wines A 5 star meal Binge watching a show A kiss from your love None can fill the gap The pain is too great Earthly pleasure won’t suffice Leaning on a friend Crying until tears can’t come Will not easily enclose a chasm An emptiness so large There is no room for […]

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So long overdue for a poem; I’m drowning in disbelief

I’m drowning in disbelief. The queen of my story is gone. Never to return until the ethereal event in the sky. My reason for being and my reluctant best friend. At times we seemed like foes, the ties were superhuman. A true ally in my life won’t be a part of my daily. I drown […]

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So, apparently no good deed is true- a poem

Frustrated to the brim is how days are ruled Running is a dream but leaving is not a choice The need to cry is great but I cannot reveal the tears Like the boy crying wolf, with each time meaning less Trying with might to suppress the flow of sorrow After all, life is good, […]

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So, Silence is the fix

Silence or withdrawal Though worrisome to some Is often the remedy to woes. Inability to express feelings When the mind is askew Keeps chattery mouths at bay. At times no words help The plea for understanding too great Some just can’t comprehend. When processing pain The level of hurt is hard to relay A select […]

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So, A poem about simple but amazing

It started out so simple An acknowledgment An electronic smile Typed words of acceptance A message about her looks More broadly, her persona She took a bite on the line Allowed herself to be reeled Once again doubting The whole she was judging The words flowed easily As did the laughter The conversation never ending […]

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So, Motivational Monday time because today is a little manic (a kind of poem)

So, motivation and Monday. Hmmmm. Seems like a tall order… Today’s motivation is brought to you by the letter M for mistakes. Mistakes are something we often dwell on during times of stress or even when our minds are supposed to be at rest. Those past indiscretions, have been handed to God more than men […]

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So, a poem about nice

Nice: a sad, absurd word I’ve always believed NICE to be a valuable attribute Going over hill and dale to show people I care Holding doors, assisting others, smiles and laughs But reward is little and the pain is huge Losing my cool and putting down my foot ‘Tis merely a result of consternation or […]

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