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Wintry Mix
Winter weather is like no otherLike a jar of cocoa – has its wintry mix.How does the earth recover from the frosty cover and doesn’t crumble into crispy chips?The wind begins to nip your face, The sky becomes gloomy light greyPlants become barren and lose their colors, All life seems to be hidden away.The snowy…
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Time is a Thief With a Painter’s Brush
Time is a thief with a painter’s brushGently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden duskWaits for no one and never comes back.Brings it allTakes it all Leaving shadows of life that we had known. Time is a burglarQuietly mounts minute by minute into a blockDoesn’t see why he may not mount another…
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Distilled Existance
Tranquility is what I need.Tranquility is what I’m after.To find a sense of peace, Collect the pieces of the life that shattered.Revival of my inner self. Revival of my own existenceIs what I need. Is what I’m after.But memories of you persist,The imprints indelibly plastered. Awakening is what I feelAwareness about your presence.Deepened by silence,…
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DEAR MARCH, I HAVE BEEN WAITING
Dear March, long have I awaited. For you to usher the long-waiting spring.I don’t mind windy and rapid changes, Last year snow melting down a stream. Dear March, you are my most favored‘Cause you take the gloominess away.Crocuses and snowdrops are perfectly tailoredalong the forest floor and alleyways.The freshness of the air in the morninga…
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I Come to You at the Eleventh Hour
I come to you at the eleventh hour ‘Cause you are my last resort. Ashamed ’cause I know that you have the most power Yet, Lord reaching to you I always fall short. I come to you at the eleventh hour, ‘Cause I have nowhere to go. ‘Cause I feel alone and beaten down ‘Cause…
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Happy Easter, Happy Spring
Dear readers, Happy Easter to those that celebrate this day. For those of you that have different celebrations – Happy Spring. Either way, Easter is a reminder to all that we are all created by one creator and we all belong to that one creator. Easter to me a reminder that love prevails, and where…
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Oh Dear Lord, Hear Me Out
Oh dear Lord, hear me out Today, like no other day, I feel so lost. Like empty vase waiting for flowers Because the flowers got covered by frost. Oh dear Lord, I never learned about the perfect prayer I am a sinner, the far lost sheep. But my whole heart is open; I can’t live…
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Dream Where Life Begins
(To my kiddo) I can’t tell you who you are to be One thing I know for sure, Is that you must DREAM. Dream and BELIEVE, my dear. Fly over clouds, have no doubts About the strength of your wings. Dream, my darling, where life begins. Be in the moment, and if it’s okay, REPEAT.…
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Not Afraid, But Free
I come to you in search for answers My heart, my body aches. There are no words to describe the flatness I feel inside my core – It’s like after an earthquake. I’m angry! And I know you know it ‘Cause you can see inside my cells I’m angry at you and I won’t hide…
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Mutated Hitler
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is better of them all?It’s me, it’s me, aristocrat.Born of an illegal- immigrantin 1946, in June, and was fed from a silver spoon.Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is superior of them all?It’s me, it’s me. Comely, bone spur stud.Never worked, never studied, unfit for the army.Harkening his father’s…
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I Dissent!
I dissent! Unbowed by the tyrant’s rule,Steady and strong against the cruel.He tramples dignity, fights against rights—I dissent! I stand for the light.This dark era strains America’s fate,Built on lies, greed, and empty hate.But this, too, Shall pass as we rise above—I dissent with courage, and fight with love.I dissent for the weak, the Earth,…
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Stand Here, Speechless
I stand here, speechless.I convincingly don’t know what to sayTo a woman in America,Who is being openly betrayed.How could a woman, proud and strong,Not see the shadow creeping toward her door?One by one, they slip away—Her rights, her choices, her say—Like whispers scattered in the wind.Her future, once clear – grows thin.A danger walks beside…
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The Debate of Lies and Leadership
Oh, what a show, A grand displayWith wow and awe, it took our breath away.He sparred in debate, Chasing his tale,She commanded with power, Her grace prevailed.Oh, what a show, A grand display,Between a madman’s bluster and wisdom’s way.He danced through like a jittery flame,While she stood in control, with power and name.His mind shattered…
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Breaking Chains
There’s something providential in the air,The sun is rising out of dark despair.A child of immigrantsBold and bright,She rises like the morning light.A daughter, Fierce, with shield in hand,Defender of our rights,She stands.For the people, strong and true,She fights for me,She fights for you.A crime on one, a crime on all,She’ll stand her ground,She won’t…
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Can’t Hold My Anger
A man with rotten soul and lips,A racist, lunatic, Toxic grip.”Black jobs?” he says, with clueless glee,What does that mean? His mind’s a foggy sea.Dimwitted as a faded orange dusk,Black jobs are beyond his grasp,Just dust.It’s evident,This coward’s heart is torn,Afraid of Madam President, Forlorn.Thinks he reigns in an empire so grand,Did he just fall…
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Lost and Lonely People
Lost and lonely people,One by one, they follow the orange glow.Desolate wanderers,In the dark, where shadows deeply grow.Devoted to deceit,Led by an old man with a cunning scheme.Cold and broken hearts,Convinced they’re part of a grander dream.Lost and lonely people,Like sheep who follow a wolf in disguise.Waving false flags of ‘Freedom,’Hatred burns within, and truth…
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An Empty Cup, a Silent Promise
Someone once told me,A vessel’s worth is not in its fill,But in the space, calm and still.An empty cup, a silent promise,Whatever it is, whatever might be,The unknown shapes our destiny.In any aspect, vast or slight,Emptiness births clarity and light.Potential thrives in still, soft grooves,In quiet moments, wisdom moves.
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Lilac Memory
This poem was written last year and was inspired by my dear friend, Tom.Sometime in May last year, I found a generous bouquet of freshly cut lilacs on my kitchen table. I thought this lilacy surprise was done by either my older son or my hubby; they do that. But this time, it was not…
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Until morning light, his secret to keep
In my basement, a mouse I spot,On the clothes rack, tiny, as a black dot.Was he dreaming, or in slumber deep,Until morning light, his secret to keep?With a jar in hand, I made my move,Caught him quick, in a gentle groove.Maybe he thought it was a cheese cove,Off to the park, together we rove.
Grounds For Hope 