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” Islands In The Sky “
With cup in hand I stepped outside to find myself,walking about on islands in the sky.I found there were clouds all around me.And my coffee had grown cold. It was then that I woke in my half full bed.It was just a dream,I only remember she wore a dress with spaghetti straps.It was white and…
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” that played within their hearts “
She wrote the lyrics that flowedfrom her soul and through her heart…She always hid her eyesfrom those whose soul would not play music…For like “ Brandy “,“ she loved a man who could not stay “Her eyes would sparkle to the soundof the words within his poetry…As they pulled upon the stringsbetween her heart and…
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” so lucid to be real “
“ so lucid to be real “There are dreams and then there are dreams…It has been said that what we see is…“ a dream within a dream “…For in my dreams I was here before…I have found myself in glens and dales…I have awoken along riverbanks, streams and lakes…Only to roll over too find myself…
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” It’s their duet “
from the first time we chatted online…it was apparent we were bound together…that unspoken universal law concerning souls…the one that states…only two souls can share the same frequency…oh we had our share of disagreements…periods where we stopped speaking…stopped chatting…went our separate ways…yet…you see not everyone…is allowed to look into her windows…for she hid them well…one…
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” breathe in a fragrance “
Many a poet has written about how souls meet…We met over coffee, a little hole in the wallon the cusp of the lower East side…You see I hate to stand in lines,or hang with the grad n run latte crowd…One day I asked about a small table for two,a smile and a nice tip and…
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” over coffee “
There I sat with my cup in hand, jotting down notes from random thoughts… I often find myself with a song lyric stuck in my head… One that suddenly arrives even though, I was not listening to music… I always find myself writing a poem to get to go away… I came across an article,…
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” With Cup In Hand “
As I strolled through Tessha’s Poetic Garden…A single line from a song arose within my soul… “ you don’t bring me flowers any more “ As my lips grew into a smile…The pleasures that are you…Danced within my heart… I stopped and did that googlealabing thing…I know it wasn’t our song…It was mine… As with…
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” as we finished our walk “
“ as we finished our walk “It was our first rain, following Thanksgiving…I had gone for a walk along our favorite trail…Despite the chill, I left the cabin without my tam..It started to mist and then to rain…My glasses became too wet to see through…I thought I had put them in my pocket…When I made…
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” The Way They Smile “
I could not help but notice…You see I always try to sit with my back to a wall,and near a window, as old habits are the last to die…It allowed me to observe everyone and everythinghappening around me… She was at least a hundred feet away,and walking towards the hole in the wallwhere I was…
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” I know this look all to well “
It’s her, I’m so bored with nothing to do, look…I have learned what to expect from this look…In a moment sometimes two…Her inner child will emerge…A mixture of impish and the skills…Per her, she did not have…I learned it was better to play along…You see, I could sense her presence…Somewhere out of the back of…
A Poet's Haven 