Life Saver – A Poem By Sylvia Syms
Required to avoid you and all look-a-likes Lefties with a good Mud slinging arm Refusing to be winched From my good space All ringers…
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MACROSPHERE – A Poem by Sylvia Syms
Somehow she got Into my closet and Found my best dress The white wool cape With foxtails And my highest heels She asked if…
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Valentine Declaration of Love – A Poem by Linda (Peaches) Tavani
Image Credit: hdwallpapers Dear Valentine Without you I’m lonely I want your company For all eternity All I’m trying to say Forever stay Stay…
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Learning to Listening – A Poem by Julie Clark
How well am I listening to the voice of my Shepherd? Have I been searching his Word for his words to me? Have I…
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Once Beautiful – A Poem by Sylvia Syms
Image by: Heidi Shapely – once beautiful Woman – now a reflection Of drug war casualties Dull eyes – foul mouth Cursing cars that…
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For the Love of Coffee – A Poem by Sylvia Syms
The smell of coffee will rouse you before you kiss the cup. It caresses you and teases you, compels you to get up. This…
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Last Night in Boston – A Poem by Julie Clark
Fresh snow fell through the night Washing the world again covering all the barren trees with a fresh cold compress Given as a gift…
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Moving to Metropolis – A Poem by Sylvia Syms
I want to know people like Lois Lane who for years did not connect Clark’s disappearances with Superman’s arrival. … And Jimmy who from…
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Remember Me to the Children – A Poem by Sylvia Syms
This is a poem of the words my mother spoke to me in a dream. I had been missing her with a vengeance. Not…
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A Little Child Will Lead You – A Poem by Julie Clark
Photo by: Anna Christine This poem is dedicated to a little girl (8 years old), my friends’ daughter, who befriended another little girl, a…
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Musings of a Mother – Advent 2015
He’s a puzzle, a mystery, a riddle This person I know so well yet not at all I only see a part not the…
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“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…” – America
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless,…
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