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After the wife made a suggestion about what to write about...

I decided to title my piece
a concatenation of a few different notions
incorporating fictional romance
alluding to myself and spouse
in conjunction with hybridization
stemming from vague references
to tried and true value
tangentially sparring with Cinderella
but giving the following
free verse poem a slight twist and shout.

I take the liberty to contrive
a fictional tale of make believe
where faux royalty
née monarchical rule
encompassed great swaths of land
long before Lower Merion
coalesced into an enclave

It is not over

It is not over
This long Winter
I am already so sick
Of the Winter
Also I still go out during
The Winter
And I also dress warm
When I go for my walks
Outside
I need to walk
Because walking is good for me
And my diabeties
It keeps my sugar low

All Square Now Part 2. ( Line shape adjustment n word swops)


Each sip dream treat
makes time drift slow
    full tea swill luscious
     full marks fair trade

Reward rich harvests
   from farm land crews
      as they sweat and toil
        fair share just measure 

Earnest team labour
    they endure so much
       in plants and yards
           fair play to prowess

Low income groups

Rain, Then Rainbows

Yeah, I carried it so well. But that doesn't mean it wasn't heavy. It was too heavy, but still, I had to carry it anyway. I silently passed some beautiful places I deeply wished to enter and remain in, even for just a single day. I had dreamt of counting the distance between stars and chasing galaxies.

Us Torch Flames Part 2 (Line length adjustments, word edits and replacements)

We met unexpectedly somehow,
on stroke bell of midnight,
mystic moon guides our walkway,
we almost nearly didn’t spot,
each other’s presence  as of yet,
aura  of the night roused,
sublime enchantment,
in those ocean blue eyes,
that act as strong magnet,
for iridescent love cycle,
magic scene shifting,
clustered heart intrigue,
cloud skim chocolate,
charcoal sky imposing,
us torch flames ablaze,
golden galaxies breath,
ardent  sweethearts kiss,
on dim-lit streets,
eerie sounds from cars,
burglar’s nuisance to,

When You Say It's Just Love

“Why are you so obsessed?

It’s just love — why suffer that much?”



A patient

who just had a stroke.

What do you expect them to say

but not being able to move?



I tried to feel sorry

to understand

the first time

you told me about her —

your loyal, broken

love story.



You waited for her
at the same old bus stop,

for hours,

cried under the rain.



While I cried over love

Just a few times

You called it cheap,

called it needy

That I can’t give up

sticking to it.



Emotions

Can't shake the feeling that you're going to leave I know it's coming, so just let me be A soul like you is too good to be true To understand and feel the pain I've been through Comfort sweeps Emotions have never been my main key But you send my body into a transcendent feeling even with a scarce dose of your enticing energy Why do emotions have to be so mean To remind you constantly of what you may never be To possess your mind and never let you sleep Why do my emotions take such a toll on me It feels like I can't breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe I feel intensely I love deeply Hopeless ro

Harried Harris heir still feels horrid courtesy heist he doth declare...

Earlier this merry month of May
a goniff who possibly did gossip
about his/her surreptitious exploits
when he/she brazenly
accessed ATM machine
situated at 13 West Ridge Street
Lansford Pennsylvania 18232
pulled off outright theft
found him/herself
in possession of debit card
with Mastercard logo
(I deduce mail meant for us -
particularly the missus
got sent to incorrect address)
unknown person took liberty
considered themselves blessed
a golden opportunity
became their manifest destiny
initially linkedin to activate debit card

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