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A Lover's Words

I walk the same path we took everyday, And on our secret place my mind went astray, A picture of you came full blown unto me, A beloved image of purity and beauty.

Dear Rose

Beautiful blooming rose, You're cheeks so red, Your only hint of innocence, Your body so luscious, Slim and yet voluptuous, Your scent so sweet and trapping,

My heart is a cactus flower

My heart is a cactus flower Unwilling to bend... Unwilling to wilt... Unwilling to die... But—still. I just can’t walk away... I’ve sold my life. For a deserts ray For a deserts ray

Urbane Hoodoo

Hear that? It's the sound of barrel scraping!

Hallelujah for a women’s love

Once when I cried for freedom For freedoms ancient sleep I lay on my bed in my kingdom Feeling sad so sad and bleak. Once when I laughed the world laughed too And so my one true love did you;

Death's Embrace

An old woman is paid a visit from death.

Stop Now on the Bridge.

Comments very much appreciated.

After This Life

All of us wake up, Fresh from the battle with Mother Earth or, Tired, licking our wounds and wondering, Everything is softer, Realms vary, according to temperament,

Intensive Care

I despise this bleached Eden. This cold and clinical forest where clear, vine-like tubes twist around metal trees.

Two Windows of Spiritual Contact

Softly, one can hear the chatter of angels, Inner voices humming us a multitude of blessings, Love energy of the Supreme Being is absolutely awesome,

School Support

Most of the kids at my school feel this way about poetry, which I think is a real shame. I hope you like it Yaz x

Asheville, N.C.- St. Augustine, Fl.

Asheville, North Carolina- St. Augustine,Florida- Tues. Nov. 7- Amherst. NY.

I Cant Write Poems

I was going to enter this into a competition for school but I was worried that it wasnt good enough. Please tell me what you think/ Yaz x

Your Heart

Sound of your heart beat, Is it possible to measure the ping pongs? Let it remind you that you are breathing well, Every second, listen for the thump,

Samuel

A little Jewish boy turns to his mother at the prison gates, Underneath he is shaking,“We must find a way to escape from here”,

Afterlife

Do you know what happens when we cross over? Susan Selby does !

A

Someone told me you can't end every line in a poem with the same sound. Why not? Thought I, so I gave it a try.

Judith's Wedding Gown

Going through the long guest list for the seventh time, Everything is done yet something lingers, Trying to appear cool, Ten minutes spent speaking to the wedding shop,

Scattered Memories

A beautiful poem about parting ways with your friends. It's always harder to keep in touch than you think it will be. Especially back then - no Facebook!

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