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| HARD HEARTED POETRY Sometimes at night I drink wine and eat Lays potato chips while I read my poetry and Sometimes I write I cruise the internet surfing the poetry sites Adding to my growing list of editors who accept submissions online Sometimes I send off poems I’ve written while under the influence of night lights And salty dreams thinking that my poetry is out of sight And in the morning when I read what I have sent I realize What I’ve written wasn’t worth the time spent hitting ENTER on my keyboard I think My poetry is the stuff that lifts to the top Of the soup pot After it has cooled in the frigidaire over night The thin panes of grease that harden and lift off with a gentle pull of the spoon And you discard because Who wants their arteries clogged, their heart sabotaged But later, at night, while munching chips, sipping wine, I think to myself If it tastes good in my mouth and it feels good in my soul and I'm not hurting anyone else whatever else I have to do I am going to write By Sheryl McCurdy |
| LISTEN TO THE LEAVES TONIGHT Listen to the chiming of the leaves tonight they are lovelier than any symphony stand beneath the boughs close your eyes and feel let loose anxiety set it free envision dust invisible that cloys and clouds your thoughts be brushed aside to drift away unfettered mind remaining bare and simply clean listen to the leaves tonight they chime a simple tune breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out uncluttered mind set free fill your lungs with air so sweet that carries on it leaf borne song and drift away to peaceful rest with all your worries gone by Sheryl McCurdy |
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