Rings
Endless
Circles
Dizzy
Gillespie
Jazz
Blues
Trumpets
Archangels
Heaven
Eternal
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Daughter, rebellious and respectful,
Family clown and family dreamer.
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Big Sister, bossy and belligerent,
Love them like my own.
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Little Sister, idolizing and irritating,
Still my champion, chips and all.
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Mother, dutiful and doting,
Nurtured and nagged.
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Wife, sharer and supporter,
Lover and lifetime ally.
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Employee, dedicated and dependable,
Hardworking, but hard headed.
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Employer, fair and friendly,
Yet demanding and domineering.
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Friend, confidante and conspirator,
Stubbornly loyal and loving.
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Student, driven and devoted,
Ever seeking, never satisfied.
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Me,
The sum of all I’ve
Been, but the equation is incomplete.
Cant wait to see what’s added to Me.
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Trampling across hearts on tiptoes like a burglar in the dark.
Pillaging open psyches.
Robbing and ransacking childish love of all.
Stealing sweet trust and leaving bitter cynicism.
Raiding and raping vestal frocks of schoolgirl myopia.
Leaving jaded aging whores.
Black-robed time and gleaming-wood memory sentence.
Convicted but free.
The victim bound in amaranthine chains.
No hope, pardon, parole.
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Committed
Promised
Bonded
Broken
Shattered
Fragmented
Puzzled
Jigsawed
Seesawed
Balanced
Unbalanced
Insane
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Eyes that reveal passion and humor,
Encircled in etchings of life...
Lips that smile with lightening ease,
Pillowed in sagebrush, neat and trim...
Boyish mop of hair, begging to be
Stroked with tender caress...
Heart that’s walked a dusty path,
Only to walk it again.
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Smell of blood on the wind...
He hunts tonight, they hide in fear.
Ripping his prey in full-throat fury,
Ageless embodiment of terror.
Touch of grace in the moonlight...
They hunt tonight, she hides in fear.
Pawing the ground in frightened daze,
Ageless embodiment of magic.
He shrieks his rage for all to hear...
Taking flight and swooping again.
They have made him lone, retribution is his.
They would end his reign, human fools.
She whinnies her pain for all to hear...
Raising horn and eyes to silent Gods.
They have made her the last, she mourns their loss.
They would end her reign, human fools.
He sees her dart among the stars...
Lifts her and clutches her close.
Knowing she is his final redemption,
He binds her to him with unflagging valor.
She clings to him, this symbol of all that's gone...
Trembles now, but not with fear.
Knowing he is her final salvation,
She binds him to her with tender mercy.
Together they soar, into endless night...
Lost to us all, to a world without time.
He with his strength and she with her love,
Last immortal souls of old. . .
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Download this, upload that, aint this slick?
Screen froze up, mouse won’t click.
Boot me out, disconnect my line,
Error messages all the time.
Software choices by the bundle,
Help Desk! Lost in the Net Jungle.
Can’t go there, can’t do that,
Server is down, oh Drat!
Amount of money spent is scary,
Bought the best, but it won’t sing.
Gunning for gates, he better be wary!
Pulled the plug, monsters not big and hairy,
But I like the old-fashioned way of things,
Think I’ll just go to the library!
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Delicate and vibrant as any bud to grace a lady’s showcase,
Yet stalwart and resilient as wildflowers defying winter year after year.
The wonder of a strong and resonant flower sown in soil
Never meant to cultivate beauty.
Planted on ground awash with life’s compost,
Mulched with hardship and despair.
Baptized in unnatural rain of tears and misery, yet always
Ablaze with incandescent bloom.
Nourished in turmoil, blossomed amidst weeds,
Credit is given the gardener,
But the garland eclipses all.
A miracle to behold.
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She trembles as she nears him, but she cannot turn away.
Clearly, she sees the terror of his visage, the blood of his breed.
Opening her hand to him, she gazes into amaranthine eyes.
Reaching inward, she finds all that is good and kind
Courage, fine and true...she finds all lost
Humanity in this lone, inhuman being.
Drawing her close to him, with massive claw and wing, he
Releases into her, all that had been lost.
Avalon returns, Britomart, Red Crosses, and Sir
Guyon take up their quest; all the tales of wonder alive.
Open is she to every wonder of the cosmos,
Never again to doubt; the feirce and mighty Dragon has set her free.
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The Salesman
Saunters on the
Fine line between
Truths and lies.
Always the
Precise and proper answer.
Self-assured and cocky.
Flashy and pretentious,
Quick and glib.
Words spewing
At a dizzying speed
Who could refuse him
He meets her,
That special trophy meant just for him,
And wants to showcase himself.
All he can do is recite
Hard learned tactics
And pitches.
All he can do is sell his goods.
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So much
Depends upon
The flip
Of numbers
Blurring by
On clocks
Resting on
Dusty night stands
So much depends
Upon
The flip of
Numbers
Blurring by on
Clocks
Resting on dusty
Night stands
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