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No distinction made
Raindrops fall on everyone
Even the smallest
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Day: October 19, 2019
“I will sing the blues for you”
I will sing the blues for you
Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and
Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz.
The words sweet, tempting and so true.
My baby left me, I’m so damn alone.
Now I have the blues and the gin and the juice.
I confess my song to the half-empty drink.
She was so fine, like a 500 dollars wine.
Her kiss so sweet.
She was my Black Velvet whiskey,
smooth and easy to drink in her beauty.
I told her once and I told her often.
Take my hand, touch my face.
Take what you need.
I know.
Kisses so sweet, can turn so bitter.
Love so gentle can turn to love, so damn mean.
You and I,
bewitched by the moon dance will learn.
We were just Gypsies souls resting and we knew.
Love is for the lucky and we are not the lucky.
Please…
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CAN MONEY MAKE YOU FREE?
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Money makes you free
In some ways, not in others
Demons still exist
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In the Name of Sister – Michele Vecchitto
and once upon a yesterday
where these whispers of the past play
mirage of memories shimmer
bonded by more than blood, Sister
tangled tethers of music lost
bittersweet snippets as lines crossed
some saviors, others called Resister
bonded by more than blood, Sister
in the end, connections chosen
embody every emotion
stronger than any sly Mister
bonded by more than blood, Sister
and once upon a tomorrow
on our children we will bestow
treasures granted by each named Her
bonded by more than blood, Sister
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prompts: OctPoWriMo Day 17, #BardBits, #moonmystic
R. I. P. Elijah E. Cummings
America lost a great man today with the death of Representative Elijah E. Cummings from Maryland at the age of 68.
Mr. Cummings, a brilliant orator, was a tireless advocate for social justice, and he spoke for the causes of the poor and the left-behind in the United States of America. Among his causes were fights for health care and justice for all Americans, regardless of class, race, ethnicity, religion, or sexual orientation.
He spoke of the need for civility in the government but also the absolute necessity for the government to serve the people’s needs. He battled for justice and against injustice. He advocated for the defense of democracy. He was a tireless American patriot.
He will be missed.
He was a great American.
R. I. P. Elijah E. Cummings
R. I. P. Elijah E. Cummings
America lost a great man today with the death of Representative Elijah E. Cummings from Maryland at the age of 68.
Mr. Cummings, a brilliant orator, was a tireless advocate for social justice, and he spoke for the causes of the poor and the left-behind in the United States of America. Among his causes were fights for health care and justice for all Americans, regardless of class, race, ethnicity, religion, or sexual orientation.
He spoke of the need for civility in the government but also the absolute necessity for the government to serve the people’s needs. He battled for justice and against injustice. He advocated for the defense of democracy. He was a tireless American patriot.
He will be missed.
He was a great American.
R. I. P. Elijah E. Cummings
Enclouded
homage to Heart’s poetry
in the form of a Brazilian sonnet**
Pretty pink clouds cluster on
my graying mind’s horizon
as I roam your house of verse
breathing in the brazen breeze
that carries lilts of lust and loss.
Seductress, you lure my heart
into playfully set up microdrams
to trap a sad man’s smile.
Kidnapped from a drab void
to tender moments of bliss,
how I long to belong to that lofty realm of subdued passion and coy winks
long to become sound of your song,
stroke of your brush cause of your sigh.
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* see here e.g.
**Brazilian sonnet: invented by Fernando Mendes
In The Wind
“Wherever you are.
Whenever you need it.
I’ll be there, in the wind.”
I know there’s little to say
that will bring you comfort.
There’s going to be rough times ahead.
But just know that I’m here for you.
In whatever capacity I can.
I know it’s not enough right now,
but know that I care.
If you ever feel like you’re
overwhelmed with grief,
or that the chasm in your heart
is too much, or if you just feel
like you need a moment of peace,
find the wind. I’ll be there.
Wherever you are.
Whenever you need it.
I’ll be there.
Find the wind.
© Sarah Doughty
2017
At a Different Time
I kept her in my thoughts
like a burning flame,
reminding me of her presence,
and making me feel her warmth
through her undeterred fervor
and rekindling a hope
that we shall meet
in a different world
at a different time
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The Favourite Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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“Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.” Anne Morrow Lindbergh
The Favourite Thing
Wines that palate tease and music stirs
books unpredictable deserve a place
alongside great food and tangled sheets,
but nothing can top those moments when we are
pleasured by our shared meaning in reflections.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
The Reluctant Poet 