Outside My Window, by Vivian Zems

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the tv has been cruel to me lately,

with more and more bad news

about the numberless souls

who have departed

in droves

in torrents

leaving behind a deluge

of grief

and sorrow

Pushing the living

into an abyss of indescribable despair

….forcing the marriage of engaged thoughts

I don’t know what to do

and I feel guilty

because I’m overwhelmed

by having to stay indoors

bored and even more bored

and slightly anxious about the future

while I protect my heart

from the pain that hovers

just outside

my window

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My Angel

I Write Her

memories are a bitch
bubbling up
from depths
mourned long ago
tears falling
without consequence
my friend, you are missed

I was in my early 20s when I lost my good friend, Jerry Angeline, in a vehicle accident. His death impacted me deeply. This was our song and what triggered a flood of memories recently. It still hurts.

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I Miss This Love

looking in your window

a hand in mine

hearts entwined

a date at the bar

with a drink and a bite

blue-grey eyes sparkling my way

listening as I rehash my day

doing anything

doing nothing at all

belly laughs so loud

at my stupid jokes

my head in your lap

as you read me clues

in the sun and the sand

warming destined souls

hemmed in my shape buried in warmth

your arm draped

I miss this love

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Open Myself – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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VJs Weekly Challenge – Wild Card

VJ has challenged us to respond to the words of the Dalai Lama “The planet does not need more “successful people.” The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.”  Dalai Lama

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Image: The work of Catherine Nelson and part of an extensive series called Other Worlds, see more at http://www.catherinenelson.com

“There is a way out, but the way out is really a way within.”  Ken Wilbur

Open Myself

The telephone booth beckons,
my hearts knows its mantra,
kenosis arrives in the moment
but only if I let it be so,
for I have to assent
to take off my high ground,
become the anti-hero,
open myself to the
transpersonal real,
singing back to earth
its own love song as if it
were my very own.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Kenosis (κενωσις) is a Greek word meaning to…

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Little Grey Mockingbird

Charmed Chaos

Mockingbird
Photo Courtesy of Tracy Villalobos

“Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” ― Harper Lee,To Kill a Mockingbird

I hear you singing spreading joy
Even in these worst of pandemic times
When my heart is heavy and full of grief
For those who are fallen and gone
This world around me, so filled with pain
Is sometimes more than my soul can bear

Yet here you are every sunlit morning
Singing even if no one is listening
A joyous melody dancing on spring air
So little grey mockingbird I hope you see
As you lift your voice in lilting song
You make this earth a happier place to be

Imaginary Garden with…

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The Butterfly and the Bird – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


Said the butterfly to the bird

“I’ve heard an amazing thing

Warmer weather is coming!”

Said the bird, “Yes, it’s spring!”

“When flowers bloom in color,

And skies turn azure blue;

It’s then you’ll hear me singing

And see more butterflies, too!”

As both admired the flowers

Happily, they shared their day

Anticipating the sunshine

That’d soon, be heading their way

Author’s Note:  The weather has been so dreary and cold, I needed to write something happy.  I cannot wait for warmth!  Come on spring!! ❤

©2020 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay

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