Yes they are,
As they love boundlessly,
Know no limits,
No ifs and buts
Just endless love and loyalty.
From head to tail,
They flow with affection,
And when they are sick,
It breaks the heart.
Get well soon my love š
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Thereās astretchin your chest
how much time do you have left
Will you accomplish all you want to?
The dream you had
the one you loved
all the things that havenāt come true
Thereās still time my love
youāve got time
The sun hasnāt set on you
thereās plenty of time
Take a breath
you aināt done yet
Youāll find your way
thereās plenty of time
Thereās no better time to start than now
youāll never be younger than right now
what have you got to lose?
Youāre in control
and until your eyes close
youāre the one who gets to chose
Thereās still time my love
donāt believe the lie
Until the sun sets on you
thereās plenty of time
Take a chance
life aināt over yet
Youāll find your way
thereās plenty of time
Happy World Poetry Day to all the poetsā¦
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Poetry giving permission to all facets of self. Smile more worry less about physical appearances.
At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about paper. dVerse Poets ā Quadrille ā Papered Poems Photo: an archive shot of the now defunct Daily News lā¦
Source: The Rag ā a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon | parallax
Dance on the tunes of your own vibe,
Slip into the world of possibilities,
Wear a genuine smile,
And
Celebrate your lil wins.
by Punam
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As haze envelopes my city at night
its ugly scars diminish and disappear
the luminosity of moonlight shines not
on traces of death of morality
nor on decaying principles
fluttering like flimsy curtains
my city looks sinisterly ethereal
as blood quietly seeps in the atmosphere
the stifled cries of truth remain unheard
trampled by night traffic
sordid secrets sink deep in its bosom
somewhere a sitar cries soulfully
and the hapless moon buries her face in shame.
@Punam
Gabriela Marie Milton
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March 21, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to reflect the theme, āready for a change.ā Who is ready and why? How does the change unfold? What happened to initiate the change? Go where the prompt leads!
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When I was 54, I shifted with my daughter and grandson to Seattle. It was a big change for a person like me who had only once before traveled to America on my own.
I lived in Seattle off and on for 5 years.
This was a life-altering experience for me and I learned to look at life differently. Iād say that it was a pleasant and enriching adventure that was made easier by my willingness to embrace change and the support given to me by my family.
In the constantly changing circumstances of life, adjustment is the key.
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Word count; 99
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Ā Almost to Californiaā¦.
My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet red wine and we danced near the Winter Virginia beach sea every weekend for three months. She told me, never love a broken girl. Dead heart, sleeping heart shall break your heart.
I remember I told her. Dear Dorthy, love is like a river, flowing toward us or away from us. We must learn to roll and move with the moving water. Life is never easy and love can be harder.
I left for Fort Ord, California in late December 1976 and we made great promises of meeting in Monterey. I remember her brown eyes asking me. Was I true or not? I told you.
āDorthy, Dorthy.
My beloved,
please come to California.
I want to loveā¦
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My grandfather told me often. āNever leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need you alive and strong. My door is wide open for you if you need a safe place to go. If you need anything, please ask. Sometime they may not return. Last words you spoke to them. Last memory of them, please make them happy and joyful.ā
Catch me if I fallā¦
I told my friend.
We need more angels,
more kind words,
more smiled given and received.
We need more hand holding,
we need more long talks and more coffee time with dear friends,
We need to try to save people who are struggling,
we need to pay attention to the people we love.
Be there for them, catch them when they fall and
celebrate with themā¦
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Prettiest gal I ever known walked to the door,
dead bolted the door tightly,
and she whispered.
Sometimes, you cannot run.
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā-
I didnāt know true love till she touched my feet.
She was long, she was forever and
she whispered as her coldness caressed my face.
I will keep you safe and allow you know peace.
I knew, I would never forget her.
I would yearn to be with her forever.
I told the Pacific ocean,
You have stolen my heart.
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
Chain, chain, chain, we shall know my lover.
Chains that canāt be broken.
Love can be warm as a July Texas Summer day and can be,
cold as a Alaska Winter morning.
I tried to run away and I two-stepped to the locked door.
My lover, she smiled and she whispered.
Chain, chain, chain we are.
No escape my lover.
The devil kiss is forever,
no releaseā¦
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The Reluctant Poet 