a barren world

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On Thursday, after completing my volunteering gig, I hopped into an Uber to partake in my Thanksgiving meal.  There was a small accident. Spent the night in emergency.  MRIs and x-rays show no damage.    Just very sore.

I will be slow answering comments.  And I am trying to catch up on blog reading. Hope all are well.

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a barren world

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a meteor shower

of disillusion

have battered her

until she has

eclipses in her mind

craters in her soul

 

her desolate universe

is so dark and lonely

her aching heart

has become an asteroid

a barren world

devoid of love

The Old Man

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The Old Man

The old man journeyed to the park

Where all of his friends convened

He conversed with every pigeon

Because no one else would listen.

The old man always traveled light

Nothing more than lint in his pockets

and a mind no longer carrying the burden

of melancholy memories long forgotten.

The Stripper (100 Words)

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The Stripper  (100 Words)

The seductive stripper swayed onto the stage.

Her motions were as smooth as her glistening abdomen. Oscillating hips accentuated her beguiling figure.

Every graceful movement concealed her pain. Her sensual gyrations confirmed her loneliness.

Dancing to forget, she was poetry in motion.

She offered her nakedness to their lustful eyes.

Her sad eyes mirrored her dark and barren life.

Loud music reverberated in her heart like thunderbolts echoing in a cave. The songs failed to silence the cries inside her head.

The stripper communicated her passions through dance.

Unveiling her body to so many.

She revealed her soul to none.

 

If Only You Were Mine

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And now back to the loving…

If Only You Were Mine

 

You sit there sad and lonely
forgotten by lost lovers
but painful memories never fade
afraid to love again
terrified to grow old alone
you shelter your heart
from all the hurt and pain
lovely girl unloved
you will forever remain

Now If it were up to me
I’d embrace your lonely hours
and wrap myself in a blanket
of their discomforting solitude
banish all your demons
erase every unforgettable scar
Turn your tears into wine
Possess your every nightmare
If only you were mine

 

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