Four Sad Songs for a City Slicker

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Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ City

Don't let the city steal your soul. ~Terri Guillemets

Noisy Lover

You are a lover that only some hearts can keep

with your noisy chaos and slippery streets

you have the power to make fickle the strongest of souls

making them yearn for a more green and peaceful home

though you are like an amazing poem with so much packed in a small space

you cannot compare to God's quite country of beauty and grace.


Lost on 5th and Broadway

A trip to the city gives me shivers like frost
cause instead of arriving it feels more like being lost
getting mixed in the fabric of engines and lights
and for some that is suffocation of a different kind
a world full of people from the west to the east
an accident on Main and traffic jam on all streets
you are certain to get lost before you find your place
cause you left your heart on a field a country mile away.


Hearken 101

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The past can't see you, but the future is listening. ~Terri Guillemets

There is no school for this no pop quiz  nor multiple choice  for you to pencil in the answer no you can't get the info on line nor read it from a text book no preparation is provided  you just have to learn as you go  Life is like that experience is a wild horse

We Trade Trees for Skyscrapers

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For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. ~Martin Luther

It seems when we expand any direction something becomes smaller
like ice in a glass of water
it melts and disappears from what we see
So we trade trade trees for skyscrapers
in the name of freedom
we build in brick and mortar
high and wide
at the cost of the liberty of trees
they disappear one by one
mile by mile
acre by acre
into shopping centers and malls
one man's gain is another's loss

Paper Cuts and Land Slides

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform brought to us by the lovely Magaly also linking with Poets United for the Mid Week Motif ~ When I think about Myself brought to us by the lovely Sumana and lastly linking with The Sunday Muse
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"Many of our fears are tissue-paper thin, and a single courageous step would carry us through."
~Brendan Francis

I never could walk in the rain with the ease of a star or runway model
I am not that girl
the one that takes the dangerous path
barefoot in the middle of nowhere
unconcerned with what may come
I am the lady that arrives early
to the Dr.'s office
on the verge of sickness
with an umbrella
not because it is raining
but because it could
 when I leave the building
my bag is full of every document
known to man I could need
and my mind is even fuller
with the thought of
driving back in the rain
control is a small beady eyed old man
and no one knows his name
or where he was last
I have been trying to…

Explorers of Hope

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Also linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform brought to us by the lovely Sanaa
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Your children are not your children.  They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.  ~Kahlil Gibran

We fly like sparks from the flickering flame
out toward greener pastures
our cells fueled by stardust
Halley's Comet racing across the sky
we leave our mark in due time
for every sparrow soon learns to fly
by leaping wings first
 from tree limb
or giving hands
humans are souls 
that search for 

When Players Play

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"Sticks and stones are hard on bones
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart."
~Phyllis McGinle

Why was your love always a cadence in E minor with a sad melody quick to come to a close?
Did you not see me here with my strong voice always holding every note?

The piano that I loved is abandoned now lost and quiet like feathers when they fall.
These days the only tone that rings out is your cell phone, but it won't be me who calls.

My love would have played you an orchestra with trombones and drums as I dance and I sing.
But all you wanted was a player piano and loud sex that technically had no strings.

Sailors, Soldiers, and Saints

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“The Brave die never, though they sleep in dust:Their courage nerves a thousand living men.” ~ Minot J. Savage

To all the lost sailors and every soldier, my attempt at thank you is like a whisper in a hail storm . It could never be enough. For those who sacrifice life, and limb so that I may abundantly live in freedom’s trust.
I have never known the brunt of war, because you paid for my freedom at the ultimate price. No earthly possession of magnificence could ever re-pay you even if I tried.
So instead of thoughts and mere spoken words, my pledge to you is this: To take this gift you have given like a pirate’s treasure and make it a beautiful life well lived.
I shall reach out with wings like angels and eagles and soar instead of perch in place. I will leave a mark, not like pencil nor chalk, but one that time cannot erase.
Yes, I will walk in abund…