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One our fellow authors posted a Short Story about his ghastly divorce because the meddling of a busy-body that destroyed an amicable parting by puttin... Of Love Made with LiesBy the grace of The Poets Nest, this one
was published there yesterday.
I wish you too to share it in a quiet moment of reflection. Of Orphans and MothersWe see them everyday we go through any park, any bench.
Lonely, looking at the world from somewhere inside, with an kind of lost expression.
They are ... Old Man on a Park BenchI have often heard of letters like this being written and not found till years after and that is where this "what if" scenario came from... Old Parchment PaperWe talk about so many little creatures in animal shelters, alone, disposed of, abandoned, the last recourse of lives trying to do the right thing and ... Old Woman, Old DogI wrote two haikus, Before Christmas Day and After Christmas Day but put this poem in between hoping that I will see the plight of my brother and sist... On Christmas DayIt's this pulsating beat that drives me mad
The pit-pat-patter of a misguided gesture
The thump-thadump-shatter of naive notions
You said it all too c... On Love and Other Such LiesIt''s sad to watch someone we love loose someone they love more than life. What can you can say and how do you say it? This is as close to love poetry... Once Stood a Wheel BarrelAn empty bench isn''t only a empty bench, also it is the absence of a little girl looking at the river, of an old man trying to read in the small wave... One That Wasn't ThereI am fine; this just came to me, and so, I write. Or di na ryThat''s no rain on her cheeks, they are tears, beware when she stops crying, because she has a dream too... Our crying lady... (haiku)Oh! that first and never corresponded love, the chrush, the panic, the sadness, the goodbye never said. Our Heart & The Thorn<center>Overwhelmed
Thoughts of reality
etched images
scorching its path.
Inhaled raw emotions surged,
overwhelmed, I choked.
Escape
found no... Overwhelmed
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