Y awning I am at the sun that squints
O ut of your facade; not an
U ntimely reaction to your lethargic
R espect for everyone. A
M ere inhale which
E scapes with every idle word
T hat happens off your tongue
A deep exhale which
P ilfers through all the
H ints of your misguided self-importance. I am
O uting the sun of all your
R hetoric.
(c)Carolyn (The Bear Paw) Red Bear, 2013, all rights reserved.
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Ahh . . . This is a stunning piece of outing a deceiving and quite unreliable person. You chose your words carefully for maximum effect, and you chose well . . .
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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