Tag: comb
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No Limitations
After years of falling short and crumbling like cheese cake I have finally persevered Pushing back against the falling thunder Swiming against the opposing tide Moving through a world of wonder While fighting to get to the other side Freedom tastes like honey -fresh from the comb It’s the clanging bells of freedom on the…
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The Past Doesn’t Matter
It matters not. The turbulence you have seen. Happiness that has gone to rot. You are the newness that grows in the place of the old. Like wet honey dripping off the comb. Too fresh to be packed away. To wild to be sold. Made to be unique. Born to be bold. You are the…
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Togetherness
This poem is featured in my new book Bright Side of the Pale Moon which is now available on Amazon. Togetherness We are made for each other Like peanut butter and jelly on buttered toast Wind blowing through the sails of a wooden boat A nonprofit with a mission predicated on hope Two star crossed…
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