Tag: day
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Grocery Store Prices
The cart fills up with the splendor of groceries galore. But the cost has increased to ridiculous heights. Zucchini, cucumbers, carrots, mushrooms, potatoes, celery, peaches, apples, grapes, pears, lemons, cherries, luncheon meat, turkey, chicken, frozen pizza, onion dip, chips, guacamole, french bread all for the low price of $159. Take me back in time, let’s…
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Quintessential Growth
Your heart may be sore but it keeps on beating. Your mind may be confused but it keeps on believing. Your feet are well traveled but they keep on healing. So keep on keeping on Honey child, trials come for a reason. Some days it will rain, on others it will shine. But all things…
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Get Them Feet Moving
Sore feet are exquisite! They are the bedrock of hard work and dedication. So let the pinky toes swell. As soles that were once dry turn moist and clammy to keep from overheating. Get some powder for perspiration and keep on pushing. Enjoy the discomfort that comes from shoes well traveled. Your hopes will touch…
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Unseen Tomorrow
Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know… Yesterday from tomorrow It seems like the days all run together The seconds blur into minutes Followed by inconsequential hours We look toward the unseen Like a fawn searching for their mother’s face, Fresh out the womb Procreated quickly but birthed too soon The future is based on the present…
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First Date
Look into the starry eyes of a distance lover And wonder… What does it take to pull them closer? And why does near feel so far away? We wait for the perfect moment But fail to seize the day As though the opportunity for love will last As if the chance will never go astray…
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Punch Drunk Heart
What does a punch drunk heart know about love? It feels without remorse It beats without a care Calm when your around Then on edge when your not there One minute up The next down A tryst comes Romance goes But the connection stays the same Bathing in the sunshine Soaking in the warmth of…
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Passenger Side
Fear has no place here. It’s the opposite of peaceful. It rides passenger side with the spirit of anxious. Moving without notice because it lacks patience. But many cater to its needs anyway. They dread the night and allow the day to slip away. Afraid of the impending tolls they’ll have to pay… But fear…
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Poets Are Not A Monolith: YOU
Earlier this month, I stood in-front of my table selling poetry books, mugs, handmade fabrics and jewelry. A tall fellow comes by and begins to thumb the pages in one of the books. With a slight grin he says, I thought poetry is supposed to be sweet. I replied, No, I like to write realistic…
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