Cause and Effect



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Blending memories with the weighted glare of her disconcerted eyes, I wonder…

Was it my fault he left her for another woman as he gripped her son good-bye?

The drama builds in my terminally odd mind filled with casual complacency

From the ledge I look up at the lucky stars and feel regret rain down from the sky

When suddenly I turn around, it’s her.

As I tumble to my death, I let out a helpless cry.

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Such a silly girl!
Who giggles at her own poems?
That would be me, sir. 

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A poet is born not taught
A person either has it or not
Poetry cannot be learned-only sought
The burden formed in the soul
Burns from the depths of Sheol
Wanting to come alive
Creating a kind of drive
Thoughts have to be on paper
Words must be formed! Come out!
The verse brought to life, end of drought.


Free! Yet lives the land
An oyster blossoms, a pearl
Glistening cries the sand.

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Soul Seeping


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The crazy guy with the creepy eyes is singing me a lullaby

In his head it’s a beautiful melody

I haven’t the heart to mutter… it’s actually a blubbering blunder

He looks down where I lie, his soul seeping, my thoughts meandering

Wondering what wanderlust makes him justify his pondering gaze

Thin lips parted partly allowing the sing-song and drawing a crowd around

My dilated pupils put up at the pinholes in the pink canvas above

Suddenly feeling the soft grass and flowers beneath my bare legs

Awareness…my spirit is leaving my body, and freedom comes with peace.


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Billowing clouds overshadow the hot. hot. sun.

Wind going wherever it’s blowing                                                                                                         Turning and twisting weeping willow limbs                                                                                     Brittle leaves complaining loudly                                                                                                           Crunching. Munching. Underneath my toes.                                                                                       Lifting my face becoming a conduit of grace                                                                                   Glance away from me or else you’ll be                                                                                                   Caught up in my nightmare longing to be free.