My humble hands have made
love and lovely things
and now we remember
my humble lips have made
love and said kind things
my thighs have felt your hands
my ears have loved the sound of
your voice
and now we remember
as you say my name
willow trees grow near the stream
we sat beside the river
we fished, we
made love, we
came to be the summer
breeze
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Poetry Posts
amazing how incompetence wins hands down poem by Andy Derryberry
amazing how incompetence wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given an ignoramus
amazing how reason is drowned out
amazing how group think is such a constant
i must soon declare my war on their stupidity
i must hold to the last piece of my mind
i must protect the small space where i can live
my mind not their mindlessness
my mindlessness not theirs
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I am no Pound Poem by David Michael Jackson
I am no Pound
just an ounce of pure innocence
at best
we forget the child
and are very lucky if we
are suddenly old enough or
fragile enough
to examine a stone
or laugh as we
run
or explore
again
wander the creek again
finding the perfect skipping stone takes
patience
must be important to
be worth the effort
as the stone is lost
as are we
after a few great _ _ _ skips
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