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<a name="#sixty six"> Toss </a> Harsh, unyielding His version of “tough love” Dealt with callous disregard Of the second word Describing the concept His approach to “help” Akin to trying to fill A delicate china cup With an anvil She says nothing As she watches Salt ground into wounds She well could...

<a name="#sixty five"> Beyond the Edge </a> She glances down Wondering if the ledge On which she’s stood For so very long Has changed. It feels odd. Unfamiliar. Somehow...inadequate to support her Any longer... Or perhaps she only Wants that Either way, she knows It’s time She steps toward the edge ...

<a name="#sixty four"> Her Pious Cloud </a> “Didn’t see you in church, this morning…” The self-satisfaction drips From her voice As she peers superiorly over Her reading glasses. I want to laugh Want to ask her just what makes her think That sitting in a church pew Makes her any more pious Than stan...

You have great ability to take your reader where you've been. Great write.

<a name="#sixty three"> Day's End </a> Soft caress of Gentle breeze Dallies lovingly over Field grasses The last kiss Of sunlight Allowing shadows’ play For just a moment more Soft, rhythmic Cricket-song Bidding welcome To twilight’s peace Stars twinkle to life Timidly dancing ‘Round Goddess Moon Ni...

Good write. Tragically true. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Frown]" src="frown.gif" />

<a name="#sixty two"> Reality??? </a> Just one more “reality” show, And I promise you, I’ll scream. I don’t know what they’re smoking, But this isn’t my “American Dream”. I’d like to think more depth exists Than in some of these greedy fools Who prostitute both mind and soul And use “friends” as sim...

<a name="#sixty one"> Poet </a> Time and again He’s left her trembling in silence Piteous creature, yearning to speak But unable to find a voice within herself She would deem worthy of his ear. But in her dreams The eloquence comes. Soft lips pressed to his ear In most delicate of whispers She is ab...

<a name="#sixty"> Slaves to Fashion </a> The music begins, And with it The parade of “New Spring Fashions!” Her Robes of Sanctimony Complimented perfectly By her Veil of Righteous Indignation. His Chapeau of Apathy The only fitting accent to His Gloves of Indifference. And I scurry off Needle and th...

<a name="#fifty nine"> Between the Uprights? </a> Fleeting moments of Euphoric hope Moments when anything Is possible Intellectual Emotional Spiritual Equivalents to “The kick is up...” Fleeting, yes. Disappointing, At times… But oh! They do keep one In “The Game…” <a href="http://www.poetrypages.co...

<a name="#fifty eight"> Odd Man "Out" </a> He walks alone; Odd man with comic-book face Shovel and rake balanced over his shoulder Sketch pad cradled lovingly in the crook of his arm. Door-to-door, he’s gone for years Clad in the same flannel Over the same turtleneck With the same wool pants Tucked ...

<a name="#fifty seven"> Poor, Poor Genevieve </a> Poor, poor Genevieve Didn’t think he’d really leave They’d spent together four decades Why not a decade more? All she did was nag at him An argument, he’d never win Her vile moods and spiteful nature Part of the décor. But Sam had quite enough of her...

<a name="#fifty six"> Lessons Taught by Winterscape </a> Heavy rains, Transformed by frigid mountain air Every surface touched Becoming Nature’s ice sculpture. Its beauty is striking Despite dangers posed. But there is a lesson taught here By Mother Nature Beyond that of simply Her awesome power. A ...

<a name="#fifty five"> Swan Dive </a>

Sometimes, still waters
Cast but illusions of depth
Making the Swan Dive
Still lovely to watch...

But deadly, nonetheless.

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<a name="#fifty four"> "Just" a Number? </a>

Counted in
Or counted out
Begins to matter not
When feelings that one doesn’t “count”
Consume one’s every thought…

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