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Showunmi samson Aug 2019
Love is like a wounded and wet
bird.
Seen by
a hungry
and
gameless
hunter.
Kept beside the fire lighted
for warmth.
Brought up
and
nurtured gradually
and left with a vertinary doctor
to heal
and
keep.
To all newbies...
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
in beds where flowers grow
well-kept, neat and clean
they've let the kale and cabbage go
it's rather a pitiful scene

they grew quite tall, they flowered
and then they went to seeds
now they're looking oh so cowered
they could be seen as weeds

their stems are gnarled and knotted
the ends are brittle brown
their roots will soon be rotted
the whole plant is dragging down

please someone be gentle
save them embarrassment
these lovely ornamentals
that once were so elegant
The retirement home where I spend three afternoons a week as a caregiver has a very large property. The flower beds are generally kept pristine, with change-outs of annuals with change of season. The ornamental kale and cabbage looked beautiful all fall and winter, but they've gone well-past their prime. They look sad and just ready to go.
euphoria Oct 2014
in pieces
my heart lay scattered
across the floor in pieces
we became friends
from pieces
we evolved into something more

from pieces
she picked up my heart
in pieces
one by one

with glue she gave me
a fresh start in pieces
she put back my heart
she put back my reason

to live
to love
to feel

in pieces i stay until
i learn how to put my heart
back together

to find hope from above
from pieces
she put back my heart
from pieces
she gave me a fresh start

but just like kale goes stale
when ***** hands grip and pull
my heart stays fresh for only so long

it was only a matter of time before
the glue gave way and the pieces broke once more

— The End —