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“Hazy through the slats dreamy
the sun today hot and steamy
relaxing ice creamy”

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney
“Every moment waking or sleeping/dreaming is a poem.
Sadly there aren't enough moments to write them all.”

back in the day,,
(like 5 minutes ago)
I awoke,
and that miracle is

poem enough!
~~~~
the house is overflowing
with floral gifts,
orange roses, scented lilacs,
pink peonies,
and that friend, is

poem enough!

Sunday brings Birthdays,
One is 11, the other 7,
and I must change ~
my passwords will
require-updating,
and that friend, is

poem enough!

And you, dear poet,
friend of many years,
have given me so many
inspirations, birthed within
us words,
so oft, and so well,
that your pithy observations,
manufacture time,
add minutes to lifetimes,
and dearth
not a word,
to be associated with us!

Us,
as in always,
that my friend, is
forever

**poem enough!
Sabbath Sat. May 4, 2024
I know there’s
sadness beyond
your laugh and
bright smile

I feel the
brokenness beyond
your kind
gentle embrace

You try to carry
on pretending
and living
in denial

But I see the
pain beyond
your painted
colorful face
When Comes The Rain

      Though I know we set each other free
It still hurts to see you with someone new
I guess my heart must still be breaking
It’s telling me that I still love you

I could see it in your eyes, you were in
Love and loving the way he made you feel
But I could see his eyes were roaming
And his love for you isn’t real

I see a forecast of a brewing storm
And it shouldn’t be so surprising
The atmospheric pressure has been
Hinting of a bad Moon rising

I know you think it’s my jealousy but I
Tell you I’ve come to terms with my mistake
I just want what’s best for you and you
Can’t see what is so obviously fake

I want you to know, I’ll lay down on the
Tracks in front of this doomed runaway train
When the lightning flashes and the thunder
Rolls, I’ll be here When Comes The Rain

Written By:Charles Kean
05/04/2024
It’s said a Mother’s love won’t die
But love is like a tender flame
That must be tended, sometimes fed.
It only flickers in the wind
That blows disparagement and loss
And even though it gutters low
There stays an ember that won’t fade
And waits but for a tender touch
To burst into a blazing fire
To warm the home and family
ljm
Mother's day is coming and I have hopes of a card this year.
  13h Carlo C Gomez
Lila
When I was 15 I decided that dying was better than not knowing

I sat in the doctors offices
Not caring what they found
Just praying they found something
Something that would prove I wasn’t crazy
That it wasn’t in my head
Something that would make people believe me
Believe my pain

Praying that they wouldn’t congratulate me for being healthy
Not because i wanted to be sick but because I was sick and no one believed me
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