Dear Santa, 

I've been extra good this year

All I want is a cure for my

rare brain disease because

see Santa I was given this

disease before I left my

mothers womb so long

ago now

But life since that time has

been up and down daily like

a rocking roller coaster riding

throughout a non-stoppable

hurricane that is enough to

drive one ...

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Publish your poems,

your stories,

your soul songs.

A world of lonely people

are waiting for you

with open arms. 

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You have come to visit me. 
Welcome. I have missed you. 
I often see you hiding behind the laundry, 
patiently waiting until the neverending chores are done. 
Then, when I finally sit down to talk, 
you disappear like an unwritten dream, 
leaving me speechless. 

Today, for the moment, 
you are here 
and I have so much to say. 
Won't you stay 
and be my friend?

My Muse Replies:
"Yo...

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To you, readers, I say

I am no writer -

these words

placed themselves

on my page

to tell a story

To you, writers, I cry

I am no chronicler -

these tales

spun their web

through my mind

to make a memory

To you, poets, I sing

I am no rhymer -

these lines

etched their pattern

on my paper

to form a psalm

To you, who come, I whisper

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You’re not a writer yet, 

until your work is more than just some poems.

You’re not a writer yet, 

so don’t forget you must keeping going.

You’re not a writer yet 

because you ‘might’ by the writing bug have been bitten.

You’re not a writer yet,

if getting it right, means more than getting it written.

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The dream the dream the dream! I write like Liz Hand. The dark underbelly of the city. Not just people dying. All of it. Every city has one. All are the same. The dark 3am beat. Put my poem in your book. My dream of it. An artist painting an artist painting an artist  painting an artist... 

The big young potentially dangerous Russian stood in front of me. He thought what he had to say is i...

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I can’t write today.

There’s things need doing. Bills to pay.

The laundry won’t put itself away -

I can’t write today.

I’ve to-do lists and not-done lists a mile long

And every little thing that could possibly ever go wrong

Needs to be anticipated, calculated

Life’s so complicated -

I can’t write today.

Classes to prep and papers to grade

Gotta do the job for which I’...

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Books make visible the writer's soul

Which bleeds its angst by pen:

Spread thin across life's whited bowl  

A thin red stain of madeleine

Books may offer us an author's eye

That ensnares the reader within its brail

Or should writers light the reader's sky

And tear apart the shadowy veil?

Books will hold the writer's thought

And bridge the gap twixt pen and read...

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It starts with that

the feel of paper

between the fingers

the paper worn by touch

the ink a little faded

but the weight of

the incorruptible text

resting on the eye

retaining its worth

for ever

Even before that

there was the heft of it

in the hand

the boards scuffed

the jacket torn

but the perfection of

that binding

resting on the palm

is ...

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To all you writers and poets out there.

Thank you for your words of courage, 

words of truth,

words of encouragement

and nourishment.

Thank you for your solidarity,

for lifting us up.

Thank you for breaking ground,

cutting the edge,

standing on that soapbox 

with daring and drive,

having the nerve to shout out

what many ...

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(His Love) 

His love had grabbed

her heart at first

sight and she began

to fall in love with

this man because

the poetic word's

he wrote to her

and it made her

heart rhythm

pick-up pounding

faster and faster

for him and his

word's was slowly

being engraved upon

her damaged layers

of her heart easing

her weary mind about

reopening her hea...

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Broken and left in sorrow,
Through my tears I speak my fear for the morrow
Winding time back is the only relief
While this empty shell decays
And tears apart the last glimpse of life.
 

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what spills onto         the page

falls from                  my mind:

it tells of                   what is there

it tastes of                 my thoughts

so they are                spread here                      with care

                                                                        as verse

the page                    becomes

my mind                    bared

...

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Bakers and coffee shops

Line the streets,

And I find myself

Nestling inside a few

To find a comfort

Only coffee beans and bacon

Can provide.

Warming cold hands

From frost;

Warming strangers to the

Idea of companionship

And togetherness.

Wholeness.

Mugs and teaspoons

Hold a special place

In my heart;

Teapots and saucers have

A special kind of solac...

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{Face To Face With Us} 

My white and tan face fades, 

hiding inside of this grayish black smoke. 

I knew they'd use it against us, 

dammit; the tear gas is filling the blue skies around us and as the rub bullets flies past our heads. 

I'm grown I make my own decisions to fight this fight. 

I'm fresh like I just rolled out of bed.

Their clouded misguided assumpti...

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I get it…Yet

I get the internet

Yet

here I am trawling through stuff

Not writing enough

Pasting, wasting and chasing flat dreams and holograms,

Missing the meaning and depth

Of a moment

Of an movement

Of living.

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{What I Need} 

What I need is to be 

the same person I was 

before chiari 

And what I need is

to be that person who

can be able to cope 

with life again

And I need to feel 

calm and not so 

panicky 

And I need to feel

good about myself

And not so bad 

about myself

And for the thing's in

my life that I am u...

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{Alone} 

Sometimes I look into

a mirror to see my face

so I don't look so crazy 

asI talk to myself

And sometimes when I

am missing you I will

hold my dead phone

against my face so I 

don'tlook so crazy as

I pretend to talk to

myself while wishing 

the whole time that

it is you 

And this only

happens when I 

feel so alone 

wit...

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{What Is This?} 

What is this game we call life 

And how do you win 

And how do you survive 

And how do you make it out alive

And do we use pawns 

And do we have check mates 

And you say that my heart will do just fine

Or will this game we call life will I make it out alive 

And only in due time will tell me if I shall survive 

©Tina Glov...

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{Him}

He loves me,
He loves me not,
I love him,
He loves me not,
I fought for us,
He didn't, 
I chased him,
He didn't chase me,
I saw the sparks in his eyes, 
I saw the way he looked at her,
I watched his body movement,
I watched him kiss her all of the time,
I've wrote a thousand songs for him,
I have sang a thousand songs for him,
I shipped a thousand feeling's to him,
But he...

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{To Hear Your Name} 

To hear your name

it's just like another

dulling sword that

has pierced straight 

through my heart 

ooh-ooh the pain 

To hear your name 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer August 11,2016 but posting here on February 23,2018

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{Survival} 

All I need
is if I was 
the only human 
on the planet 
is my furry 
friend by my 
side then I'll 
be doing just 
fine and dandy

©Tina Glover  All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018 

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{The Darkness}

Your whole 
aura is 
giving off 
that deep 
down darkness 
that we all 
fear to love 
but you are 
making yours 
absolutely 
intoxicating 
to resist 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018

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{The Moment}

The moment 
when happiness
arrives but some
stubborn asshole 
comes along to 
screw that up for 
you so steer clear 
of all assholes 
that's even 
including you 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018 

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{When I Am A Sleep Or Awake} 

When I am a sleep or awake I dream of you all the same 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer Originally written in 2016 but posting here on February 15,2018 

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(Eroitc Naughty Poems)

He walks in from work with his shirt draping off his rock hard body that has me looking straight at him in his eyes while locking on with his eyes then I start to twist and bitting my tongue and lips while licking them wanting to taste his body on my lips and you can't take it anymore I get up walking over to him while doing a sexy stripper walk dance while...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)

My heart is hurting because I left something extra special behind in beautiful Havana 

​​​​​​He was a tall tan skinned man that was a tall glass of water that kept thrusting for him day and night and I think I am about ready to lose my mind because of that man in Havana 

And as I need and want Havana to appe...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie) 

(Doobie-Doobie)


When the doobie-doobie drugs don't work any more girl you are just a fool if you think love don't hurt because hot damn it does that's why one more blow to sniff until I cannot breathe 




And when the doobie-doobie-doobie don't work any more as one more sniff and one more puff and popping one mor...

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Impulse is the best linguist

So Mr Thoreau thought

And often what is written here

Is spoiled by what is later brought

Yet

All I write and sometimes rhyme

Falls on the page untaught

So needs some tender love and care

Before you see it as you ought

So

The lines you read from any page

Should by your ear be caught

As best words ordered to flow well

With...

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