One by one, it seems

Our joy from childhood dreams

quickly falls away.

Until the day

None of those dreams remain.

The red balloons

We let loose to fly

Those floating memories of our youth

Passing by, high in the sky

Our childhood days

Sometimes, misguided ways

They made us cry.

The laughter we had then

Beyond recapture

We will never live aga...

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Granda's slouched 

In his fave comfy chair

A Christmas cracker party hat

Hides his four strands of hair

His wife always said:

'Get the buggers cut!'

But he wasn't quite ready

To be a total baldy nut! 

He wishes she was here now

Nagging at full pelt:

'If ye eat or drink one more thing,

yer gonna burst your belt!'

And Sophie's eyes sparkle

L...

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You are what I wanted so much but couldn’t have

What I had to let go of no matter how scared I felt about losing

You crawled up on my pavements

And grew on my walls stirring me up

Deciphered my moods and thoughts with your beautiful brain

Spoke to the inner me of your intentions

I miss the invisible force between us

I cherish those little moments

How simple your words were ...

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rhyme this with everything I am

bit of everything I have

rhyme this to make it livable again

at another needed moment, from the corner of my head. 

squeeze this into another view

or lay it out, spread on by you

or anyway that translates bliss

to blissless stormful blanks

that look for it parched, helpless

without thanks

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Let's take a moment to reminisce.

Look into my eyes and speak the words you have within,

Express yourself to your deepest core,

Speak until you feel you have no more words...

Let me know how you feel. 

My heart skips a beat,

Before it begins a rhythmic dance, 

As I gaze into your eyes,

Into your soul,

With so much love it aches.

I am home whenever I am with ...

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Between the last customer

and morning light

in the parking lot of the Korean Gentleman's Club,

he picks lilacs for me.

Standing high against a warehouse wall,

these always bloom early, and 

he goes annually, covertly, in the still dark,

unsure of welcome by the

Korean Gentlemen.

He fills the car.

I imagine that damp, spring-scented ride home,

his fantasy of be...

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