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Change of Heart

Her days begin and end
with her secrets still untold
no one knows the truth
about her lonely troubled soul.

She sees no way out
of the dark place she's in,
it is the frozen loneliness
of holding pain within.

With no desire for living
in fear and despair,
she makes her choice to end it all
to make everything right and clear.

A walk outside on a wintery night
with no one else around,
she sees a spread of snow
under a street light
and there she lies down.

Bluesgirl (August Contest)

Ingénue harbinger
rainbow garden
morning dew
calloused oak leaves
weathered pine needles,
all catch virtuous awareness
within fragrant breezes
-pleasantness of spirit.

Juniper tiptoes
beyond boundaries of mind
to pansy beds
and wildflower magnificence.
Her eyes laden,
upon dampness she sits,
absorbs coolness of
lichen covered granite.
Fair weather oblivion
-meandering thoughts.

Trump Says...

Go back to where you came from
You haven't got a clue
Don't tell us white Americans
What we've got to do

If you don't like it here
Go back and change it there
Leave for your old, stinky country
Out of my blonde and thinning hair

I'll make you wish you never came
To our great American shores
Cross the Rio Grande, baby
And you will sleep on dirty floors

I'll take your children from you
Put them in a cage
Make immigrant a filthy word
I'll make you feel my rage

The Reason I Smile

You might ask me
The reason I smile today
Let me flaunt it a little
I’m wearing the smile that
You put on my face.
Wondering, I’m amazed by
Your haughty grace.
So many unforgettable hours
Squeezed in between
The hands of a clock. They raced
Past us fast, Tick Tick Tock!
Now, in my fondest of
Memories you lay. Robust with
Attitude, that lovely sway and a
Rocking laughter. All of it
I pray you would keep
As you, with you forever.
Don’t get me wrong. Your

Momma

Im worried about you
your acting really new
you never were the same
I think were the ones to blame

Your health is a secret
that's not how it should be
your the only one to keep it
you should at least tell me

I can see we stress you out
when you get mad and start to shout
yes, I know it when I see it
and the look on your face does fit

im mad, sad, worried about you
what your feeling, I don't have a clue
I want to know your feelings
to be more open

anniversaries

it's coming near the time we
began
this time last year,
everything was shiny and
new
this time last year,
there was a me & you
this time last year,
i was open to everything and
more
maybe i shouldn't have been
wearing my heart
on my
sleeve
opened me up to your special
brand of
pain
so here's to my naivety,
my
desperation
they're one in the same
-anniversaries

When I Think Of Death (June Contest)

When I Am Asked
By: Lisel Mueller

When I am asked
how I began writing poems,
I talk about the indifference of nature.

It was soon after my mother died,
a brilliant June day,
everything blooming.

I sat on a grey stone bench
in a lovingly planted garden,
but the day lilies were deaf
as the ears of drunken sleepers
and the roses curved inward.
Nothing was black or broken
and not a leaf fell
and the sun blared endless commercials
for summer holidays.

PEACE

Hot tea mild and tempting
sweet steam curling up
to greet the quiet morning
golden sun dance through
the window blinds

wake me with quiet ease
lure me into another day
let me smell new spring
wet mud splashing fresh
and loving as a child's play

The Cloud

cowards have used the cloud for acquisition
to hide lies about friends and foes alike

as the misty mountain top flees from
inquisitions and cries out loud

so may your eyes open wide
as the mists of liars collides

with the reality that most of us
want peace and heavenly sunrise

which chases the lying clouds away
leaving the pine green freshness over daisies

to wake us to higher aspirations
to clean the air and leave us breathless

after waiting in line to reach the top
of Mt. Everest, now too common

The Cloud

cowards have used the cloud for acquisition
to hide lies about friends and foes alike

as the misty mountain top flees from
inquisitions and cries out loud

so may your eyes open wide
as the mists of liars collides

with the reality that most of us
want peace and heavenly sunrise

which chases the lying clouds away
leaving the pine green freshness over daisies

to wake us to higher aspirations
to clean the air and leave us breathless

after waiting in line to reach the top
of Mt. Everest, now too common

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