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VIBGYOR RAINBOW ACROSTIC

Violet is the color of most of our lovely dresses
Indigo is the color we add to washings for whiteness
Blue is the hue of our skies we mostly love
Green is the chlorophyll of our spring tree leaves
Yellow is like liver condition and loo rendition
Orange are those pulpy ones men love most
Red is the fieriness of life by which we exist

ACROSTIC COMPLETE =RAINBOW PLEASE

Loves Dues

He left yesterday. Images of fallow roads
puncture solitude, then fade. The sun erodes
my thoughts like a dry sponge. They grow dim -
love’s tendrils wind their way around my heart
to build on solid ground a world apart
that may by gentle force go on and round him.

His light, her darkness

her smile,

her laugh,

lights up his darkness,

 

her hair,

her eyes,

smoothens his sharpness,

 

her voice,

her joy,

cures his depression,

 

her absence,

her need,

brought waves of attention,

 

she strides the corridors,

His light, her darkness

her smile,

her laugh,

lights up his darkness,

 

her hair,

her eyes,

smoothens his sharpness,

 

her voice,

her joy,

cures his depression,

 

her absence,

her need,

brought waves of attention,

 

she strides the corridors,

NOW COME CLOSER LOVEDLY RETURNS

It is a known fact
there is no smoke
without a fire

A friend of ours in the neighborhood
played the violin the whole night

His only love now after two kids
his violin
of the likes of those musicians
all would know
but
his real love was his violin
the whole world would now know
but
at those moments he came to know
what love was

Oh Lobo

Lobo! oh Lobo,
In the forest you roam,
Like a ranger,
Guarding your home.

With a sound that shrieks,
Through the land,
Making man and beast,
Fear your band.

Prowling through the trees,
As you sniff,
The scented night air,
Smelling sweet perfume.

Like Robin Hood of old,
You stalk your prey,
With alertness and cunning,
Stealth in lay.

With fur of grey to black,
Your beauty and power,
Like quartz do shine,
Like mothers flowers.

Thunderbirds Roar

Roaring,
Of thunder,
Could be heard,
Men and women in blue,
Flew,
The red, white, and blue.

From,
Base in Nevada,
They came,
Ariel feats of,
Daring,
Glistening in sun rays.

Ah's,
Could be heard,
Seeing the Thunderbirds,
Fly,
Doing maneuvers,
Parting the sky.

Men,
And women,
Of the sky,
Displaying proudly,
Old glory,
As they fly.

Mellifluous Sky

Out of darkness you fall
Land on weeping limbs
Wash over my spirit
Mind-tap sweetness

Erratic like the wind
Summer breeze evocative
Pleasant delights
Your voice amplified

Soothing repose
Your sadness summonses
“Join me”
Essence lifted

Clean and pure
Needles dripping euphoria
Who are you?
The kingdom of consciousness?

Everywhere, so becoming
I am in your demesne
Joining a melancholy
Bonding with your nature

WOULDACOULDASHOULDA

I only want to write this
Not because I really should
But because I said that
Daily, here, I would.

Diagnostic

The good doctor says I’m in the middle
“Not great, but not too bad,” she says
"Fucking Russian roulette of life visits again," I say to myself

Despite the tests and the numbers,
and the dizzying array
of alien sounding terms,
my friends and family are here with me
physically, and in my anxious thoughts

You can't see them in the test results
from the blood you keep taking,
or how they help heal me in the dark hours
at 3am, where the demons lie

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