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Look at me!
See me!
Hear me!
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Your ads!
Your games!
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Listen to me!
See the news!
My propaganda!
Fake news!
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You choose!
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Tag: Poetry
Mother
Mother
Gone
Not forgotten.
Strong
Gentle
Caring
Intelligent
Hard working
Moral
Ethical
She held it together
When we needed her
I wish I could hold her hand
Hug her
Tell her how much I miss her.
Just back from an evening walk…
Cold, dark, windy
Not wet yet
Clouds cross the sky
Blot the stars
Sunset brings chill air
Creeping across the land,
Grass flattens against its cheek.
One step then another
Striding? More a cold shuffle
Tired feet and knees
But I keep going.
My walk is short for you.
But it’s enough for me….
Come in cat!
Come on cat
Come on in
It’s blowing a gale
And raining hail
A storm is coming
And you’re outside
I’ve called your name
But instead you hide!
Come on in cat
Don’t be shy
There’s food here for you
Through the storm, fly
Run in now
Listen to my call
Don’t stay out
Through the heavy rain fall!
Come in
Be comfy
Stay a while
Be warm and happy
Prodigal feline in style.
Seeing faces
Two eyes
A nose
Offset mouth.
Is that a bearded
Chin?
Red faced
And angry?
Small grill..
Gritted teeth..
Crossed eyes
Too close together
Describing a face
That’s what I see..
First Aubretia
A tiny flower
Promises so much.
Spring will bring
A cloud of purple
Buds and blooms
Life springs out
From cracks and crevices,
Waiting warm dew drops
To water them.
Ahh sweet smell
Of flora…
Tail twitch
Sit and watch
My tail twitch
My whiskers sweep
Around the sink.
Where’s the spiders
Gone tonight?
In the sink…
Underneath…
By the bath?
Looking for them…
I’ll find em!
My phone is full!
My phone is full
The woman said
It’s full of dreams
And other stuff..
Of melodies
And games
And names
Conversations
I can’t leave.
My pictures are
My memories!
My phone is full
I can’t discard
My life!
anemone blanda
Anemone Blanda,
or Windflower
spring flower
delicate,
gentle and true
purple white and blue
Old photo
old memories
garden surprise
brings smiles to my eyes.
Sunrise
Red sky in the morning,
Shepherds warning?
See the sky
Roses in your eye.
Now its dawn
New day is born..
Pink to blue
Purple hues too
Twigs and branches
Spring approaches.
Sun or rain
Brings green again….
Back to sleep
In bed I’ll keep
Until full sun
And sunrise is done…
Mallaband-Brown 