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Cool morning Push mower Shearing grass tops Rhythmic motion Mindless meditative work Temperature rising Air and body warming Salty sweat Beginning to flow Clipper trimming Stray branches Inch-long thorns Scratch and puncture Unprotected arms Blood mixing with sweat Rake lifting Leaves and twigs From green carpet Scent of mown grass Fatigue setting in Rest In…
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What if I die And I haven’t cooked dinner for you? Haven’t held your hand? Haven’t argued with you? Comforted you? Kissed you? What if I die And I haven’t told you that you’re beautiful? Haven’t pushed you Teased you Challenged you Nurtured Or encouraged you? What if I die And I haven’t shared a…
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Hope this doesn’t offend anyone, Just have to get it off my chest. I’ve smelled burned flesh, Blood, shit, piss, puke, Bacterial infections, and toxic chemicals. I’ve sorted body parts After a terrorist bombing Knowing that one of the bodies Could be someone I love. I’ve remained professional and nonjudgmental While working with a man…
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Two strangers Pulled together By the unseen Gazing at each other Expressing amazement Wonder And appreciation For the Magic of their meeting Smiles, laughter, Kisses, caresses Feeling the joy of their merging Talking Late into the night Sharing Stories and lessons Dreams and desires Creating A mutual vision A collage of their potential And Then…
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What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well. –Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. –Gene Fowler
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I’m having dinner at five You could meet me It would be nice to see you Warm feeling in my chest Footsteps lighter Easy laughter Amazing change In outlook Knowing At day’s end Will be Your smile Your bright eyes Good conversation Mundane, tedious day Now transformed To eager anticipation ©2010 BT
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Whitewater Draw, Southern Arizona
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Writers block Frustrates Sometimes Days, weeks or months Without a word Then A conversation A call from an old friend A new romance Or a sunset Triggers The free flow of words From the collective unconscious Causing The needed release Of Mental diarrhea ©2011 BT
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Tiny jewels and scars Ornament her body Glimmers and bumps Each triggering memories Of past pains And pleasures And dreams Of volcanoes And molten lava Fire opals shimmering Like the glimmer in her eyes. ©2009 BT
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