Neck hurts, aching back
Getting older? Yes, I am
Still, glad for the chance
by MARIA MICHAELA
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Neck hurts, aching back
Getting older? Yes, I am
Still, glad for the chance
by MARIA MICHAELA
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miss cooking for him
and on most days, for her, too
I cook anyway
energy needs assistance
I thrive on this love
by TREMAINE L. LOADHOLT
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you on your own
is fun for a while
you can take yourself shopping
to restaurants, to movies
then you meet someone
and you fall in love
you build a life together
as partners in crime
you think that
there is only so much love
in the world to go around
then you meet someone
who fits in with you both
the duo becomes a trio
a triumvirate of love
two is better than one
three is better than two
you open yourself up
to the amazing person
in front of you
and gain a new family
it turns out
love truly knows no bounds
by CASSY SINGLE
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Little pebbles dripping,
running window panes,
and I breathe in the lust
of drudgery as each pull
their path to the sill, still
I am, lump and frump,
while the grass grows
to the moon, and each
moment of solitude I
age eons waiting for a
final change, awakening
and finally awake, like
this place, nestled among
fields of corn, the safest
I have yet to feel since
birth long ago, when
no one was there and I
was left to wonder woe
by SHAWN M. YOUNG
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suppose you stop snickering
and get shut of the need
to scorn those folks over there
fingering slipcovers
in the discount aisle
talking only to each other
when they speak of
perfection and how well
these would go with
the drapes in the front room
and suppose
you quit sneering at those
who proclaim their love
for the Beatles as you cannot
distinguish between
an emotional bond to their
soundtrack of a lifetime
and your own decidedly
up-to-the-minute
lasting-maybe-a-minute
enthusiasm for whatever minute
you find yourself in
(unless
of course
it hits you
RIGHT THERE
like a never-ending
cryogenic block
on your future)
and suppose
you get your head
out of whatever fragrant
arrogant nook
you keep it in
and see yourself
years from now
dressed fifteen years
too early for retro fashion
choosing from cheap mirrors
in a bargain aisle
while humming
yesterday’s
greatest song ever written
by TONY BROWN
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