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I am alive.
And even when alone,
I have the skills and peace
and all the stuff I need to thrive.
I'm more than good enough.
I value,
honor,
all that I have known.
My love's immense.
My...
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TEMPLES-
My Human Light,
the look in your eyes,
when they seen mine, shined so
much light into a happy sy,
like the promise of God
My Human Light,
you took my heart,
then...
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Electric speech
Her grid speaks
for me to reach
her hearts' power
Her gift for me
is her loves' beach
Undulating beneath
generating our
Uniting kiss
The time is coming,
high kiting bliss,...
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These WordS, The Poetry of John E WordSlinger
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They toddle.
It's a phase.
Each used to crawl.
They watch and try and
master how to climb.
A little more they'll learn
with every fall.
Soon each will run.
They'll speak in their own time....
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The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves
Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings
My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still.
I am the tree that one time was a maid,
But that was long...
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Go little poem.
Go sneak into each ear
and vellicate the lobe
with vowels that chime
or blow upon the drum
to make them hear,
not see
(tug eyelids shut)
the rising climb of consonants,
the...
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Before my birth
words showered down on me.
Before I spoke
I understood.
I tried. I called. I named.
I chatted thoughtlessly
engulfed in rapid discourse,
surging pride.
Before I read
I...
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Reid Baer CONFESSES to Margo Rose Ferderer “My Bad”
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My Bad
By Reid Baer
I become angry when you don’t
get the quintessential meaning
of my...
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