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*Flowers at a Place & Time. And Thistle growing next to my bedroom. ~LArry
The Quiet World
By Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,

The Quiet World
By Jeffrey McDaniel

Folly of people looking so hard to prove something that is not there. They wind up mismatching events, places and times. AKA Malicious Prosecution. It takes on different names and groups of people in History. ~LArry

“Upon The Gallows Tree”: E. Merrill Root’s poem “Witchcraft”
By buckeyemuse | October 30, 2015

Summer Love, From a Winter Lover - Dedicated to you Lexie.

Summer Love, From a Winter Lover

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“Souls"

“Souls"

Puppy Love Poem by Linda Harnett

Puppy Love Poem by Linda Harnett

Sweet Dreams Babe

Sweet Dreams Babe

Moonlight Kiss

Moonlight Kiss

https://www.booksie.com/522719-car-trouble

https://www.booksie.com/522719-car-trouble

Tuesday Poem: Car troubles – for Raymond Carver.

Tuesday Poem: Car troubles – for Raymond Carver.

Thought you were barricading yourself in. Then saw it was a barricade of Love. ~LArry - dedicated to Fee & Jackie
*The things I took to heart as a kid , desperate for love and life*. ~LArry
Evidently, all I have ever fallen in Love with has turned out to be a lie. ~LArry - How very sad.
You're so beautiful

You're so beautiful

The Reasons You Are Beautiful

The Reasons You Are Beautiful

Be with me , inside me as one being as we |sit| inside each other in complete ecstasy, There are no words for that. ~LArry
~Help Me~ be me. ~LArry <3 -- Isn't that what we all want?
Poems of Hope and Resilience
The words of others can help to lift us up.

Poems of Hope and Resilience
The words of others can help to lift us up.

A heart of ashes, a soul worn thin,
A gaze that's seen the darkest sin,
A mind that echoes with the screams unheard,
A body scarred, each mark a word
Of battles fought in the abyss of night,
Where hope was lost and shadows bite.
A hollow laugh, a bitter smile,
A weary dance, a life on trial,
The world a blur, a distant dream,
Haunted by ghosts, a broken theme,
A thirst for peace, a yearning to be free,
From the chains of hell that bind and see.
Each step a struggle, each breath a fight,
A fragile shell, barely holding light,
The weight of sorrow, a heavy cloak,
A silent plea, a soul that broke,
Yet, in the cracks, a flicker remains,
A whisper of strength, that still sustains.
This poem captures the feeling of someone who has endured immense suffering, marked by a deep sense of exhaustion, emotional numbness, a lingering fear, but also a glimmer of resilience and a desire for healing.
Generative AI is experimental.
*The Furnaces are Re-Ignited* Thank You With Much Love ~LArry
My admiration for the person I adore, respect, love and worship!

My admiration for the person I adore, respect, love and worship!

To Paulina from Eirini's Lambertville NJ. What I think of you. ~LArry

A Shield of Steel, A Heart of Gold,
A woman stands, her voice so bold,
When shadows fall, and doubt takes hold,
She'll face the storm, a story…

Eyes A Glimpse Of The Soul Poem:

Her eyes, like two pools of liquid light,
Reflect the secrets of her soul so bright.
In their depths, a universe untold,
A narrative of emotions, beautifully scrolled.
With just a glance, I am hypnotized,
Lost in the depths of her beautiful eyes.
A kaleidoscope of feelings, colors unseen,
A glimpse of the soul, serene and keen.

In the silent language that her eyes unfold,
A tapestry of stories, beautifully told.
I navigate the constellations of her inner night,
Captivated by the soft glow of her soul’s light.

For in those orbs, an ethereal dance,
A symphony of emotions, a subtle trance.
I find myself in a sacred space,
Lost in the grace of her soul’s embrace.
Heart Broken so many times.
She showed up and did the best for someone so closed.
Sat on the couch pretending not to see.
Cooking and trying not to see.
Waiting. Looking as I went about not believing what I sought.
Silently opening the door not believing what I see.
Last her giving up.
Then a thought, let me see when all is sleep.
What he truly feels for me she thought.
So in the bed, silently she climbs.
Edging ever so carefully close next to me.
Waiting breathlessly to see what he truly felt for me.
Stirring he came to consciousness and a sharp breath he drew.
Then a gasp and a sigh and arm put around me.
Then I knew as he whispered, Please let me wake not from this to be. ~LArry
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