Age

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What is the Point

To whom it may Concern

What is the Point

What is the point of being,
When the world sees creatures, and humans are only seen.

What is...

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EFFERVESCENT

Happy New Year Cosmo!

EFFERVESCENT

Lively are the bubbles
bubbling up and down
like the girl I once was,
effervescent in...

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Bully me you, I exemplified...

who suffered cuts by a thousand knives.

Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat...

Even as old (dish) married
(spooning) curmudgeon,
who receives social security disability...

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Still Art For Art’s Sake

There are bits of me that
clearly
don’t work anymore and
are therefore,
more...

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Blemished

Dear lord, how you’ve aged and so
disproportionately ..
Like old rope, empty oyster shells...

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Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty

Alas, my flower's glow begins to fade,
And all that I can do is share her fate.
Her lustrous...

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SORROW

People keep saying
you are strong, you can get through this.
What is strong?
Being...

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traces

traces

it is not the things
that I strive to remember
that sadden me and
make me cry
...

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Drowning

Drowning

“I’m a body of water, that he swims upstream with his hands tied behind his back.”

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What I Love Best

Mummy, am I beautiful ?
She asks one rainy day
A day I am full of bruises
My sad, dark...

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On becoming a night owl...,

no matter whether or not ya give a hoot

On becoming a night owl...,

especially after feeling super charged
watching the second night of
Democratic National...

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After President Joe...

After President Joe Robinette Biden Junior withdrew from the presidential race...

Planet earth (the Mother of all)
breathed a collective
and palpable sigh of relief,
...

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Lasting Beauty

Lasting Beauty

The early years have departed;
Brief is the course of life.
Yet, time’s passing has not...

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AGE

Shadows exiled into rivers of creased grey stolen flesh
waved there flags in breezy excited panic...

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The Older I git . . . . . . .

The Older I git . . . . . . .

Give me the keys to your Ferrari old man, also ran,
you picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, only...