Imagination

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Footsteps

Footsteps

Do you hear them?
Slowly descending those stairs?
Relentlessly taking the same path?
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Imagination

Imagination is my neurological sanctum, away from systematical replacements, caused by contagium vivium...

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Furniture

Furniture

Your favourite seat was occupied by an old lover,
you wouldn't have minded if it had been your...

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POETRY CLUB

POETRY  CLUB

I joined, into the valley of death rode the six hundred,
where have you been, lonely as a cloud I...

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Nature Nation

Nature Nation
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Lebanon

(Acrostic)

Lebanon

Ledge high above , Framed by elegant window
Eyes to the flag she displays
Blue sky...

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Beautiful Sleep

Beautiful Sleep

We were together in our dreams, nothing's as it seems,
travelled to the yellow stars along fantastic...

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Imagination

dedicated to.............Krystal

Imagination

My grandson and his wind up plane,
Soars over his model electric train!
Claiming he's the...

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Praise Jesus

Kneel to pray but stand for the flag,? I'll stand to pray but kneel to cry but I'll never kneel to those...

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To be or not to be?

Well that depends on what you’re referring to.

To be or not to be?

Gym class and I am in my zone.
Sure I can’t even do a handstand, or have the upper body strength to...

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Chasing rainbows🌈

Chasing rainbows🌈

“Wow” what an amazing imagination

I am totally blown away from your fantastic fabrication

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Bilge

Bilge

Although she paints him darkly
and through those dull shaded lenses of hers
...

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The Desert’s Fading Soul

Dieth by me beautiful woman,
Or, fearful purity hide thine eyes.
Despite sunsetting chills...

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Lol…Not a jot !!! 🤣

Lol…Not a jot !!! 🤣

Please leave me be and can you close that door

I will stay within my chamber for a little while...

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Dancing in my dreams 💞

Dancing in my dreams 💞

I sit on the seat with my hands on my lap, lost in a daydream using my thinking cap

Yes those...

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No grey area

No grey area
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Rising more

Resting less

Rising more

Cut short a rose never truly spores
A stock rising roots
bud to flower protected beauty...