Life

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cosmos's April 12 poems

poems for April 12 2020

April 12, 2020

Life spinning out of control

it seems these days
that life is...

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Is Life Really Worth Living?

Is Life Really Worth Living?

Is life really worth living
If you care about what they say?
When they tell you it's too...

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April ninth four score and...

April ninth four score and eleven years ago

How fast the years did clip and leap away,
till your Earth orbitz count ninety decades
+ uno...

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tea

You could say we’re bags of tea.
Our bodies are the bag; a thin layer of skin keeping everything...

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Life

Life perspective

Where is the time to hate,
When there is so little time to love.

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Covid Operation

We Will Be Free

Covid Operation

I'm deep undercover, a locked down lover
No one to love or touch, town is another country
...

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THE RAVEN AND THE CROW AND...

THE RAVEN AND THE CROW AND THE ROOSTER

The moon is full as
the church clock
stirkes midnight
and the church
bells ring...

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HIS LOVE

In His safety

HIS LOVE

My life changed and little did I know just what it meant when they said let Jesus into your heart and He...

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I'm getting old?

I'm getting old?

I sit inside on a warm spring day
Got a cold that just won’t go away
My wife disagrees with...

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FROM A DISTANCE

FROM A DISTANCE

From a distance
I watch the sunrise
From a distance
I saw the panic
and the...

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APPARENTLY....

To find oneself
within the air
an act of love
that brings one there

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A thank you

A thank you

A thank you to all the medical staff who are working tirelessly in a sometimes thankless environment to...

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Steps

A change in thinking

Steps

Steps lead up to a future uncertain,
Leading forth for all who may follow,
Though they lead...

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Wake Up

Wake Up

These shards sink in hard, they twist my flesh and remind me of all the things I now detest in this life...

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Life

One of the first poems written by an idiot

Does it ever end?
The torturing abbys we call living.

We do this to ourselves.
We...