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Find Yourself Today
You needn’t look very far or wide to find yourself today I found myself today reveling in a clear wave of sounds The wonderful sounds of numerous feathered creatures sitting in the Oak trees You need not look any further than you are to find yourself today I found myself today frantically scampering and scattering about When my cozy hiding place under the leaves was disrupted by a gush of wind You needn’t look to the outlying hills to find yourself today I found myself today in the sharp piercing gaze of a shrewd raptor It was time to practice my highly honed skills of camouflage, silence and readiness You needn’t look very far or wide to find yourself today I found myself today and every day in the simple ubiquitously present Residing in the ever-lasting never-ending moment of an omnipresent here and now Copyright ©
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An Ode to Summer
Dandelion clouds set in
mango skies
scattered softly
above
golden fields
summer draws
her last breaths
Autumn swirls-in
on a whisper.
crystal eyes blue
in the face of
the mighty
Heavens.
A wardrobe, fair;
crimson, yellow
orange, brown
a tinge of
royal purple.
Arctic blasts
rules the nights
White breath
painted air...
Transitioning
browned
filigree leaves
spiraling down
upon hoary
frost.
Glistening...
catch-ing
the moonlight
swirling white skirts,
raised high;
Let down softly
over the towns
A hushing
lullaby;
inhaling, any
colors that remain
icy breath
crisp,
in their stead;
settling in
for a long nap
upon cold
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A sorry caution
A sorry caution "Sorry" can be overused, lose its meaning. Be abused. Not said with real and true intention. As if just mumbled in passing mention. Not honestly felt and with heart. When excuse-invention, is the art. Yet a sorrow show of regret and meaningful apology, can also sound and receive like marvellous melody. Ease the pain and not in vain. Make close again friends, and make amends. It is in that sense like a flame or flare, caution, please: handle with care. Updated, Edited and written by Piezometric Poetry on 09-06-2023 Poem artwork
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Broken, scarred and bound to each other, Daryl and Carol have not only survived in this world where the dead walk and feed on the living but they have thrived. Yes, they have had their losses, the ghost of Sophia never far behind them, but they've learned to keep hold of what they do have. Each other and the group, but will outside forces tear them apart in the end?
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