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Filtered Memories
Back seat kisses,
backyard volleyball,
barbecues,
long walks in the woods,
sunbathing on the beach,
smiling, laughing,
talking for hours,
holding hands,
slow dancing to George Straight songs,
making love until dawn,
falling asleep in each other’s arms...
Filtered memories,
behind the sheer curtain of my mind,
or fantasies,
found in a bottle
of ...
Monday 4th January 2021 4:29 am
Muses, Sins & Soul Ties
Is it a sin for your muse
to inspire mine,
provide momentary escapes
from loneliness, pain,
the daily grind,
give words to fantasies
of the mind,
connect soul ties.
It’s hard to believe
a God of love
would consider musing
a crime.
If it is, that’s not a religion
to which I subscribe.
Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
Becoming
If you become
what you think about
most of the time...
I am becoming
poetry, a lyrical
fantasy floating
in rhyme.
I am becoming
love and light,
Doing my best
to do what's right.
I am becoming
forgiveness
and peace.
Healing souls
like Wayne
and Louise.
I am becoming
who God intended
me to be.
Leaving a loving
legacy.
I am becoming
free.
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...Saturday 16th February 2019 1:56 am
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