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We’ll not speak of
once upon a time:
life’s no fairy-tale
with its sweetened rhyme

of make -believe
we’ve walked through
such trials and tribulations
they, I and you

no need for bouquets
or laurels, or fame -
only love and acceptance
that will accompany our each name

as long as the light still glows
and songs are waiting to be sung
we’ll not be overcome by shadows
our hearts will beat just like when were young




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Close the door
slip the latch and let it fall
I am sad to say farewell
but I must leave you all,
imagine me at peace
freed from earthly things,
I am the autumn breeze
a winter wind that sings,
I am rain, I am sky,
a part of everything,
we did not say goodbye,
I am summer, I am spring
blossom, light as air,
don't think of me as gone
look around and I’ll be there
I have written this for my dad's funeral, which is in a couple of weeks
It came from the fireplace,
emerged past the races
that lit all of humanity
and the traces,
I never
known
but seen
it.

Eyes, green, brown
and blue
and yet,
the justifiably gets wrapped
up in vices of dreams.

If colors of eyes
It was our skin.
And it is,
belated,
No eyes as green
hypnotically
as the seas are like to dream.
And blue eyes like a stream,
unpolluted like a feat
and brown eyes are amazing
considering the woods are so.

All our eyes are related
and the skin's
within.
love's bright burst ignites,  

apologies in the night,  

lust fades with dawn's light.
Good morning again beautiful poets of hellopoetry. Already posted and deleted, hate when I wake up so unsure of myself, I feel it's going to be one of those days... but anyway much love ❣️
A morning of overcast sky in Nevada
Is very like landscapes painted by El Greco.
Cobalt sky smeared with silver gray shadows
In a candy floss tumble of gunmetal clouds
Gives a subtle light that makes things mysterious
And creates a canopy of comfort for a winter day.
ljm
Even gloomy days are beautiful here. The  light is just different and magical.
"With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow@With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about
today until tomorrow
"

lyric, Mr Tambourine Man,
Bob Dylan
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Rebel troubadour, always resrless, asking the obvious,
with answers readily apparent,
yet no one knows them out loud

Here we are,
two old Jews,
crossing paths at our shared six point star,
we aware, we know, that the
questions will likely be there tomorrow,'for they
have always there come the morn,

so we do not raise our voices anymore,
indeed,
the questions grow up best when asked softly softly,
and the answers,
blowing in the wind,
are clearest, sharpest obvious when
whispered,

So,
~forget about today till tomorrow,
until tomorrow comes no more~

And is this an only love poem?
To be sure,
Be sure.

For only love is the bridge between yesterday,
Today, and Tomorrow,
No matter what!
Wood pigeon, wren and linnet call
chaffinch, greenfinch, welcome all
dine with me, come pull up a seat
sing soft on the fountain, watch me eat
drink from a day that is near to ending
all fierce promise dulled and blending
At times of extreme stress poetry keeps me going
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