Tag: experience
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The Restless Fool
Now evening falls gently on streets that he knows, And time, like a river, continues and flows.
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What Happened to Frank?
Frank, where did all your poetry go?It vanished like socks in the laundry below.Your sonnets once sparkled, your couplets could sing—Now dust gathers thick on your favorite ink thing. Why did you stop writing? Did inspiration flee?Did it catch the last train to Cincinna… ti?Did your rhymes get distracted by pancakes and pie,Or retire for…
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Autumn
Every leaf that hits the ground is a memory of you, and the scent of woodsmoke, crisp and gray, reminds me how you slipped away.
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The Islanders
Folks from Long Island are friendly—“come on in, grab a chair,” They’ll greet you like a cousin, then ask how you got there.They’re outgoing and jovial, bold from shore to shore,And somehow every casual chat becomes a friendly roar. Long Islanders judge pizza with a serious face, “Too much cheese? Crust too thick? This ain’t…
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The Lioness
She walked away from a house where her heart had learned to ache,From years of silent suffering and promises that seemed to break.She chose the road of loneliness, though freedom came with cost,For sometimes saving your own soul means mourning what you’ve lost. And in her arms, her daughter grew, her reason to persist,She made…
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Behind the Scene
Family is more than a story you share, More than a picture arranged with care. It’s trust in the quiet, compassion unseen, And honoring lives that exist off-screen…
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Saint
When heartbreak left my window dim, I wandered through the dark with him— With sorrow sitting on my chest, Very little strength and no rest. The days were gray, the nights were long, I couldn’t find my place in song; Depression wrapped me in its blue, And every dawn felt hard to view. Then on…
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You
Days turned to weeks, and not a word from you,I wondered, “Are you dead? Or just busy too?”I checked my phone daily, then checked it some more—Apparently, silence was your favorite chore. But then came the pain, which moved in for a stay,It unpacked its luggage and wouldn’t go away.For months it sat there, eating…
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The Night We Met – Conclusion
It was date number four, and I showed up late,Because apparently timing determines your fate.You opened the door with a grin on your face,And said, “Fashionably late?”—with remarkable grace. We dined and we drank, each enjoying the night,Trading sips, teasing jokes, and good-natured delight.We raised up our glasses and toasted, “To us!”Then spilled half a…
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The Night We Met – Part 2
After that night, I was stuck in disbelief,A little bit stunned, but absurdly relieved.I thought, Well, that happened—now where do we stand?One night, one adventure, one slightly odd plan. I’d never moved quite so quickly before,So surely, I figured, there’d be no encore.It was what it was; I expected goodbye,And mentally filed you under “Well……
