Come Home

Come home, let the yellow roses grow, come back, to the emotionally trapped, Speak again, of the sound of the rain, Call me…

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Artwork

Acrylic painting of fantasy artwork of a toad standing in a river.

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Amity

Feeling in a devoted, passionate yet lost place. Poetry reflects this. How we feel fulfilled by our passions and drive, yet left empty asking for more

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Admission

  Rolls adorn the life giving body, Scrumpled lines of longevity, Awaits nectarous press upon the lip, Gliding eyes across the hip, Forlorn…

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Dementia

This is a blunt, simplistic not very “wordy” poem about severe dementia. I have worked with people with severe dementia that have become…

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Writing

  I would love to know, how do you write poetry and find inspiration? I have always wrote at the most unexpected times,…

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Human

Took the free falling leap, from the mountainous summit, to safe pastures, Behind the burst of laughter,   Infectious exhilaration we spread, And…

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Ugly Beautiful Faces

  To carry a bag of rocks around, Sinking with the weight beneath the ground, Eyes that watch, Eye’s that stare, They strip…

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