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renewal was the first poem i wrote
after joining 20 Lines A Day on April 9th,
the second in my life.
i thought it was time now to add to it.
.

and

if

i
sound
wde eyed,
it’s because

i am.

i’m

a little
in awe of what
i’ve become,

so late

in my

day.
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and

a new…

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that I never even saw this one coming.

When did you become like her?

When you switched over they must have started paying you $$$$$$

You are the most unappreciative person that I know

I really don’t understand what people’s motives are

I really don’t understand why they think you aren’t going to find something out.

When you actually make comments and throwing the hints out

it’s fairly easy to tell when something becomes wrong

It’s sad that you have to try so many times

because if it was me the first time would be your last.

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we

can, will,
surely

write, scribble,
scratch, claw, type, etch
click, bleed, shout, scream,
whisper, cry, smear, speak, copy,
rethink, doubt, edit, erase,
dream, paint,
imagine,
say

our

w o r d s.

and

yours spell
just like mine.

if

for any
reason

we

can,
might,
should,

connect, relate,
understand, fathom,
experience, absorb, believe
empathize, sympathize,
respond, remember,
listen, hear…

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Suddenly, I her the wind pick up and blow against my screen. A spatter of rain taps quietly n my roof. Lightening and thunder rumble far away. For a moment, the rain falls in torrents, then settles into a peaceful song. Nature’s lullaby.

Before I know it, my reddened eyes start to blink. My mind goes blank, my heart slows to a quiet rhythm. The soft breathing of my cat blends with the gentleness of a warm summer rain.

Soon, I am asleep. The rain has does its trick. Nature has helped me get a much-needed rest. I wake up, a bit surprised that it is morning. Somehow, that is alright, I feel refreshed.

Thank you rain for your blessing.

When the lone wolf howls

I, alone, can decipher his cries

For I have felt his heart.

It resides with me inside.

When the lone wolf cries,

His soul is tinged with pain . . .

Perched upon a high mountain top,

He waits for me to echo his name.

When the lone wolf howls,

It’s louder than the thunder,

And his love for me is blinding.

No thirst can quench his hunger.

When the lone wolf howls

And I press into his mane,

I see eternity in his eyes

For we are One again.

When the lone wolf howls,

I, alone, can decipher his cries,

For he is happy and content,

And he walks with me by my side.

by doctorchell

At Huntington Beach, SC where we found a wiener dog named, Buddy, who loved kites as much as we did . . maybe a little too much! Doggone it!!!

I think about death a lot.

About my son, my mom, my neighbor.

I think about how easy it would be

to not deal with all this crap any more.

As I sit , trying to catch up on emails,

my heart starts to pound, I feel sick, shaking.

I wonder if the death angel has come for me.

It scares me more than I thought it would.

It lasted a long time, sweating, panting.

I miss my son and mom and others.

I wonder where I’d be if I hadn’t stayed here.

I wonder why I had to stay here when my son left.

And I see the dream chaser I made

For my grand kids today and think, “Maybe I know.”

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BAND-AIDS

Band-aids . ..
Like relationships . .
Are necessary for all wound healing.

Their cohesiveness sticks
Like a second skin to a wound.
It shelters and protects the afflicted.

But there comes a time when . . .
Either the treatment rendered is finished
Or the wound needs air to breathe to heal.

. . . . So, you ask yourself . . . .

Band-aid . .
Do I rip you off quickly?
Or slowly?

The latter is still equally as painful
While giving a false sense
Of protection.

The sting is essentially the same.
The aftermath leaves you with
Black, sticky patches of where the
Band-aid
Once was. . . .

Its traces are hard to rub off your raw skin.

by
doctorchell

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I changed my Hot Pink Peony to Sepia so more could hang it on a wall not many adore them as I do PINK

Mowing like crazy to stop the encroaching forest

Taking photos at Mom's too as I am not the only one who has some beauties.

I have to tear them apart but have been beading around some cabs…

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