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One poem every week. No other rules, no other plans, just words.

Month

March 2017

David

May we dance
Flying from the floor
Joy straining the muscles
Uncontrollable excitement
Loved regardless of shame
Streets filled with shouting
Happy bursts of hopeful noise
Affection that refuses to remain silent
May we dance

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The End

We finally made it to the last and final call
I couldn’t have guessed how little we’d fall

Jumping from friends to a little bit more
But keeping our distance just as before

The signs seemed sure; an obvious match
But try as we might the lock would never quite latch

But each word was kind and the landing was soft
Respect winning out, holding friendship aloft

Final Rose

Trapped beneath society

It feels like all you do is lie to me

If we cant say the things we feel 

What of our story stands as real

Interest left in vague conversation

Anxious thoughts destroy elation 

I let you in but the hinge swings close

The game comes to an end I hold the rose

But here it stays tight in hand drawn near my heart

Watching fear of stage steal your starring part

Here

Heading out to distant shore
Or holding fast to time worn moor

The push and pull to run or stay
Letting whims rule the day

Driving out and rushing home
Wondering if all my life Ill roam

Searching onward for the way
To future joy in love and play

But with each try I start to see
To reach my goal I must start with me

Looking around, above, below, behind
Its in THIS moment my life ill find

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