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All these poems
My mind in turmoil
Yearning
Seeking rest

Snow today
My feet are cold
Loneliness
Qualyxian Quest

        do my best
Clutching my chest
I can’t breath
I can’t see
I can’t be
Me
If I raised, you well?
I done my job.
It's not about being perfect.
Life with kids doesn't work that way.

If major trouble you avoided?
Then I have done my job.
Respect and manners being installed with love.
For others to see.

Then again, I have done my job.
Yes, even parents get things wrong.

If one ouch of faith?
I have placed in your life.
Then I have served my purpose.

If I can honestly say, I'm proud of you.
Then I have done my job.

Someone you can come to say I am proud of you dad and mom.
Today
is in context
Tomorrow
is not

The moment
held captive
The future
uncaught

To be
unbegotten
No birth
and no death

The present
resplendent
No last
— dying breath

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
on dotty days lost in
a billowing haze of crimson
lingerie and perfume merry-go-
rounds that lifted us up

in sweet anisette but were
dropped to the ground like
a smoking cigarette. The fickle sky
painted orange didn't

blossom. It turned into
marmalade hurling its seeds
on our show parade. Burning
a hole in the horizon

that plundered our dreams
and covered our eyes in
shards of irascible men that died
at sunrise from the ink of a pen.
 Jan 19 Jeremy Betts
Khoisan
Stallion proposals
do like Don Quixote would
send her twelve roses
The age of Chivalry religious moral
and social integrity.
Is it possible to reinvent the wheel
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Hide but not seek
look
and don't peek,
some things we put away
and when that rainy day comes
we bring out the umbrella.
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