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L B Dec 2018
Flowers by a dumster
  Dec 2018 L B
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.
12/17/18
  Dec 2018 L B
Dennis Willis
censored by HP
  Dec 2018 L B
Eric W
I long for you in the way the night
struggles to envelop the Earth daily,
in the ways in which I fear
my words will never be enough
for your crystalline heart.
I want to fall like raindrops
into your hair on Sunday morning,
when it is time for me to go,
and there are clouds in your eyes.
I have prayed for you eternally;
hold me close and I'll wrap you
into me as the daylight fades to dark.
Let us never know another lonesome night,
not until we are old and frail
and content with the life we have lived.
I know it's asking a lot, but it's worth striving for.
  Dec 2018 L B
MissingKid
Sometimes when I'm feeling sad, and all I need is you,
you sit softly and gently put you head upon my knee,
Some nights when my heart aches,
and I'm worn out by the tears I weep,
you quietly lie by my bed,
and guard me while I sleep.
Somewhere far beyond this place,
a land where all run free,
You calmly watching me over me,
and waiting patiently.
Someday when the time is right,
my voice will call to you,
and you'll come running like the wind,
and someday I'll wait and see.
This is to my dog Girly, who recently had to be put down to end her pain.
I love you so much girly, thank you for the best 15 years you have been in my life.
  Dec 2018 L B
Donall Dempsey
SCATTERED DREAMS

Whenever I fell
asleep

my father came
& cupped me in his hands

carried me to bed
as if I were as precious

as water
in a hot dry land


or draped like discarded clothing
on a couch...in a garden


on a bench or a beach
I would be gathered up


& awake to find myself
back in the safety of my own bed.


And I would have thought
I had flown


or being magically
transported by a spell


but it was only the ordinary
magic of my father


cradling me in his arms
gathering up the littlest


of my scattered dreams
stroking my hair

& tip-toeing backwards
out of the room

his voice
full of tenderness


casting a spell
“Good night son...goodnight...goodnight.”
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