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Sunshine comes in many forms.
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That which comes up in the morning
and goes down at night.
And little girls who
are Momma's De-light.
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She rises in the morning
sometimes cloudy,
sometimes bright,
but always Momma's De-light.
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Sometimes she rains tears
torrential they may pour
but comforted by the voice
of the One who loves her so.
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Sometimes she shines bright
the warmth of hugs and smiles.
Love overflowing in the heart,
it's all Momma's De-light.
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Love is forever and always
whether its stormy or bright.
Love covers all situations
For all is Momma's De-light.
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Sunshine's  Eyes and Smiles
Light up the world around her.
Creating more smiles in their eyes
when first they did find her
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When Momma's day is gloomy
Sunshine arrives with much to say
with happy stories, hugs and smiles
to brighten up the cloudiest day.
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When Sunshine goes to bed
it usually can be said
Sunshine's eyes cease to gleam
when energy's gone, time to dream.
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Eyes close and all is well
in Sunshine Land I do tell.
Momma's De-light in peaceful sleep
The day is over, it will keep.
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She is after all
Momma's Sunshine.

02-11-15 (c)
John Stevens
Originally written for Grandma
Changed for my daughter
And granddaughter.
 Dec 2015 Joe Adomavicia
PJ Poesy
Living your life as if every moment is under surveillance is simple, once you get over your inhibitions, and realize all naked naughtiness is apt to be recorded. The constant living under a microscope intrusion of our world now hell bent on applying cameras and recording devices in and under every crevice is and has been inevitable. It is the ultimate in God complex, the all seeing eye, as we have it. Yet, who is to ultimately gain from this perverse voyeuristic applied science? Why, the creators of the applications, of course. For they see all, and know all, and you have submitted to this power and have even been convinced to pay for it. What do you surrender in return for your turn to play God? Why, everything you think no one sees or hears, may be and likely is broadcast on some larger network. They're laughing at you behind your back as you pay them more for the security you seek, ever developing more complex ways to stare you down. It's a "vicious cycle," as they say, and in this world it's pay, pay, pay.
I often feel your eyes.
 Dec 2015 Joe Adomavicia
mike dm
start
wars,
we should not
 Dec 2015 Joe Adomavicia
chimaera
[explicit; or whatever]*

I found her there,
in between the red maple trees,
her hand gently disturbing
the water and the frogs
in the darkness of the pound.

I saw her there,
a sun beam in her hair,
the chill awakening her *******,
her hands concealing her ******,
her eyes watering me, arose.

I left her there,
upon a bed of red leaves,
her thighs embracing her warmness,
her breath softly paced down,
her taste in my tongue, watered still.
12.11.2015
 Dec 2015 Joe Adomavicia
Monika
Of all the things that seem difficult
Loving you has been the hardest
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