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A month of Sundays intrudes darkly
upon a beautiful soft new Spring.
Casting the shadows of confusion,
growing hope for what Summer may bring.



© Pagan Paul (06/04/20)
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 May 2020 Anne Shirley-Darcy
Sky
Frown upon my withered heart!
and wipe away my tears.
Catch the nightmares, catch my dreams,
ensnare my childish fears.

Protect me, Catcher, put me down
and watch me sleep to-day.
the worries they encase me,
my dream’s the price I pay.

The morning comes unfiltered
the cycle is broken for now
Oh Catcher! my Catcher!
My faithful night snatcher!
Laid a kiss on my wavering brow.
I love my dreamcatcher
All is to be done
with dependence on none,
To love and support you
have no-one else but you

O you expect a lot
there's futility in thoughts of that sort,
You may help many but
do not expect in return a penny

It's all in the mind
just keep motivating from inside,
Don't wait for others to help as
none can help you the way you can do

~ S.G
21st April, 2020
'Cause even the force of the Universe helps only those who help themselves.
A dry leaf fall..
The wind blew it away...
So far, it flies..
Carrying wounds that she holds...
Leaving the twig in silence...
May God always protect all human on earth
Love is a cloud
Roaming the sky of dreams
When it rains
Originates flowers of passion
Driven by solar carriage
Fueled by Moon's grace.

No climate can stop the season
Take it easy and enjoy the breeze
The stimulating drizzle
Validating your rhythm.
As her words grab my heart with each and every message or poem I read,
It truly saddens me to be so far in distance, I can't offer her what she may need.
Never have I layed my eyes upon her, I can only Invision her beauty by her poems and words of wisdom.
Her soul sweet as the blooming flowers and heart as pure as gold.
It's as if her soul is that no less than angelic as she has touched many on this site and more.
What saddens me is soon she will no longer be with us as her illness is growing worse day by day,
My Dearest Kim Johanna Baker, there will be a sadness and void on this site and in my heart the day the Lord takes you away.
I hope that she may see this before it's her time to go, for when the other angels come for her I want for her to know.
The impact her sweet soul has left for all of us here on HP, some more than others , some of you like me.
So if you would or care to join me in my dedication to a very loving soul that makes this site so pleasurable, feel free to leave a comment below.
We love you our dear friend , our dear friend Kim!
Please feel free to repost this for the ones I don't know
Never met this wonderful lady but she has touched me and my life so dearly. Kim Johanna Baker
A few months I haven't called him

At the beck and call at any hour
And the shortest notice
A dial to him has saved many an emergency

Last night a broken female voice
On the other side of the wire
Mumbled he died on May 13

Left her with three daughters
At forty at short notice

The plumber is dead

Now who would clear
My choked wash basin

The plumber is dead
And I've no other number to call

I couldn't see her face
Gauge the faceless sorrow
At the other side of the wire

The plumber is dead

I must find another
And then rejoice
Forgetting the widow's choked voice
I have a skyline of emotion-
A silhouetted city.
It’s all dark- all shapes as you
Look in.
Ups and downs, and you can’t tell
Anything apart.
Different heights and different lows-
All starting from the ground up.
It’s dark as you look in-
Look in at the silhouetted city.

But looking out,
Oh goodness that’s different.
Always looking out from the highest roof tops or the lowest of basements.
You see the colors the sun casts.
Spread over the water or over the streets,
Over the souls.
You can’t see the other buildings as you look
out
It’s where you are- looking out at the colors
Staring as it sparkles and shines-
You don’t see the darkness that you stand in-
You don’t see the whole picture.
You see only what lies outside of that window.
I have a skyline of emotion, a silhouetted city,
Looking in.
But looking out
I have a spectrum of colors,
An array of different heights,
An array of different feelings.
Looking out-
That’s all that matters.
 May 2020 Anne Shirley-Darcy
LULU
My feet are pretty big
Size 6 or 7 to be exact
It takes me everywhere
Therefore it has callouses on the bottom of my feet like rough leather
I love my feet for they're the most magical part of my life
It takes me everywhere
Makes me run and hide
It makes me leap and jump in the air like a flying bird
That's why I care for my feet
A splash of feet oil or feet lotion or whatever you call it
It makes my feet light and soft like a baby's skin
If you want to know what brand I use help yourselves
Text me.
In conclusion
Ahem
My feet are great
Feat. My Feet
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