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Poems
Michelle Renee Milford Feb 2015
Hidden Battle
Michelle Renee Milford
Feb 2015
He woke this morning
Another night of her dreams
He glanced into the mirror
She’s not real it seems
Society unknowingly accepts
The image presented
Unaware of the damage
Being self-inflicted
He hides her for fear of rejection
She battles for her reflection.
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Michelle Renee Milford
Nov. 2014
Another night of her dreams
He glanced into the mirror
She’s not real it seems
Society unknowingly accepts
The image presented
Unaware of the damage
Being self-inflicted
He hides her for fear of rejection
She battles for her reflection.
______
Michelle Renee Milford
Nov. 2014
I was blessed to have this poem chosen by T.E.N.T. (Transgender Education Network Texas) for the Austin, Texas 2014 Transgender Day of Remembrance ceremony at City Hall. :) :) :)
Joe Wilson Sep 2014
A Windy Day by the Sea…
Joe Wilson
Sep 2014
Walking along on the shingle spit
At Keyhaven near to Milford on Sea
You can almost touch the Isle of Wight
Less than a mile away o'er the lea.
Crab-fishing next at Mudeford Quay
With Lizzie and Sam on the nets
When off flies my hat which then lands in the sea
Chase is given but I’m taking no bets.
Later, me new-hatted, we sit by a pub
Enjoying our lunch and a chat
And we laugh at the turn of events in the day
Particularly at the flight of my hat.
Wearily later to our lodgings we go
Chicken Cacciatore for dinner, by me
We then all collapse and nod off to sleep
This just always will happen by the sea.
©Joe Wilson – A Windy Day by the Sea…2014
At Keyhaven near to Milford on Sea
You can almost touch the Isle of Wight
Less than a mile away o'er the lea.
Crab-fishing next at Mudeford Quay
With Lizzie and Sam on the nets
When off flies my hat which then lands in the sea
Chase is given but I’m taking no bets.
Later, me new-hatted, we sit by a pub
Enjoying our lunch and a chat
And we laugh at the turn of events in the day
Particularly at the flight of my hat.
Wearily later to our lodgings we go
Chicken Cacciatore for dinner, by me
We then all collapse and nod off to sleep
This just always will happen by the sea.
©Joe Wilson – A Windy Day by the Sea…2014