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stillhuman Mar 2021
I got mad at you
for not remembering my birthday
though your head was full of thoughts
of bills and bitter family issues
and I knew

Half-way through
I realised I wasn't angry
and I stopped talking
because I wasn't mad at you
I was mad at myself
Jealousy was tearing my mind to pieces
and was yelling at me "He never forgets her"
"Guess you aren't that important"
"Finally, you notice how little time
you spend on his mind"
And I got silent
even though I knew
you would worry that I was mad
and i knew

Today you brought me pastries
and made me blow out candles
made me feel loved
happy
not so much alone
But then again
I knew
how you care
how you love
how you're there
even when you aren't

And I knew then
and I know now
that I am happy
just being your friend
'Cause I've never loved someone as much as I love you
To be alive is such a miracle
Even the smallest act of caring
Just a smile you are sharing
Can do so much repairing
It has the potential to bring someone from the ground
And turn their life around
~24/3/21
Smiles can go a long way
What is the definition of true love today,
You hear about so many searching, for it, many ways,
To be true, you would have no restrictions,
As in race, age, wealth, or trying to get others involved,
To change, their actions, how they live, and dress, each day.
It would just be special emotions, loving,
A wonderful feeling, like caring parents,
Seeing their new baby, on it’s very first day.
Working on each - others good qualities, no negative
Thoughts, about the other person, in their mind.
You have to meet in person, any one, can put a picture,
With a story on line.
Like shopping for groceries, go out and squeeze some
Lemmon’s, for if you wait, and keep talking to long,
You may miss out, and run out of time.

Tom Maxwell ® 3/12/21/AD 12:30 PM
stillhuman Mar 2021
That's why I'm here
I'm here for you
to hide in fantasies
in your living room
We don't live in a perfect world, but I'll still be by your side when you come back to it
Warren C Mar 2021
No One can see the tears in my eyes
For I wear dark glasses
No One knows my true demise
For I feel my life is blowing ashes

The driver behind me did not pay attention
I doubt he thought how it would forever change my life
The driver what was his intention
I doubt he considered how it would wound my wife

The headaches are pounding drums in my head
The earaches screech like fingernails on a chalk board
But maybe enough is said
I will pray to the Lord

For he will never understand
He will never see me covered in *****
For he might believe he never really had a hand
He will never see the pain as I hide in my closet
In January 2021 I was in a car accident, I did not cause it or plan t, but my life is damaged just as my body and head is..
We people
live alongside each other
Without really knowing
how very very vulnerable
we are...... that’s why
Let’s make a sweet gesture
towards one another
Let’s mean something more
then just passengers passing by

Shell✨🐚
We must be there for each other!!
Nowadays it’s more everybody for themselves leaving many isolated and lonely!!
So Many beautiful poems,
About love today, Receiving,
Giving, sharing, wishing,
Along with tears, for those,
Hearts, that were broken,
Some way.

Everyone, falls in love,
Numerous, reasons, and ways,
As you walk the path, of rose’s
Always make sure, your sharing,
An honest reflection, of yourself,
If you want, the love in your life, to stay.


Tom Maxwell©
02/24/2021 AD
1:15AM
We never totally appreciate, or seek,
What is truly important, in life, this time,
A special connection, with someone,
A person who cares,  
Always craving, to be around you,
Not just in words, in actions, their life,
Sharing, showing, daily, positive signs.
A person who want’s you, for you,
Someone you think of, that makes your eyes shine,
You both enjoy, giving and receiving,
Together, always floating, so high.
I will hold that dream, of a special lady,
Wanting to bring it to reality, outside.
After my mom passed fifteen months ago,
I lost the last of all, who I truly loved, or did me,
I would cherish, sharing the feelings, for the rest of this life,
Before my soul, sails like a dove, high above the seas.


                                                                                                                                                     Tom Maxwell ©
                                                                                                                                                     11/04/2019 AD
                                                                                                                                                   1:13 PM
Pages of instructions, arrive,
With almost everything,
Except the most important thing,
Human life, Our lives,
Some are honest,
Always honest, trying to keep things right,
Others, like snakes,
Waiting in the dark, to advance with a strike.
Some people will help,
A stranger, bleeding in need,
Then after their scars heal,
They will take advantage of the one who cared,
With acts of personal greed.
We are just creating memories,
As we travel, towards the end, in our own way,
How do you want to be judge?
At the end, on that final day?
                                                                                                                                                                    Tom Maxwell ©
                                                                                                                                                                    4/30/2020 / 10:45 AM
We are reminded of him, this time every year,
On A certain day, not much talk of the reason,
He is remembered, in A special way.

In the third century, an emperor, known as Claudius the cruel,
In those day's, ordered all Romans, to worship twelve God's,
Or their life be taken away.

To be a Christian, and believe in Christ, was A crime,
The of death, did not scare this man, as he was imprisoned,
Waiting for his time.

He taught A jailers, blind daughter to pray, A light,
Shone in the jail, and she could see, the last note, he signed,
From your Valentine, he was killed on February 14th 270 AD,
In his memory, A special day, came to be.


Tom Maxwell copyright 1/23/2006 AD
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