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Some people are patrons
Of fast food and fries
And some folks are patrons
Of drama and spies

We choose with our dollars
And your choice is fine
I simply invite you...
Be a patron of mine

Just one dollar monthly
Will help us achieve
The spreading of truth
To help all receive

Each poem that is read
Shares comfort and light
Thoughts of Prosperity
Sparks in dark night

So tap on the button
One dollar is fine
My thanks flow right back
To those patrons of mine
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This poem tells how we are all patrons of something.  We are patrons of whatever we spend our time and money on, and I so enjoy the great variety of interests in this wide world of people!  I'm always amazed when I find out about a new activity that millions of people are involved in, and I had never heard of it.  It's a big world.
Sydney Feb 2020
I wish I was her
You laugh with her
You talk to her
You hold her
You kiss her
Why can't I be her
Why choose her
Am I not good enough
        Pretty enough
        **** enough
She’s your lover-
I’m your friend
But I’ll never be her
You won’t like me-
Like you like her
I’m not her-
You want her
Iggy Chuck Jan 2020
You are my best mistake
and if I could go back in time
I’d still choose you.

All was wrong
but felt so right,

following you down,
struggling to lift you up.

I’d make the same mistake
all over again

over anything,
over anyone,

I'd always choose you.
unsent love letter to a reckless lover
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
The hardest part of living
Having to face the past each day
No matter where I look here it's there
Impossible to get away

This town teems with memories
Of our favorite places
Plagued by overflowing mental holograms
Ghosts we left as traces

I cannot forget the laughter
Nights stayed up too late
Who knew all was wasted?
Happiness was not our fate

These roads we have walked a thousand times
Striding arm-in-arm or hand-in-hand
Traveling them alone is a concept I hate
Grown to understand

It was yesterday it seems
Hand was free from chains
Regret imprisons my body and mind
Eternally haunted by what remains

Lost the comfort of a monotonous routine
Contradictory emotions I thinly hide
Was naive to believe all the walls I put up
Shut out but not shut me inside

The war between fear and hope
A battle I fight every day
Out of shape
Out of breath from sparring
Pretend I am okay

But know my "Fine" is only a facade
I will cry when I'm alone
Convincing myself pain will one day end
How can it end if I'm doing it on my own?

And if I did ask for help
Choose to send an SOS
There is no guarantee for an easier life
I would just be bringing somebody more stress

So bear the explosions as best as I can
My frozen soul I long to surrender
With an army of regrets I strive to forget
Must be losing-because I still remember
This is sad but true
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