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Delilah Miller Poems
So good to be home and out of the heat. All those excess people reminded I'm alone as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
A Man's Love
A poetess can be wasteful when it comes to love. She'll wade and wallow through the waterfalls below and above. She'll sip big for ability's sake and swallow.
I am a sidewalk that cannot handle another footstep; A bone that is too weak to be broken because it halted growth and from motion is kept. And I'm the game machine spitting out tokens.
Ant Farm life won't make you happy
Over the short years, we've fired comments at each other that were like deadly darts in the skin of some clever animal,
He has an appetite sweet to satisfy. But he's so distant and curt, with painful goodbyes.
7 Deadly Pink Roses
We had this priest come and talk to us on the feast day of St. Joseph and so strangely he mentioned a girl would know the right guy because he'd be willing to sacrifice his dreams for hers and for God's. Not only am I not a god, requiring sacrifice, but my dreams so often don't follow the path I imagine God would dream of. I suppose, at one point, it's Him or me. Seven deadly pink roses waiting on my windowsill;
A Lighter Shade
To all my conquests, past, present and future. My coffee cup's a lighter shade of blue this morning.
If that phone rings across the other line, just one more time, I don't know how much longer I can keep my mind. Because you're not going to pick up,
Love Lessons Learned in Chemistry
Chemistry class, block two consists of electrons, Mendeleev's table and a few beakers. The room is surrounded, right across the hall are the religion class and the student speakers.
Alive and Subtle
When is that last glimmering ray of sunlight shining in to illuminate that last corner? When is that last piece that actually fits right falling into place, the puzzle-joiner?
A smile on a glowing face. How many people have felt content and never said a word out loud? How many of us tell the world our malcontent
A Child Born
My body is weak and unprepared. A baby feeding off me? Will I survive the gluttony and vanity? So I flood myself
Another girl, but I can't complain
Have you ever seen the sky, when it's gourging with love that clouds cover it and the stars
For new possibilities new people, new places, there must be a new age.
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So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
So good to be mild
and not full of heat.
All those old buildings reminded I'm only a child
as I explored the ancient Chicago streets.
So good to be recognized
and not sweating in the heat.
All those dollars spent reminded me of the love I'm still denied.
as I explored the poor Chicago streets.
So good to be back from running away
and back from the heavy, humid heat.
All of the luggage and vacations reminded me ...