Lorene Kinsey Poems

Two hands on the rods and it is like old times, only less naive.
Just a game and a group of people that came with it-
chose to protect his playtime over his life, his old friends
over his girlfriend, child, new wife.
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Keep painting to mask
The battle wounds, left upon my face
Not let them see the warrior wear
Disappointment, disgust, disgrace.
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Ten hours of boredom,
Coffee, solid attempts at staying awake,
Dread the dreary sound of his voice
Reverberating off the walls,
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He told me it’d get easier
to see him on his way,
but sorrow is no friend of mine
I know he just can’t stay.
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“Look at my garden, ”
he insisted.
Peppers, lilies (my favorite)
and tomatoes (the greatest)
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Beautiful lover, oh passionate one,
Oh, how I miss your love.
The way we kissed, and laughed and played.
Oh how I miss your caress and your ways.
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I saw my mother die, when daddy walked away.
With the shutting of the door, her heart was broken forevermore.
I saw her cry all day and night, I heard her sob in the dark,
There was nothing I could do to help and no way for me to forgive.
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My little girl sleeps, as I did,
when I was a little girl.
Her tiny hands balled into her chest,
with the side of her face
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You ask if there is any way we could ever try again,
But two years of starting over finally brought me to my end.
My suffering and guilt, questions and anger,
have just died to my amazement.
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Remember the day
when you longed to hear,
that one special word
so precious, so dear?
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