Mildred KeelWilliams Poems

Swimming in life’s cesspool trying to not eat of the filth that surrounds me
the waters are murky brown green algae like.
The swimmers are dead dark souls
and I am treading water, trying to keep my head from submerging.
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If you allow yourself
to be captured by a stallion,
don't expect him
not to be a night mare.
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You are like a potato,
you show marks of growth
under your skin.
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Wet caterpillars
rain dropped from soil
Meandering about
trying to find peace
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