grace mariner Poems

When I am old I plan to live in a trailer full of cats.
I'll talk cat talk and walk cat walk
and dream of birds and rats.
I'll eat cat tuna and meow at the moona
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Oh dear readers.
Please accept my apologies for my crude and uncivilized tongue...
(I am allowed to use the word tongue aren't I, not quite sure) .
I care not to offend or upset the delicate balance of your universe by my expression of thought and feeling, as rudimentary or primal as they be..
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What spell could be cast to take us back in time?
Where is the genius who has conquered time travel when we need him,
or her, most?
To what deity must I pledge my service to who can bring
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Your baritone swirls through my senses.
Rich like swirls of chocolate falling from the spoon to my waiting tongue.
Visions of glittering golden whirlpools in the afternoon sun, eye candy to my ears.
Timbre, plush and warm envelops.
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Why can't I live in the moment?
I keep searching for emotion that is profound in trivialities.
I read ahead or fall behind, either way missing the meaning.
My shore lays exposed, easily ravaged by the yawning sea,
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I am a dinosaur on display,
See how ridiculous I act?
I am expressing sounds unheard in this arena.
Expectations of excellence? Wtf?
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Tonight we dance among the scattered leaves.
Their colorful cloaks enchant the eye, the richness
of their crackle and crunch delights the ear.
Harvests end has arrived!
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One more hour with you. One more moment in time to smell your skin,
to hear your heartbeat in my ear.
Lay with me again giant!
I want to taste your kiss, feel your skin on mine, be
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We carry our dead upon our backs.
Old skins protecting us from the new.
These talisman provide us no magic, no fortune.
All grief and sadness, they are
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Memories ramble across the tracks of my mind.
Certain touches,
words,
kisses.
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