Half Past

Rookie (08-07-1975 / Kansas)

Half Past Poems

1. She Whispers 3/26/2010
2. She Cries Out 3/26/2010
3. Scents 3/26/2010
4. One Last Goodbye 3/26/2010
5. On Wings I Fly 3/26/2010
6. O 3/26/2010
7. My Morning Gift 3/26/2010
8. Magician 3/26/2010
9. Lucidity 3/26/2010
10. Left Unsaid 3/26/2010
11. Landscape 3/26/2010
12. Kicking Stones 3/26/2010
13. It's Not What Other People Say That Worries Me 3/26/2010
14. I Won'T Move 3/26/2010
15. I Witnessed Her At Her Weakest 3/26/2010
16. I Should Be Asleep 3/26/2010
17. I Broke The Water 3/26/2010
18. He Wore It Well 3/26/2010
19. Greedy Man 3/26/2010
20. From The Ashes 3/26/2010
21. Friend Of A Friend 3/26/2010
22. Eight Angles Into Nothingness 3/26/2010
23. Dream Catcher 3/26/2010
24. Constellations 3/26/2010
25. Clothes And Armor 3/26/2010
26. A Sunday Drive 3/26/2010
27. A Pill To Fix It 3/26/2010
28. A Finger To Fill The Hole 3/26/2010
29. I Despise You Deeply 8/4/2010
30. Asian Delight 8/4/2010
31. Valentine's Day Gifts 10/12/2010
32. Where Was My Soft Place 3/26/2010
33. Shell 3/26/2010
34. Wistful Wishes 3/26/2010
35. Women 3/26/2010
36. Soft And Pliable 3/26/2010
37. The Knees Of An Invisible Queen 3/26/2010
38. The Only Way 10/12/2010
39. The Fury Of Yon Furball 10/12/2010
40. Prayer 10/12/2010

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Their Hands Held Firm

many years they walked hand in hand

they stood strong side by side

leaning on one another when times were hard

their hands were soft and smooth when they started their journey

their bodies were upright and solid

they walked with vigor and energy through life

always their hands were bonded

years would pass and hardships would beckon

one would lift as the other slowly fell

one would pull as the other lagged behind

one would caress when the other felt hurt

always their hands would call out to each other

through ...

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Shell

Broken yokes and egg whites
cracked open and oozing forth
the sip sizzle and searing
as they plummet into pan
stirred with the remnants of the last dish
immersed and melding in milk and butter
imperceptably the last drops drip away
left with just the shell in hand
the insides empty

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