Theresa Haffner Poems

At first love makes you blind,
But in the end it teaches you to see.
What is the meaning of love?
It will not be what you expected.
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Devil may care
What seals my fate.
What others would share
The Devil may take.
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we came home on the dark side of town

we came home to a deserted rubble of half forgotten memories, children’s toys, fenced yards grown heavy with weeds, and a cold wind blowing
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Allen Ginsberg called me long distance from New York..

It woke me from a sound sleep. Groggily I put
the receiver to my ear.
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Oneness.

I know there is a oneness
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Distances.

The L.A. poetry scene is
all about distances.
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In the garden,
I saw you.
You were more beautiful by far.
And I walked with you
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In your eyes
you are yet
forgetful of
your true estate.
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on our way to the city
we encountered the remains of other travelers
whose journeys once traversed our same terrain
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Unto all things give the opposite.
Unto joy give sorrow. To happiness give regret.
Unto laughter give tears. In time of mourning,
rejoice.
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