Untouchable

As untouchable as the bluest sky.

As far away as the stars at night.

But, I sense you with the flutter of a butterfly…

Flying by me in the morning light.

As untouchable as the moon glistening...

On the stillness of a tranquil lake.

But, I hear you when I’m listening…

To the subtle sounds when I’m awake.

As untouchable as the suns bright glare…

Warming the beaches golden sand.

But, I feel you beside me there,

As the sand trickles from my hand.

Untouchable for my remaining existence…

Until our hearts meet again one day.

I know you will be waiting there in the distance.

Untouchable… but helping me find my way.

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Tiny Bird

Pounding the sidewalk to do my shopping,

Today in the cold drizzling rain and on my phone.

I hardly noticed a tiny bird on the sidewalk,

Frantically looking around scared and alone.

I popped into the store for a couple of things.

I came out expecting him to be long gone.

My eyes scanned the shopping center,

For a shrub, tree, or the tiniest strip of lawn.

I scooped him up in my cradled hands,

Loving how soft and fragile he was to the touch.

I prayed he wouldn’t try to fly and fall with his

Hurt wing, but he didn’t flap his wings very much.

I carried him around the corner where I noticed,

Several large potted plants outside a sandwich shop.

Laying him in the dirt amongst green plants he seemed content.

And my heart was filled with joy for having made that stop.

My birthday wish is for the tiny bird to heal and fly.

—Soaring high into the clear blue skies.

This happened on my birthday today. I’ve never held a bird,

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I am a native Houstonian.

Home after two weeks of exploring

my own State.

I thought my state’s rough terrain

was navigating in and out of traffic,

climbing highway overpasses.

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The Grand Dame of Vampire Valley

The grand dame of Vampire Valley.

1313 Bleeding Lane, Eerie, Maine.

Date Listed: October 13, 2013.

Status| Screaming for a buyer to drive insane.

Thirteen hauntingly beautiful rooms to be,

reminiscently restored to their former glory.

Full disclosure… there were thirteen bodies,

exhumed from the walls. — Spirits will tell you their gory story.

Listed on the haunted historical registry.

Spooky showings by appointment only.

Call: 800- ghostly (800-446-7859)

Summoning all to call… please hurry the spirits are so lonely.

This is a drop-dead grisly fixer-upper.

Circa 1813; Contact Youngblood Real Estate.

Listing Agent: Hannah Horror.

Call now… the walls are waiting for a bloodcurdling update.

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Harlequin Headaches

Breaking in this biz sure isn’t easy.

All the mystery of magic has been...

—Well, there’s no big illusion here.

The most famous —have always been men.

Listen up… my magical sisters.

I plan to break this gender hurdle.

Even if I keep getting harlequin headaches,

From this darn cat and extremely tight girdle.

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The Tornado

                                                   Like a rapidly rotating tornado, the boy,

                                                      twirls on the ground kicking up dirt.

                                                           His imagination is completely

                                                               lost in the cumulonimbus

                                                                   war clouds. Wildly

                                                                    twisting beheading,

                                                                         the lilies, with

                                                                               the swirling

                                                                                  debris of a

                                                                                      plastic

                                                                                        sword.

         

                                                               Not even a grandmothers voice can

                                                                   penetrate, the tornados deep

                                                                    rumbling roaring noise. Finally

                                                                         the warm air that fed the

                                                                           tornado cools down          

                                                                             from cooler surface

                                                                                winds, and filled

                                                                                  the funnel with

                                                                                     Kool-Aid air

                                                                                      and cookie                                 

                                                                                       clouds. The

                                                                                          twisters

                                                                                             gone.

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Serendipity

Young lovers touch under an azure sky.

They close their eyes to sleep.

Awaken to reflections in the lucid stream.

—They see a love so deep.

Serendipity led them on a gravel path,

To a paradise, they’d never seen before.

Life ultimately led them on separate paths.

—They had much more to explore.

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