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“IN HER WOMB”

This is a poem I wrote for my Mom on Mother’s Day…

Song:

  • During those nine months in total darkness,

    Your voice told me it was okay.

    That even if I couldn’t see you, you were with me.

  • And when it was time to see the light, we parted,

    but the tie that binds us remained long after the cord was cut.

    Nothing, not even distance, can separate us.

  • For in my world,

    before there was even music –

    there was YOUR VOICE.

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    GARGLE

    A poem I wrote about one-night stand…

    Gargle
    Feb. 15, 2008 (Fri)

    Early morning

    The morning after
    A one night stand
    How does one feel?
    This is the real deal

    Random scenes
    In playback mode
    A lure to remember
    Last night’s philander

    Guilty as hell
    Bent on anger
    A life wasted
    A heart cheated

    Mirror, mirror
    Look me in the eye
    Am I the fairest still?
    Sure you can see, but can you feel?

    Rock-a-bye
    Put guilt back to sleep
    That was one night only
    That was one night only

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