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Hands

The comfort of a mother’s healing hands,
Hers, to a child, the most appealing hands.

No one can pilfer her attention nor
Claim mommy’s heart like a kid’s stealing hands.

When all hope is lost and your strength is gone,
None console like grandmother’s feeling hands.

A life of wisdom lived without restraint,
Those were great-grandmother’s freewheeling hands.

If your path is clear and life’s light left on,
Thank generations of revealing hands.

 

 

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Feathered Brushstrokes

Feathered
Brushstrokes flutter across the sky,
Traveling on a breeze,
Destination
Unknown.

 

 

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Ascend

Into the shadows cryptic stairs ascend,
Redemption awaits he who dares ascend.

Foreboding seeps in from the underground,
Mere proximity makes ones hairs ascend.

The despondent throw caution to the wind,
They with their errs, cares and despairs ascend.

Trepidation and hope their chaperon,
They clench the railing, whispered prayers ascend.

The gallant are remunerated when,
Into the darkness their nightmares ascend.

 

 

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Blue Spruce Motel

Come stay with us, we’ll take good care.
There’s no reason to stay elsewhere.
Check into the Blue Spruce Motel;
We’re so fond of our clientele.

Once they have entered, so few dare
To ever leave their cozy lair.
They’re helplessly under our spell,
Come stay with us…

Wake up here from your dark nightmare.
We take great joy in your despair.
We’re far off, go ahead and yell,
For no one hears your screams in hell.
We keep the guests that we ensnare.
Come stay with us…

 

 

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Ill-fated Quest

Shadows gobble up the light.
I can’t find my way back home.
In the day it’s dark as night.
Lost in the forest I roam.

I can’t find my way back home.
Panic rises in my chest.
Lost in the forest I roam,
Cursing this ill-fated quest.

Panic rises in my chest.
In the day it’s dark as night.
Cursing this ill-fated quest,
Shadows gobble up the light.

 

 

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