the Sad Cafe

House of Heart

In a  sad cafe  poems die.

we sit near a window,

watch lovers vanish into scenarios

where we promise to meet them.

Still, we  remain here

cutting our ink into impassive tables

holding on to  faded lovers.

Secrets speak over absinthe and

cigarettes, tinkling spoons, and lusty moans,

those trespassers of life we cling too.

When the smoke clears we will spend

our  hours writing to ourselves.

Man lighting Cigarette II

art by Fabian Perez

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Chorus Line

L.T. Garvin

When the girls come out

In red fishnet stockings

A motley drill team

Of mismatched legs

The curtain call

Brings forth their dim-lit days

In a room painted black

Three high kicks

One forced curtsy

The stage unfolds

Under theater lights

Playbill perfection

From February frost

To searing melted nights

Working girls in tights

Another season begins

In candy apple madness

Dancing girls all in a row

Ready…….  go!

Spotlights burn down upon

Their undulating steps

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Right Behind You

Peacock Poetry

I often have an almost physical sense that my Dad is right behind me. Perhaps this is wishful thinking, who knows or cares, the main thing is that I get strength and inspiration from his energy. The faith that my Dad had in me is essentially what gives me the courage to share my creativity openly and wholeheartedly. Who or what inspires you?

Channel

No matter where I venture

Upon this road called life

Each step of my adventure

In triumph and in strife

Behind me there’s a beacon

Which guides me to The Good

When my resolve is weakened

I still feel understood

You witness me evolving

Compel me to expand

Your love keeps on revolving

Your heart writes through my hands

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The Most Beautiful Love Song ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

There is a love song,
more beautiful than any other
lyrics so glorious
you will get lost in all its wonder.

The melody is soothing,
all your fears it will calm
to your soul it will be . . .
just like a healing balm.

It is a song sung,
with joy and gladness
over hearts awakening
from spiritual blindness.

The tune is gentle,
the rhythm is easy . . .
the message is offered
to everyone freely.

There is a joyous love song,
Jesus sings from above . .
whenever someone accepts
His life-saving love!

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Zephaniah 3:17

“The Lord thy God in the midst
of thee is mighty; he will save,
he will rejoice over thee with joy;
he will rest in his love,
he will joy over thee with singing.”

Matthew 11:28

“Come unto me,
all ye that labour
and are heavy laden,
and I will give…

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General Yamashita – conclusion

Pacific Paratrooper

????????????????? General Tomoyuki Yamashita as he led his staff officers of the 14th Area Army to surrender, 2 Sept. 1945. He did not believe in hara-kiri. He said, “If I kill myself, someone else will have to take the blame.”

One of the most monumental surrenders in the Pacific War was General Tomoyuki Yamashita. He had joined the Japanese Army in 1906 and fought the Germans in China in 1914, graduated Staff College in 1916 and began a military attaché in Switzerland as an expert on Germany, where he was to meet Tojo Hideki.

Tojo soon became very envious of the success and advancements Yamashita was achieving. This was especially true after the campaign in Malaya and bluffing the British into surrendering to his inferior forces in Singapore. Tojo used his influence to have Yamashita transferred to Manchuria before he could even announce his win to the Emperor. The general was…

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Valentines, Cupid, Judge Judy, and A Poem.

Everything I Never Told You

Oh and flowers, candy, kittens, and the newest Kindle. Reading is fundamental. 😍Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful ones. Don’t you roll your eyes at me! 😜 Whether you’re single or in a committed relationship, today can be a wonderful time not only to celebrate the love of your life, but also the love IN your life. Love is beautiful in all its forms.You might also want to remember how truly special you are. Shoot yourself with a bow of self love, not literally of course. “But your honor, she told me too” 😙

Before this turns into Judge Judy, here’s a new poem of mine. But first Tucker has a message for you all.​

​Wishing you all the love that you can handle, and chocolate too.❤️


Sometimes love finds us
where there’s history,
in a tapestry that refuses
to be worn away.
Proving that nothing truly
loved is forgotten.
Here…

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Stone Casting

Peacock Poetry

The energy that we emit in this world is most certainly infectious. We cannot choose what happens to us but we can certainly choose which energy we wish to come from as we face our circumstances. Our energy is our most authentic message to the world. What ripples are you sending?

Ripple Effect

I cast a stone into a pond

The ripples started growing

My circles reaching far beyond

My message starting flowing

The circles cast spread wide and fast

Ran rings around each other

The impact of my throw would last

forever, I’d discover

A simple stone to me had shown

what I project is catching

My energy can set the tone

A new door was unlatching

Photo : http://awakenedwarriors.com/pebble-in-the-pond/

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