Illegal Love Of 1947


I sit in my cell,
Thinking about my sin,
Wondering what I have done,
Thinking about him,
I sit on my own.
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I stand by the window,
Thinking what is love really,
Wondering what could have been done,
Thinking what is reality,
I stand by myself.
***
I love a man,
Thinking what is wrong,
Wondering what society has done,
Thinking why love is gone,
I love on my own.

PeskyPoetry: An Anthology


Whisper


There’s a whisper under my bed,
Right beneath where I lay my head,
It talks to me as I sleep,
And whispers things when I wake.
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There’s a whisper silent and still,
Right now talking within my skull,
It gives me ideas to write,
And helps me share for you to read.
***
There’s a whisper inside of me,
Right where no one can see,
It speaks with my tongue,
And writes for me in my hand.
***
There’s a whisper on this page,
Right in these lines I’ve laid,
It speaks to you,
And was placed by me.

18. Present For You


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
There’s something under the tree,
Just for you.
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Tulips are black,
Pansies are blue,
Christmas is nothing,
When I’m not with you.