LOOP ME IN

When adversity knock at your door,

Loop me in

When all hope is lost,

Loop me in

When afflictions set in,

Loop me in

For I am that I am

Says the Lord of host.

 

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MEDDLE

You meddle,

interfere

in my affairs

as if they were yours

and you were me – Ms. Rona C. Catubig

 

A borrowed poem, kindly be aligned. Author recognized in the poem.

 

Meddle

RETRIEVED

I wish I could retrieve the love I once disowned

The art of longing over surcharged feelings

Which has since long been omitted

May time give us a second chance for love’s sake

 

Relieved

 

CRISP

Crisp November

I enjoyed the hush as I trudge through Woods Avenue

To see tiny palms on frozen pavements

 

Soft flake frost blend the dark of night

Miniature stars sparkle with sharp brightness

Awesome breeze, I said to myself

 

Crisp up

December will soon twigs the rushing heat

Where stitch blankets will matter no more

Crisp

POLISH

I don’t know about you,

but I admire women with red polished lipstick;

whose thick lips split seams

and take no for seductiveness

Yet awaits impossibilities

Ah, such lips can go uninsured with a misfit glance

This is a tenacious truth about polished red lips

red lips

Polish