Searching for new words
To describe you
I dream about how they look
Tis like trying them on your body
Yes, sometimes I go there
Hesitant
They’ll need to feel like you
Yes, I go there, too
I choose to believe
My words find my muse
Time and time again
Yet this moment
Zero conformity
None of them suit
Your ability
Your wisdom unending
Contagious thoughts
A Charmer of bees
Holding my attention
Well, it isn’t easy
I drift
I dream
I see
My mind and words
forever spinning
You calm me
Bring me peace
What will I do if you ever leave
Never breathe
Visions of your back to me
I can’t handle
I choose to believe
Your need
Similar to mine
Maybe
Probably never
Bravery can handle life
If you must go
I’ve held my breath longer
I’m the Oldest Daughter
The Red Headed Sister
My names weren’t easily obtained
To the bottom of my heart is deep
Wide open
Still recieving
I choose to believe
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
“Weren’t easily obtained”?
How long/hard was it to pick a hair color?
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According to my parents about 9 months, but in reality it took generations of 9 “monthses” to get my hair color here, you see.
Rereading this poem makes me smile. The prophecy of such a desire and within reach is astounding.
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Life is full of surprises ma’am.
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Yes, Sir
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“Charmer of bees” struck me, as I recently watched “Fried Green Tomatoes” again.
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Ooo, I haven’t see that one in years. I enjoy that movie. Aren’t writers sometimes bees? I think so…I know I can sting. 🙂
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I bought the DVD so I can enjoy it “whenever”. Yes, I hadn’t thought that before, but perhaps we are a species of bee…and I know I sting sometimes too, dang it.
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Oh so powerful! I think someone is making a bold statement..I like it. It has power–stability–and marks territory. May I say that I like the way you choose to omit punctuation–just my opinion–because it allows the reader to become a part without telling them what to think much like a painting we stare at and the more we stare, the more we see its beauty and how it fits in–what the artist is trying to convey and how we relate. Oh, who knows what I am saying? Great poem! 😀
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Haha. Thank you for your opinion. I appreciate your help. You make wonderful points. I think you know what you’re talking about. Sounds good to me.
Thanks!! 🙂
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😀 LOL
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🙂
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This was a good one. I liked “A Charmer of Bees”… This seems like a poem from life, I think!
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Thank you, Sir. I laughed when I wrote that one… and a great person!
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Who is the Charmer of Bees?
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(Grabs your chariot for you and begins humming your departure song. How does that song start? Who cares just start singing something…anything.)
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You must not want to answer! Or, you’re just being wicked! lol lol
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Both!! (I think it’s quite obvious who the bee charmer is.)
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Well I’m not guessing! ‘Cause bad things could happen… *hides head in a pillow*
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*make room! I’m coming in too*
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Okay! *laughs*
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Why is your head so big? * uses hers to move yours over* I think we need a bigger pillow…
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No head butting, Audith! We need a very large one.
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Twasn’t a head butt. It was a rub and gental push over for you’eth to make roometh. Yeah..like a super big one. Comfy…
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Head butting is cool, though…
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Do we have helmets? But it hurts and your memory is bad enough, Duke. *wanting you to remember allowing me to share a pillow*
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Oh yes… Well, then, okay. No head butting.
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I know that was hard to write. Thank you *smiles*
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Charles. Positivity just steaming out again. It feels good.
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