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Our work day
Is at night
Artificial light
Sleep time chosen
Mornings or afternoon
Sleeping is a luxury
When you are nocturnally
In tune.

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Moses Lee

Spring has come I till up the past Rusted hinges, old buttons bits of porcelain and glass Once a foundation for apartments Now... Revealing a history Of peoples lives' A garden of vegatables Grows upon it's earthly archive's From spring to fall Nothing on this Earth last's Whether it be Vegatables O...

Solar Cycle "24" It's not knocking It's already through the door Singing Sun Earth wants to align Coronial Mass Ejections "400"yrs. of study Still no connection Astrophysicists confused Bottom to top polarity Geo-Magnetic field's No clarity Interesting times Will it be Heaven or ...

Some of the best free-form poetry I've read in awhile

Excellent footage, flashbacks of "72"

It seemed so real But, only a dream A Orchard covered hill Slow flowing stream Mild breeze blowing Slope grass blue green You spoke But I couldn't hear I replied with no word spoken A few moments Contact broken Maybe you were saying This is where You will be waiting When we cross over To the Serenit...

No waiver...no need. If this individual has worked in education and in the district for 14 years, she must know the requirements needed for superintendents. If this is indeed this person's desired career aspiration why has she not taken the necessary steps to have all pre-requisites in place? This ...

The smell of old apples,
On a February.
Three-thirty in the morning,
Un-feathered fog
In the damp hushed stillness
I walk the dog.

That old Apple tree, Next door
Didn't have any apples, Last summer
Maybe this morning
It was reminiscing
Of when it's limbs
Were much younger

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Moses Lee

Thanks BB,

For me it's easier to Listen to God than talk to God. After all I figure God is already gonna know what I'm gonna say.

Poet, composer, Muscian
Poser
Round peg in a square hole
In this world of technicians
He bares his soul

He is an alphabet of Acronyms
PTSD, BPD, SAD
Melodious mind
Heart on a sleeve

Out of the creative closet
Legacy revealed
Destiny fulfilled

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Moses Lee

The license plate read "Fear God" I wanted to erase "Fear" And write "Love" Fear Vengeance, Punishments invented Whips of Submission Proscribed Extradition But, While in this Human form Human Nature Emotions torn Battling with What we cannot see Ancient words Tossed to ...

Twisted metal meshed with flesh and bone Men, Women, children used as shields That were not Now, Just past stories of lives Memories, hopefully If a Loved one survived I stare numbly Emotions cold, yet Compassion screaming Far back in my Brain I want to gently pull them away Lay them down And mourn ...

I had a Revelation Serving in the battle Of many Nations In the Desert Of South West Asia It was 1991 After seeing, tasting and smelling The horror's of War's dust Now I have Compassion Without passion Love without lust I became free But, Oh, At such a cost Scars of Revelation's Such a Paradox -End-...

Ninth of November
four-thirty in the morning
Skyward look
Going North to south
High speed, silent, low flying
Yellowish-Orange V-shape
Made a kite like movement
Then the light went out
Meteorite?
No.
Defunct Satellite?
I hope so!

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Moses Lee

OH MAN, !
That was a great write!