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  <title>Poem -  Bones Below</title>
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  <description>I wrote “Bones Below” to explore a very personal topic.  After finishing the poem I realized that a reader could think I was talking about a drug habit.  No.  It’s something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones below the skin above&lt;br /&gt;extending from the front to back&lt;br /&gt;where I start and where I end&lt;br /&gt;traced by the veneer embraced&lt;br /&gt;cadaver covered yet still whole&lt;br /&gt;hidden by the robe that’s worn&lt;br /&gt;revealing what the world will see&lt;br /&gt;while underneath support persists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest is known to me&lt;br /&gt;dearest in the silent times&lt;br /&gt;bridge from dawn until the dusk&lt;br /&gt;I’d collapse without their help&lt;br /&gt;invisible to the bystanders&lt;br /&gt;thankful in my silent praise&lt;br /&gt;though camouflaged is covert&lt;br /&gt;I’d expire without their aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m propped by what’s beneath&lt;br /&gt;persisting while the globe revolves&lt;br /&gt;by the structure fast inferred &lt;br /&gt;by a surface full exposed&lt;br /&gt;if they knew how much I require&lt;br /&gt;the in between close at hand&lt;br /&gt;my secret would be no more&lt;br /&gt;and still I’d need the bones below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20170112.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=699146&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <title>Poem - Precious One</title>
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  <description>Another heartfelt poem, this one about support we receive from people who are almost romantic partners, those who are an important part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious One&lt;br /&gt;Poem for Day 130 – 20150510&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous one, first amongst equals,&lt;br /&gt;we are not connected at the hip,&lt;br /&gt;no wedding ring shared amongst,&lt;br /&gt;but to you I will fully trust&lt;br /&gt;my heart and soul, be what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be perfect, far from it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a fallen one, God&apos;s unworthy son.&lt;br /&gt;All will admit you&apos;re the better one,&lt;br /&gt;closer to heaven than this poor soul,&lt;br /&gt;but still you grace me with your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we dance in almost romance,&lt;br /&gt;comfortable in each others arms.&lt;br /&gt;No more than some time spent dancing,&lt;br /&gt;grooving with a person familiar so,&lt;br /&gt;shelter from a world inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough connections, separate worlds,&lt;br /&gt;similar interests, lives removed,&lt;br /&gt;I am content with the way we fit.&lt;br /&gt;Other may not fully understand,&lt;br /&gt;this shared experience we both have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious one, your smile is enough,&lt;br /&gt;the only payment I seek to have&lt;br /&gt;for this time we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;Grasp my hand, hold fast to me,&lt;br /&gt;we on this ride of life combined,&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend, holder of heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=523447&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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