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And here are poems which I did not think fit into any of the other categories.

"This is like deja vu all over again."
--Yogi Berra

I WANT TO LIVE IN DOVER

I want to live

in a house on a dune

overlooking the white cliffs

of Dover

I want to wake

each morning to the sound

of white-crested waves crashing

at my front door

I want to feel

the salt in the air and the sand in my toes

on a chilly summer dawn

in Dover

I want to be

alone on the beach at sunset

to admire the colors reflecting

off the water

I want to breathe

the sweet sea air as I sleep

and rise in the morning to a smiling sun

in Dover

I want to dive

off a cliff into my own sweet oblivion

and be completely cut off from the world

and it's pain

I want to shy away

from everything that ever hurt me

and be my own woman on the shore

of Dover

I want to be free

and unchained, unobligated by anything

I don't owe anyone anything, I won't either

in Dover

I want my eyes to be tearless

I want my heart to be healed

I want the sea and the sand

at my front door

and the wind in my bedroom

drying my tears

I want to set free my heart

on the white-cliffed beaches of Dover

These Hands

These hands with their short fingernails
Have comforted those who
were never really mourning.

These hands with their dry skin
Have been unclean in their
dealings and in their thoughts

These hands with their scars
Have dried the tears of those who
thought the world was coming to an end

These hands that tremble
Hold fast to whatever hopes
and dreams they can

These hands that tremble
Have held your face, dried its tears
and stroked its skin;
and the mouth that belongs to them
has uttered the words
I love you

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I STAND

under the cover of the night, I stand
in the brutal sun of the day, I stand
at the ice upon the trees, I stare
at the snow upon the fields, I stare
under the cover of the night, I cry
in the brutal sun of the day, I cringe
melted ice upon the trees, I cry
dirty snow along the roads, I cringe

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NEW DAY

I anxiously wait for the moon to set
for then is the nights darkest hour
'Tis the dawning of a new day
one more I must endure
So I swallow the lies I meant to tell
coz I wanted to hear it from you
And I strangled the tears left inside me
coz I couldn't let them show themselves
to you

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I SUPPOSE I SHOULD GO INSIDE

The night grows cold as the winds turn east
The songs of the birds have long since ceased
I stand alone in this frozen field
The smell of flowers this place ceased to yield
I suppose I should go inside
The grass slowly forms a thin ice sheet
Wishing for morning, the sun to greet
I see summer in all its glory
You are the hunter; I am your quarry
I suppose I should go inside now
The first light of dawn comes to quickly
Killing the moon, so pale and sickly
She'll never soothe the tears you cry
She'll never love you as good as I
I suppose I should go inside
I wanted to love you forever
But I see now I can't ever
That is only in my sweetest dreams
That melt along with mornings first gleams
I suppose I should go inside now

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IS THIS WRONG?

What recognition
How strange!
I realize when I look at you

I used to love you!

Is this bad?
Is this wrong to look at you now
when I have a new life
I've looked past the pain
the insult
All of it