poetry
poetry
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-16
I talk.You don't listen.You talk. I don't hear.We both talk.We both misunderstand.You shout. I cryI shout. You become angrier. We both shout. We both cry.You leave and I retreat to a neutral corner. -...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-16
We run in different directionsto escape fromour inner demons.We run to travel,drugs, music, religion.We run to running.We even run to poetry.Inevitably,our demons outrun us,and we must confront themfa...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-17
They will love me,if I speak what they want to hear.They will love me,if I become their vision of me.They will love meif they can be my Pygmalion,and I their Galatea.They don't think they demand much....
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-17
There are reasonswhy he is boldand she is shy,why she is strongand he is weak.It might be genes,or family dynamicsor even trauma.The complexityof human behavioris a compelling mysteryworthy of individ...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-17
My mind is under my jurisdiction. I will not allow itto willfully wander,like an errant child,wherever it chooses.I will guard it in the nightfrom straying intofrightening corners.I will protect it in...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-17
Even in the best of livesthere will be times,now and again, when"everything thatcan go wrongwill."Such troublesome timesmust be enduredwith dignity, with courage, and with the understanding that(as Sc...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-17
When life deals me a lemon,I make lemonadeWhen friends fail me,when family disappoints,when relationshipsdisintegrate,I make lemonadeWhat disasterscan overwhelm mewhen I'm alwaysin the process ofmakin...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-17
Striving for the bestis continuously seductive.It is a path that leadsalways upwardtoward ultimatelyunreachable horizons,predicated on " I want"rather than on "I need."A predictable obsolescencewhich ...
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by Dennis Siluk - 2007-03-18
Outlook Poems [Grief, Pride & Love/Part III] 3-18-20079) Counting TimeThen was then And now is now- In future time Who knows? It is like counting Pebbles on the beach No matter what, You face defeat...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-18
Looking niceis a simulation of youth.A pleasant dinneris a simulation of youth.The companionship of children,a day at the beach,an ice cream cone, flowers, chocolates,are all perennial reminders of th...
