Pen, pen, pen, Oh, pen!

Dear beloved Pen

I am a paper yellowed and forgotten, for on me you have chosen to write nothin.

How I miss your point gliding upon me so! Now you keep away. Oh so much woe!

Remember when we met. Yes! Yes!

You were leaky, abandoned and forgotten. I liked you and invited you to write on me somethin.

I didn’t care about your barrel size or your clicker being old. I still let you write on me the stories you never had told.

Why did you stop letting your ink just flow? Come back! I miss you so!

Namaste
Guady G

Have a beautiful day! May your pens not get leaky. May the holder not be sneaky. We are beautiful paper to be handled with love and care. May fools not come on us and cause tears.

In Your Arms

Today was such a trying day.

I wish I had your strong arms to fall into at the end of it all

In your arms I was safe
In your arms I was loved

In your arms I always wanted to stay

But sadly you went away

With Love
Guady G

This Thorn, This Splinter

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Winter winter
A thorn, a splinter
Can I ever pluck it out?
For this I am in doubt

Compelled to no end
Ramification! Damnification!
No sanctification can ever your heart mend

So I pose the following question. Can you respond without hesitation?
If you were such a gestalt was I truly at fault? Please state it!  I too am jaded.

Oh this thorn! This splinter!
It’s so frigid in our home where it’s winter.

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Namaste my wonderful followers and readers. I love each one of you to the max.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G