And then there are the harbors always waiting for us Seemingly blocked, but in reality Reminding us we have the key and must use it Your legs are poised, your harbor is ready and waiting The shoals remain yet for the wise captain, The water flows just right Yes, to be who we really are As you wait with darken eye shadow, in tandem with the garb The firmness of grip in practice for what soon will arrive The mouth breathing as your thoughts visualize the harbor And hear the sounds of arrival You may wait to be moved with hands You may slowly ease on the back Inviting, growing impatient, still battling the obvious You now wait in the harbor The direction is clear Go with our current Yes, it is to be who we really are https://www.theravensperch.com/not-any-harbor-by-tom-squitieri/
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I Will Be There~ By Tom Squitieri 4/23/2020 The Voices Project if you sit some day when the sun is out and the virus is gone, I will find you buy you coffee, read for you and create a poem right there.I promise the Bosnia bullets that smacked my arm the Haitian feet that kicked meRead moreHere comes one satellite a week, at $10 million each, to help the Pentagon in outer space
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(Published by Stardust Review, Septmber 23, 2019) When they light up They look up And I make sure I see those eyes As they inhale They draw deeply The smoke And their eyes Go deeply Into mine The French girls Are not sure Where I am from Or who I am But they pauseRead moreOn Your Tiptoes
(Published in The Griffin’s Inkspot) I did not mean to wake you As I tasted my morning lover That coffee The gurgling of the pot loud enough To stir From afar You come to taste And get on your tip toes Of course, you do not need to be on them to sip coffee AsRead moreHere, There, Every Hare
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