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She Dances
She dances With her eyes, twinkling with life, like a valley stream running slow and deep She dances Her eyes see the beauty in the mundane, appreciating the oft-overlooked nuance of a beautiful life in a beautiful world full of small beautiful moments She dances Her smile is sincere and full, quick to laugh and… Read more
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Loved Held Loved
The door was closed The room was dim A single light shone She breathed in Felt herself release As she finally received The chance to give What she knew best She wondered if he knew The magnitude of the gift Loved held loved In such different ways One was loved from before birth From head… Read more
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Interactions
She slept So well Naked and unashamed She had slipped off The shame and regret Just like she did The clothes she had worn And she slept So well Just the way She always will From now on. #jeannasoul 722a.m 9-10-18 .👣❤ door opened by another poet Just think 4 hours on a plane The… Read more
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Between Poets
Words play Between Poets Kindred spirits That know When less is more And too much is enough When to hide And to seek To string together One more thing And to wait For the other To fill in the blanks Jeanna’ Mead September 9 2016 11 06 p.m Because the door was opened 👣❤ This… Read more
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The Door
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Another Word
I won’t say another word When you whine and complain That you don’t look as good The cupcakes and donuts .are evidence That you haven’t listened I won’t say another word When you’re aching and hurt But there’s no time on my schedule Because you won’t book ahead I won’t say another word When you… Read more
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Not Another Word
She had already told Requested and mentioned Way too many times Reached out Dropped hints As big as can be Left tell tale signs And crumbs along the way Made it clear as day That there was more to see Read between the lines Underneath In plain sight Words that would explain Give insight Understanding… Read more
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Many Things
She had been called Many things Over all the years Some of the true Others just plain lies And some were half and half All depends on how you felt But she knew the truth Many things She was and is and will be She’s not, and won’t and can’t be Many things. Jeanna’ Mead… Read more
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Simple and Extraordinary
Paulo Coelho: “Be blessed. The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them” There were flowers In a coffee cup That she would use Again and again While remembering Her friend There was wine And desserts Long talks Belly laughs A special stone Bought from a long ways… Read more
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