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words are roguish creatures,
like leprechauns or elves,
with tiny little feet
they march, sure of themselves
fine in morning papers
they jump right off the page,
strutting and parading,
their readers to engage
ask them to say feelings,
expressed straight from the heart,
they shuffle little feet,
refuse to play their part
when i’ve pleaded with them,
they’ve better things to do
than sit upon your bed
and give a hug or two
they hang about in groups,
sullen and shifty eyed;
they sidestep entreaties,
sometimes they like to hide
at times, there are no words
when what i feel is loss.
i grope, i struggle;
instead of sleep, i toss
how, then, can i express
the things i want to say?
i send my love, my prayers,
so many miles away
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Dennis Cardiff 
very true! this is my favorite so far… 🙂
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Hi Tee. I’m glad you like this poem. It’s one of my favorites as well. I loved your post “SEX DOLLIES ANYONE?”
~ Dennis
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I really do love it… its like you captured who WORD is, and gave it life as WORD itself… with words… so to speak… 🙂 I’m glad you liked my piece too… most people will find it inappropriate… so with that I say… freedom of talk-write for the win! have a good day! 🙂
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A struggle indeed, and how often are they misconstrued. I loved this poem, it says so much.
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Yes, I am often a victim of words. What sounds perfectly reasonable to me, takes on an entirely new meaning to the recipient of these words. I wish there were a more dependable alternative, like the Vulcan mind meld. Beam me up, Scotty!
Cheers,
Dennis
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Beautifully captured and expressed! Lovely.
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Thank you Nonso, it was a pleasure visiting your blog to meet you. I loved your heartbreaking story “Poverty had stolen her beauty”. Homelessness is the same all over. It may vary in numbers, but hunger feels the same in any language. I will be back often to read more of your stories.
Cheers,
Dennis
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