poetry
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“Grandmother’s Strength” by Shelly Moore Caron •• I awoke this morn Craving my grandmother’s embrace. What would it be like To have her hands on my face? • I imagine it feels like A warm bath on a cold day – Worries simply melt, Then dissolve away. • Fear subsides, With nowhere to hide. Head
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Written by S. Moore ©️ LimitlessStimulus.com 2024 . I think I’ll just cry today Feel the warm tears streak my face Chest heavy as my soul aches Lip quivers and body shakes . I’ll let down my guard today All alone and tucked away No witnesses to see me this way Face contorts as flood
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“Fractals of One” Written by S. Moore ©️ LimitlessStimulus.com . At the end of this road When the lights dim real low The horizon grows As dark eases close . Breath takes a rest Heart played its part Soul led by Merkaba We return to the start . Our legacies left Our loved ones bereft
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Sitting in my daughter’s jeepWishing I was home asleepBut it’s so very key to keepShowing up for them to thrive Watching as she pulls awayGod, help me keep my fears at bayHer life in her own hands todayPlease soothe her frazzled nerves The man says hold at ten and twoHer instructor is somebody newNot the
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“Origin Story” is an existential poem exploring our interconnectedness — snowflakes, sun rays, and human souls branching from the same infinite core. Written for anyone who’s ever felt both small and immeasurably vast, it reflects on consciousness, creation, and the cosmic threads that tie all life together.
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“I wish I could turn back timeJust as Cher sangZig where I’d zaggedSo I could feel alive again.” ©️www.LimitlessStimulus.comAuthor: Shelly Moore
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“Life’s Deep Kiss”©️ 2023 LimitlessStimulusWritten by Shelly Moore Seedlings spread by wind to landFar away from mother’s handSo as to grow in a new homeNo fear to shed, it’s all they know Who am I to preach and teachOpen my hand, extend my reachSpill what’s gathered in my mindThrough vast experience and time Ego tamed
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