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I danced in the rain with your breath in my eyes I wet my lips with happiness We silently swayed to Sinatra in the rain your sweet humming a soft caress I felt alive again and so I smiled ... You have changed me transformed me to a young girl again rosy cheeks and starry eyes hidden glances and romantic sighs I feel young again and so I smile ... © Priya ॐ, 10/1 This beautiful painting is by Leonid Afremov I choose to kiss you in the rain…For the rain is gentler than my lips ~ Rumi

Hustle and bustle – it’s Thanksgiving Day smell the roast turkey, croissants on the tray cranberries cooking by buttered green beans sweet potato casserole fit for a queen mashed potatoes, a mixed relish dish the dressing and gravy fulfill every wish candles are placed on the table to burn, as scriptures are read, each one in turn favorite choices of grapes from the vine crystal flutes glisten with red and white wine oh, don’t forget Mom’s “turkey bird” toy pull on his string and he’ll sing you a song “hey, good lookin’ - whatcha got cookin’” pretty soon everyone’s singing along at last, all the fixings are ready to eat Dad rings the bell - we all take a seat giving thanks to the Lord, heads bow to pray for all of the blessings He’s given each day after we’re stuffed, and last-but-not-least whipped cream ‘n’ pumpkin pie tops off the feast. now pour the hot coffee - it’s about time to play turn on the TV –It’s football today! Lorene Rogers© November 26, 2022

Sticky like sap Spilling from a broken branch Turning dark when exposed Hardening in sunlight Prickly and hard to touch Drawing blood  Woundied fingers typing Each touch hurts Poet’s skin is scarred  With slimy trails of feelings And piercings from Penetrating jabs In and out, like a mouse Peeking from its shelter Uncertain, timid to reveal One’s core laid bare Conversely, warm and sweet Caressed in satisfaction Scratching onto a page Feelings freed from heart Tasty as rich chocolate Topped with sweet cream Savoring each mouthful Poured to be consumed by you

A molten sun setting low with mouths agape we stared and watched it sink below the distant water’s edge as music filled the air with sounds beyond compare trumpets, drums and clarinets from that Army band so rare Gathered on the waterfront “Pershing’s Own” Band played An older pair was sitting there tapping feet to the music’s beat He rose to stand and cheered the band as his Navy branch was hailed and every branch regaled With each refrain our pride swelled Old Glory waved and tears fell one perfect summer night at the National Harbor site Lorene Rogers© Sept. 18, 2022

I feel nothing No joy at turning the calendar page Starting a new year It’s the same to me I have aspirations to fulfill Wishes and desires  Nothing new do I need I’m content with my wants

They create, innovate, invent, Until their heart is content Using imagination and skill, They find ways to craft and build Through effort and hard labor, They do us a great favor With hands and minds of insight Bringing all works of art to life They are consistent and passionate With a zealous love, everlasting, The joy they are destined to bring From writing, painting, or hearing them sing Every challenge is fun and new A strong wall to breakthrough Expressing themselves, along the way Shining light on the most gloomy day Each of them is different, While still the same The Keepers of Art they are, As they will remain