Possession

She cries about the things

She’s yet to obtain

But she forgets the things

Her life contains

Possessions left untouched

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Thanks | Short Poem

Hot showers and candles used purely for the scent

Beds raised from the ground that don’t smell like cigarettes

Dish washers oh how beautiful it is

To hide your mess especially those dishes!

Traffic lights and construction zones

Things you might hate unless you’ve lived without

I forget to be thankful each and every day

But sometimes when I’m alone I scream and say

THANK YOU

Before I complain

That my WiFi connection has gone insane

Adapting

In a crack between two bricks

I left a message as I was taken away

And Freed from the rooftop 

I was allowed to visit the beach in May

Rain disturbed the strangers

But I was so happy to be free

And as time passed

I forgot the rooftop

And those strangers were much like me

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(Note: I grew up in Iraq,  where we spent most days on the rooftops. Now I face the ocean on a rainy vacation. )

Thanking You

I’m shocked to find such treasures

On a bright screen

In a dark room

I satisfy my pleasures

Blogs full of thought, I found what I sought, and I try to thank you for what you wrote

With a short comment, a short note.

Thank you.