Bargain Basement 

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I’ve been ignored by the best of them

Rejected, despised, outcasted an ostracized

What I had wasn’t good enough

Sincerity was bargain basement in their eyes

I smiled and I laughed as the very soul within was torn apart

And in the end, The Beatles made me feel good

And in the end, bargain basement sincerity is worth far more than high gloss fakeness

I am not sad nor am I bitter

I still find humor in comic strips

And God sure knows how to make you feel special

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Anchor

A lovely poem from SilentlyHeardOnce

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we hear the screams of pain. . .
shouting around the world. . .
protesting evil, protesting hate. . .


quiet down, look within. . .
find serenity, find peace. . .
feed  its goodness to the universe. . .
heal the wounds of humanity. . .

because they don’t see. . .
they don’t know. . .
they couldn’t hear. . .
or they just choose to ignore. . .

but we. . .
we  must trust. . .
fate, karma and love. . .
to be our anchor. . .
in this turbulent sea. . .
of  uncertainty. . .

on this mysterious voyage. . .
traveling in the dark. . .
under the twinkle, twinkle. . .
little star wondering,  wishing. . .
for love’s mighty power to conquer. . .
tolerance and peace. . .

Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 11/11/16

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Conclusion

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I once feared life’s destination . . .
young and wisely unwise. . .
fearless and foolish were my days. . .
recklessly exploring the depth of my being. . .

revealing the mystery of me. . .
until I learned who I wasn’t . . .
believing in hope. . .
until . . .
hope became hopeless. . .
and death grows in my lung. . .

I fear not. . .
my days are empty. . .
my nights crowed with dreams. . .
there is nothing left to do. . .
but welcome my destination . . .

I thought I was special, unique. . .
I am who I am. . .
no greater no lesser. . .
just equal to you. . .
and to all that breath. . .

I am a part that fits . …

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