the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

Tag: love

Hos-piss

by Tucker J. Collins

Hospice
A word with all the powers of a magnet
Drawing things together
Somethings are shunned and wish to be repelled
But they always return
Others are accepted easily
But can never come back
Everything attracted has something in common
Power to express emotions
Love
Pain
Fear
Last wishes- like fire -are warm
But too much fire surrounding one self becomes
The source of more love
The source of more pain
The source of more fear
The smoke becomes a heavy blanket
Smothering its starter
To reduce the burden a stand must be made
One of courage where friends may be hurt
You can piss out the fire
But you cant piss out the pain
Great difficulty lies on the path where you try to be kind and loving
But sacrifices must be made
To live the rest of ones days with only the closest people to their heart.

An Ode to my Beloved Mother

by Tucker J. Collins

Clutching at my Mary,
Thinking of the gift,
I’ll always remember
Who I wish to be with.
But some dreams can’t come true,
For life is the beginning,
Try not to grasp to tightly
Before Death comes running for you….

Learning

by Tucker J. Collins

Slow as Slo is to learn,

To have a mom is love he learns.

To be her son is his wish.

To feed from her and not his dish.

Slow as Slo is to learn,

Desire to know the world he yearns.

They both wish for attention.

Lovestrong air holding them in suspension.

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