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Go With It by L. M. Montes

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I woke today
to find a life
but found instead
I was almost dead.

What did I do?
Where did I go?
I dozed back to sleep
in bed you know.

Later, time it drug,
I had to hurry,
but I couldn’t scurry,
So I moved as though a slug.

I couldn’t fight this one bit,
therefore I concede,
to sit and read,
and alas just go with it.


By L. M. Montes

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Response by L. M. Montes

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When a plant wilts,
do you feed it or let it die?
When the sun shines,
do you hide or in the sand lie?

In a moments time, when things can change,
do you shrink or life embrace?
When enemies use division’s knife,
Patriots rise and fight with grace.

By L. M. Montes

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Once by L. M. Montes

You liked me once
so long ago,
An eye you gave
to me you know.
But now I tend to disappoint
the one whose heart I did anoint.
I wish days of old be back
so joy to you will never lack.
And thus it goes into the sky
the air of beauty that made you sigh.
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Dream by L. M. Montes

Dance with ideas to
Rhythms of imagination,
Eclipsing all else,
Advancing the depth of
Magic within.



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The Kiss of Death

The kiss of death,
It says goodbye,
Without a reason or a why,
Then comes back and says to me,
Oh my dear,
How I love thee.


by L. M. Montes

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Doll House

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Her life is like a doll house,
With everything in place,
A perfect house,
A perfect man,
And children filled with grace.

She talks not like a woman,
But rather as a child,
Playing games,
Skipping rope,
An innocence so mild.

But somewhere deep inside her,
She knows this isn’t like,
No hopes to hope,
No dreams to dream,
Just agony and strife.

One night she just walked out and left,
And made her life her own,
Reaching forth,
Grabbing hold,
You see how she has grown?

By L. M. Montes

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Divine Death

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Three men,
Hanging on a cross,
Two are sinners,
One is divine.

Oh Jesus on the cross,
This I ask of You,
Forgiveness and mercy
For my sins,
So I may be with You.


Death’s clutches take hold,
The devil he must fight,
The Son He is the victor,
Not just for me,
But everyone,
So we may rise to heights.


By L. M. Montes

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The Apology

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I sit and look up to the sky,
With heart felt tears within my eyes,
The clouds they float and pass away,
But will this hurt I have caused today?
The leaves they whither and fall to the ground,
Like my heart when this sadness mounds.
This rain and thunder I wish I could erase,
And wipe the pain from your sweet face.
But I can’t change what I have done,
Like the blowing wind the past is gone.
I can only offer this with every part,
And say I am sorry with all my heart.

by L. M. Montes

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Evening

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Twilight comes but once a day,
The sky turns raven black,
Grass and flowers yawn away.

Stars step out to blink and wink
While the moon man smiles back,
A look that only heaven thinks.

The tide rolls in to eat the sand,
While couples stroll along the beach,
Arm in arm or hand in hand.

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Presence by L. M. Montes

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Look on sea blue skies and see
a dove that carries warmth from me.
Lie your weary soul on soft smooth sand,
close your eyes,
I’ll take your hand.
Smell the sweetness that painted flowers send,
and know the comfort to thee I do attend.
Listen, to the woosh of the waves,
hear my whispering words
that linger lightly as they say,
look at me,
across the vast expanse of time,
I am with you, in heart and in mind.

by L. M. Montes