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Poetry presented within the pages of RagMag, are presented the way they are received with respect to style; except where collaboration deemed otherwise, necessary. View RagMag's First Book of Poetry - The Lonely Road Poet - 100 Perfect Bound Pages $14.95 Live
Life By Valerie Loveless She dances in the
dream Like a ballerina with no
name She glides across the room with
ease As lightly as a leaf that falls from a
tree. Like a bird who takes
flight Her message comes across
clear Through her dance, watch close you’ll
hear, Her words of wisdom, her words of might, live
your life. Dedicated to Liz…you have been more to me than words could ever show.
By Valerie Loveless The little girl looks at her
mother. A tear flows gently down her
face. She wipes it away, leaving dirt in its
place. She remembers a time of
happiness. She remembers a time when her life was
blessed. It seems so long ago for this child of
five. It seems like a time she will never
find. She sits in a corner full of
pain. She sits in the corner going
insane. She sits in the corner and drifts silently
away. She sits in the corner on her last dying
day. Valerie Loveless has worked as a child abuse investigator, & dedicated the above poem to ‘all’ the children of the world…
Watching you as your spirit yearns for flight into every source, everywhere back to a life once known long forgotten, cept for a fleeting glimpse. As I walk through your eyes, a wispering image beckons; smiling in the words..."its alright..." Looks like an Angel appearing in once empty space; you linger half-way between here and there. Watching you.... brings me into the light of yesterday we were young...new far from sight of these worn out days of ours; smooth little bodies splashed in a bath of bubbles and fun so young; the tears we shared through years feeling one anothers dream go broken. Little now...is spoken, as I watch you and love you as your eyes...love me.
Dedicated to My Beautiful Sister Lizbeth
Orange VelvetArmchair by Trent Alic
orange velvet armchair frayed from all the days spent under you smells like ginseng from when I spit my tea my grip was a bit too loose as it was with my handling of situations and its bitter aftertaste that left you bearing familiar handfuls of callous heartbreak i found a letter stuffed underneath this orange velvet cushion asking me to watch the sunrise it was from you and for once i listened with vodka at my side as it had always been there to ease my endeavors and this time was no different so i climbed up to the roof where i found the perfect spot and sat down with shy intent
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