I wish I could shield you,
from sorrows.
From the broken candy dish,
the alarm clock
that always rings too early,
the frayed ends
of a doormat,
Donald Trump’s hair,
the economy that
never truly recovers.
I would save you from
endless bills, the sink
that always leaks.
Depression that leads
to pill filled mornings.
The inglorious path
to old age.
The trumpet’s ominous sound.
You say that’s life, baby.
Make love and music
while you can.
Praise the rhythm of living.
Follow the wind
of your heart.
Happiness starts
when we leap, when we fall.
When we infuse our
bodies with sugar and
spark, squeaky hinges
and all.
-Tosha Michelle
The photo and cat are mine.
I’d shield you from all of those things, too, my friend. Beautiful poem, and great song. Love.
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Thank you Lots of love
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xoxo
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Donald Trump’s hair…frightening indeed!
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So scary!!
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More of a silly wig than his real racist hair… 😉
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😉
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Beautiful cat and photo go “paw-in-paw!”
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Yeah pretty much
Everyday having a good time fucking life.
Keep on smiling.
Great read xo
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Thanks. 🙂 xoxo
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“Donald Trump’s hair”
–this line had me literally laughing out loud.
Awesome piece Tosha.
🙂
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Yay!!/That was the plan
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Lol. It was so funny.
🙂
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😉
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So sweet and beautiful! This reminds me of that beautiful song “If I Could” sung by a few different artists. It’s supposed to be a mother/father singing to a child about wanting to shield that person against the pain of the world. I always loved that song. And that’s an adorable kitty! ❤
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That is a beautiful song. Thank you so much.
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Things we would do for our loved ones. Your first line said it all for me – to remove the pain that life often brings with its joy. Your cat is beautiful!
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Thank you. He knows it 🙂
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You are a Heroine when you write like this! You could shield me from everything! ESPECIALLY Donald Trump’s hair. *nervous shiver*
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Ha-ha. I will protect you. Getting my weed whacker out.
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Gorgeous cat, beautiful poem and great song!
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That last stanza was amazing. “You say that’s life, baby. Make love and music while you can.” You summed it up right there. People getting all worked up about life; they should learn to focus on the little things. I am a cat lover, so I appreciate the photo. Shame one jerk wants to ruin our creative endeavors. Great post.
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I know. Let’s beat him up. Kidding. Thanks for the comment. Hope you’re having a good day.
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Yeah, it has been good. Have a wonderful evening.
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You too!
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What a lovely poem Tosha, sheltering the ones we love is so vital for our own peace of mind. I love your description of happiness, “squeaky hinges and all”, just marvelous! It speaks of a door that could have rusted and yet it can open, even if the hinges of the door are squeaky. Your last poems are both filled with nostalgia and tenderness, a mood that really befits your writing. Much love to you 🙂
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Thank you. 😉 I appreciate you.
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Welcome and thanks. The feeling is mutual 🙂
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I love how you’ve mixed a little humour with all the heartfeltness. Yeah, I know that’s not a word but I couldn’t think of any better. 😛
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Thank you. Let’s make it a word. 🙂
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It’s a deal! 🙂
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🙂
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Tosha good evening to you, while I just posted my first article of Thursday morning, it is 2:10 am
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Hello. Hope you have a wonderful day.
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I read Donald Trump’s hair and now I’m going to have nightmares….
I’m afraid that his hair will eat my hair and spawn a new toupee on my head………..😐
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Ha-ha. His hair and stupidity can’t be tamed.
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Tis true….it will end us all
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This is so poignant. I smiled and grieved at the same time–a wonderful but rare occurrence.
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Thank you, gorgeous one.
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🙏🏻😚
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Just lovely all round. I have no idea how you can resist your cat anything btw.
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It’s tough. He’s the sweetest
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What do you give as treats?
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Greenies along with hugs and kisses. Ha!
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🙂
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Beautiful poem, shines rays of a beautiful soul. Thnx
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Thank you for reading and commenting
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