A Collection of Poems and Short Stories
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Hands or Head
By: Wayne Miles-Underhill You’d best find something to do with your head as you have no talent in your hands my father said to me once as he bent over his plane. I watched the curly shaves of wood float down and fur his boots. The pine smell ticked into my nose. I’m remembering those…
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I am here
By: Wayne Miles-Underhill I am here and everywhere at the same time. This may sound difficult, It defies logic, It is reality at best, a dream at worst. Will you follow me? It only takes a nanosecond to decide. Come out of your cave and see the path. Seek the answer to the question You…
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Morning
By: Wayne Miles-Underhill You followed me into a forest blue With one summer morning’s haze I had beckoned and you came. I promised you no reward for your faith in me. Many had more to offer you for Your basket held many treasures not Uncommon for one so young and pure. You gave me permission…
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Winds
By: Wayne Miles-Underhill The north wind comes down on a Polar Bear The south wind rides up in an easy chair The west wind blows the yachts at sea The east wind blows my love to me. Blow you winds and circle round Tell stories about the things you’ve found Bring me news from across…
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Untitled
By: Wayne Miles-Underhill I look at my work reddened hands as I caress my face haggard now from awakening at dawn, I know they need care. A day that started with breakfast, getting the kids ready, one for school, the other to daycare, an obligatory kiss for my husband who, slice of toast in hand. roars out of the driveway late again. Driving, driving,…