GROW TOO TIRED OF CONSCIOUSNESS

We yell at each other
until our throats scream.

The words (mean)
and we know it!
It is when we
reach unconsciousness:

we turn into sweet, tame little cats.

Cuddle, we mumble sweetness,
we love with honesty.

(an accidental poem by kris of ZUPAdream)

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{BECAUSE} IT FEELS SO GOOD

THREE DAYS
without heartburn!

it’s almost worth having it

just because             {not having it}        feels so good

(an accidental poem by Andy.)

HEART

Fresh delicacies, London.

We speed through our lives

An accidental poem by Zupadream’s Kristin.

we think we’re
the kings
& queens

of    the     world

we can’t even
see what

passes
by because

we’re flying 
so fast.

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London, England

In All This Rain

This is a beloved poem from physician-poet John Stone. A few months ago, I lost a dog that was my pet since age 12 and lived with me during part of my adult life. John Stone really captures just how painful losing an animal is with this piece. Especially the last line: “Next dog, I want one that lasts.” As I sit here hugging my new pooch, I implore him to please, never ever ever ever die.

Listen to me recite the poem with music provided by the talented Joe Brooker.

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Roaree dances with Andy, Philadelphia