Mo knows Po’etry

The Waiting	DON’T GO UP THE HILL
Rumors and speculation rampant The latest theories, the what ifs. Facing our worst fears More ‘don’t knows’ Than ‘knowns’ Might be me, – might be you We’ll both face changes, But first the Waiting.	The directions were clear DON’T GO UP THE HILL Turn left on the dirt road DON’T GO UP THE HILL I followed the signs and DIDN’T GO UP THE HILL I went where I was told and DIDN’T GO UP THE HILL I never learned why They told me DON’T GO UP THE HILL But tomorrow I will.
Greeting Stretching to reach your face With mine till my Calves ache And my embrace would Release after one more kiss. ÓMaureen A. Immer 2001	Sleep Writer Truths revealed at night subconscious knows all only speaks in the dark dropping sound bites oozing out clues on my pillow. Previously published by Tribal Soul Kitchen
DISPOSABLE PEOPLE She goes through men like tissues. She always has one handy, they never last long before she discards them. Pulling yet another magically from her purse. Why not invest in a sturdier, long lasting handkerchief type? One that can go through the worst and come back fresh for more abuse.	Bringing out the Muse Lying on the carpet In the darkened room With blues and heartache Crying through the headphones. After a drink or two I coax the words to reach the page before my tears.
Mini Van Land I’m a two door sports car, living in Mini Van Land I’ve got no husband; I’ve got no kids. I’m playing single in a mixed doubles world I work with suits, and pass for the same. I’ve got the picket fence, and a big mortgage bill Whose expectations am I trying to fill?	FACADE Image is important more than matter not what’s true what appears can fool not only others, but you. Then the lines of reality bleed into wishes.

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All poems Ó Maureen Immer 2002

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