Poem: Hiding the Hyde

   Hiding the Hyde

by June Nash

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through this life I slide

by hiding the Hyde

that’s my ugly side

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Only beauty see

Your the one for me

Your my remedy

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I do not reveal

the me that is real

that is how I deal

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I know the true you

By the things you do

From my point of view

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this face isn’t mine

on a mask you dine

on my own I’m fine

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Perfection not seek

Just allow me a peek

Won’t think you a freak

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when I lower veil

let you cast your spell

your scorn would be hell

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I will see your mind

A heart that is kind

To your faults be blind

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but you don’t know me

of what you could see

so go away I plea

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Together we’ll slide

My Jekyll, your Hyde

You’re my other side

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This poem was inspired by the book Player One, written by Ernest Cline.  My book club is currently reading this book.  I’m half way through, so I don’t know how it all ends.

 The characters meet online as avatars.  They only know each other as the characters they created.  

But isn’t that true of life?  All we really know about each other is what we are willing to reveal.

Poem: Love’s Call

Love’s Call

by June Nash

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He called, enthralled, cannot wait

Looking forward to the date

Unaware of tomorrow

And broken plans to follow

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Dreams of love in blissful sleep

Unknowing what day will reap

Clock ticking, seems well oiled

Sweet clicking, ‘til plans foiled

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Hopes of caressing love’s face

Squashed by unkind frenzied pace

No hug, no touch, just a call

Salty tear drop starts to fall

Poem about Being Stood Up Again

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Digital Self Portrait, using SketchBookExpress

Being Stood Up Again

He said he’d come, be there by two.

Did not show, now what should she do?

Maybe he is just running late.

If so, perhaps, she needs to wait.

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Sent him a text, then made a call.

No response, no answer at all.

Left a message, one not so nice

Happened before, this makes it thrice.

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Treated like this, it’s an insult.

Poor relationship is result.

Never again will have a chance,

To stand her up, that is her stance.

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She loves him still, wishes he’d call.

Sad to see how far they can fall.

To be in his life can’t refuse.

It is her son causing the blues.

June Nash

Poem about New Love

New Love

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When we met, you asked me out.

I said okay, didn’t know what’s about.

Thought you were to be my friend,

No clue as to your view end.

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Soon enough I got the clue,

As talks turned to mushy goo.

Possessive, going too fast.

Don’t know if new love will last.

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Tempers flare, some oaths are said.

Both of us, Mad, seeing Red!

Disagree, must compromise

Let this not be loves demise.

–                    – June Nash