Least Read Poems About Luck

A sliver of a glance floats freely

High up in frigid air singly

Uniquely precious and warm

Before the cold triggers the storm


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Shake off all the dead wood,
Chuck it on the fire,
As the wind blows stronger,
The flames climb ever higher.

It’s a mystery that we claim,
When we come into this world,
When we put upon our name,
And learn to shape its words.

All troubles are the allies,
Of the spirits we rely on,
That rough edges do us favours,
That there’s little use denying.

It’s a mystery we accept,
When we’re pulled between the worlds,
When we’re struck by flailing limbs,
With whipping stings, we learn.

Shake off all...

If the day’s okay…I’m alright
I would write…What I could not say
…I tried
To convey the time that I’ve had mine…
Into my mind…I pray

If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Giving Thanks…For my angst, provides a place where my fear can reside
And my tears can revive…The lifeless eyes…I see

If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Seeking the night, when I cry in the mourning
I’m much obliged…Being twisted and contorted
Enlisted to conform with…A dissident assortment
Blended into all of us “We”

If the day’s okay…I’m alright ...

Arnold spotted an actual unicorn.
He took out his film filled camera.
But that's before it disappeared.