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Ninety-nine percent

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 26/11/2014

The world smiled upon me today
happily
like a mother stroking her daughters long hair
in love and amusement
honest and revealing.
Life will always find a way.
I am thankful for these tiny yet grand moments.

M.

A Book

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 13/11/2014

Sometimes a book can tell you how to live
How to paint your house
And wear your hair
How to keep a man and bed him best
And provoke a religion inside
Your watery edges
A book can be a powerful thing
A bomb of phrases and slithery truths
A sleuth
A saviour with silky pages
The closest you’ll ever get to Athens
The farthest you’ll go from home
Sometimes a book can tell you how to live
or just tell you that you

are not.

M.

Grace

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 09/11/2014

Every night I go to bed and read
And she is there, seemingly uncomfortable but dreaming and breathing
Waiting for me to make a move or sound
Hanging on the words “Grace”
“Hungry?”
“Outside!”
Every night when I sit and read
She’s there, warming my feet with the heat of her bones
A mixed bag potion of love
Concealed inside the yellow fur of a Labrador dog
More human than human
“Sit.”
“Stay.”
“Good girl!”

M.

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