Debates with oneself are too one-sided.
They’re always lost, can’t ever be won
and never untied.
If one’s to win what cannot be won than
one should not bait oneself.
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Month: November 2014
Summer’s Last
Intrepid petunia, November gray
A ray of life on an autumn day
Stands lonely in planter on a porch
The seasons of gold’s solemn torch
On canvas of gray grows shadow of white
Sunbeams focus ‘til called by night
Her lasting beauty the sun is drawn
Through lonely nights to kiss at dawn
Yet soon to be tucked in bed of snow
A winter slumber awaiting springs glow
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Growth of Plight
Engines of plight will grind to a stop
When bloated guts belly flop
Diving high in their oils last drop
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Autos will stall – jets will fall
Ships adrift with no ports of call
Life consumed by engines sprawl
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We’ll burn our peat and our coal
Scavenge twigs when no logs roll
Burn our atoms and homes of ole
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Hope burns rockets for us to roam
In glittered shells, blazing chrome
Turning pages to ash that was our tome
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Oceans slick with humans last trace.
Now directionless vessels adrift in space
Motionless, still hurrying – to keep the pace
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Escaping history that was our own
Journey unneeded to a vast unknown
Civilizations die when greed is grown
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Clown Knows
There was a blue poet from town.
His nose so red he thought a clown.
He juggled bottles to think,
Drowned in his ink.
His big shoes weighed him down.
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Six More Word Poems
Poetry is words that paint pictures.
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Love and life are poets’ canvases.
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Our forever’s end when never begins.
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Two loving hearts will beat forever.
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Heart beats are music for souls.
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Art is poetry of music’s brush.
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Morning Haiku XXVII
Bad Cells
Sat on a button
Put the devil on speaker
The world heard my sins
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Forward
A place never left
Is a place you’ve never been
No past, no future
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Flip
Life is bipolar
Freezing on top and bottom
Hot in the middle
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Blur
I’ve swallowed every sonnet since I don’t know when.
I can’t recall a single thing that may have been forgotten.
Though when I see your passing blur each day,
I can never seem to find the words to say.
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Your beauty is so daunting it really is unkind.
I’ll be content another day with snapshots in my mind.
A seldom glance, a memory of a time we almost had.
Then rising moon our hearts collude to dream away the bad.
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Perhaps one day when time, words and hearts align,
Our hands will meet, our lips will touch and all will be fine.
But morning brings the darkness, open eyes reveal lies.
Though truth and lies blur in minds, a dream never dies.
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Poetic Threesome
Poet: Rises to all occasions then writes them down
Poetic begging: Being down on all meta-fours
Poetic license: No rules or tests, mirror-less, wheel-less and driving blind
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Specters in Time
Ghosts of the future, death matures infants’ eyes
Growing ever larger to burst in the sky
Distant stars to twinkle bright and high
Bloody torrents drowning souls, gurgles smother cries
Silence will be deafening when the music dies
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Limerock
There was a young lad spoke limerick
His accent loud and bloody thick
He wrote with illiterate hand
Banged on drums in a band
Left his neighbors holding the stick
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Half Luck
There once was a Gent, half Irish.
Visiting mother’s Isle his only wish.
He half-assedly sailed the ocean deep.
Half way there drowned in his sleep.
That’s half the luck of the Irish.
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