There was once a clown
Who ventured to town
Where teased and laughed at out-loud
The clown was sad, the clown was proud
Thus used his big shoes to kick-ass all-around
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There was once a clown
Who ventured to town
Where teased and laughed at out-loud
The clown was sad, the clown was proud
Thus used his big shoes to kick-ass all-around
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Trickle-down theory
works well, if you’re already
well above the waist
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Tread paths no one knows
Go places that no one goes
Poetry follows
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Sink into the depths of darkness and despair
Swim towards a horizon that never ends there
Or sink into my arms and I’ll never feel fear
Swim into my mind and we’ll never have a care
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We will sink or we will swim, together or apart
And tears of joy or of sadness will be a rivers start
Sink or swim, we must all, in life, love and in art
Rivers run hot and cold depending on their heart
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Sink or swim together or afloat on a ring we’ll share
Our buoyancy’s preserved when hearts beat as a pair
Sink or swim together and an adventure we will chart
Please take my hand, share my love and our voyage will depart
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Tread paths no one knows
Go places no one goes, find
Poetry follows
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We laugh and cry, we bleed and lie
We share, we care, we dare to fear
Hugs and kisses, winks and smiles
All hand in hand over infinite miles
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With ears to hear and eyes to see
Blending thoughts of you and me
This place unique, where all are free
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A place like home wherever we roam
Our roaming’s recorded in cyber tome
Then blended together to build something grand
All made from our minds and energized sand
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Why when I think I’m
Not writing, I write a lot
But when thinking – not
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I saw a bird in a tree.
I said “hey bird talk to me.”
He turned around, we had a chat.
I wrote it down and that was that.
We said good-bye and I flew home.
I sat right down to write this poem.
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But lost the notes stuffed in my vest,
And whence returned I found a nest.
“My birds prose lost, how can this be?”
I said “hey bird look at me.”
She looked down so she could see,
A babbling bird brain talking to a tree.
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I yelled “give back my notes in your nest.”
She returned the anger, on my vest.
I started to yell one more time.
Then thought; save the vest, forget this rhyme,
A cozy nest is better than a talking bird poem.
I just hope I think of something else when I get home.
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I present to you my wordy show
The words meaning only I know
Packaged neat with ribbon and bow
Enjoy the moment, unwrap it slow
When seeing my words I hope you glow
Recall our friendship, love and the way we flow
I hope they’re remembered wherever you go
So venture, if you must to where your sails blow
And should you return from your time to and fro
I’ll share with you the meaning of “only I know”
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As with time, the finer the line
The more capable we’ve become to define
Unless these lines were made to define
Then they’re just a waste of our time
Unless they’re all that’s known, then their fine
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How many Haiku’s
does a person have to write
to earn a black-belt?
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The most popular
Authors of children’s stories
Are Illustrators
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Whistles, whispers, winks,
Low lights, high spirits, hijinks
Code only I know
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What is refreshing,
No calorie and healthy?
Its enlighten-mint
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The key to life is
Sharing a familiar door
That’s always unlocked
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With every turn there’s something new
With every friend there may be two
When lost turn back and be found
Or continue onward for another round
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When riding high remember the low
When down and out get up and go
Positive and negative are just a charge
We’re the conduits for life’s barrage
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While energy travels equally both ways
As does the dark and light of days
Except we choose our forces flow
A wispy crackle or auras that glow
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With dynamics of pen and static of pulp
And invisible energy of letters we sculpt
Seemingly pulled from the thin air
Heavy with visions for all to share
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This energies free, but the heat is not
So to feel the cool, you have to get hot
If you want mellow, you can’t get blue
If your yellow, you won’t do
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But if you’re prepared for a tremendous surge
Patience and passion is what I urge
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What is the one thing
that is specifically made
for us to break? … Bread
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Punch the clock, kiss time away
Let’s all have a common sensical day
We’ll strive to attain the white picket fence
From this thing called common sense
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Though no more than society’s rigidity
Saying that everyone had better agree
And if you don’t than you must be lacking
But hey – screw them! You don’t need their backing
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Give it your all, do your best then see who’s slacking
Now get off the fence it’s time to get cracking
And when someone says you lack common sense
Say thanks, I’d rather be uncommon than dense
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My head decides what
To see, hear and absorb – though
Your touch’s always felt
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Poetry is much
Like Jazz; shallow minds only
Like it when it’s “good”
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Was a cold winter’s day and there’s nothing to do.
Same as yesterday, nothing’s new.
So I took a trip to the attic to look for words and a view.
The crisp winter color of sky and water, reflected in deep icy blue.
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The cobwebs hang heavy, there’s nothing new to explore.
Cold and flustered I stumbled back to the steps and slammed the door.
I went back downstairs and took some time to reflect.
Those things worth finding shouldn’t be that hard to detect.
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Unless of course what seems lost, was never really had.
Though loses always remembered, it’s the forgotten that make us sad.
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I went back upstairs where memories go to rest.
Pushing through the spider’s webs, to that place I like best.
It’s just a seldom seen pane of glass that compares to no other.
It’s a picture perfect painting, painted in the seasons changing color.
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I sat upon a shaky box hiding something long forgot.
Steamy breath fogged the glass creating what can’t be bought
I viewed the shifting shades of pinks and blues that end every day.
Then I shared the chill with the fading sun falling into the bay.
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Turning from dusk to shades of infinite grays with shadows intertwined.
I lightly step, hands outstretched and leave my little pane behind.
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