Month: September 2016

Morning (non-Haiku) Triku – Pearls of Wisdom

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That Stinks

If the world were my

oyster, I’d be shucked, since I

don’t enjoy seafood.

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Shaping Reality

Pearls true round seldom found,

they are but nature’s waste.

More are found truer round,

when man made of cheaper paste.

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Appraising Tomorrow

Diamond’s when new sell quite a few.

Yet these gems of old are barely sold.

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I Saw Today

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(Memories of birthdays past)

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I saw today my baby’s start

 Opened her eyes and stole my heart

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 I saw today her smile at me

 We brought her home, safe as can be

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 I saw today her tucked in bed

 Gently leaned over to kiss her head

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 I saw today my baby weep

 Snuggled her gently back to sleep

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 I saw today my baby eat

 Covered from head to little feet

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 I saw today my baby sit

 Then fell over in a giggle fit

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 I saw today my baby crawl

 Tried to escape down the hall

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 I saw today my baby stand

 Holding my finger in her hand

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 I saw today my baby walk

 Then soon after began to talk

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 I saw today my baby run

 Laughing and screaming, having  fun

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 I saw today her surprise art

 The wall and it shall never part

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 I saw today she bruised her knee

 Climbed too high and fell from the tree

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 I saw today her play tattoo

 0n her belly, red, green and blue

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I saw today her find a cat

Opened the door and that was that

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I saw today her ride a bike

Though too young to be off  her  trike

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I saw today she learned to swim

Tub’s full, splashes over the rim

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I saw today her play a song

Tiny violin with bow so long

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I saw today my baby grew

She had to shop for something new

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I saw today her off to school

Not holding hands, acting cool

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I saw today she was funny

On the coach napping with bunny

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I saw today her go to the dance

Just for fun and not for romance

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I saw today her drive a car

I hope she doesn’t go too far

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I saw today her graduate

Then off to college, she’ll do great

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I saw today my baby grown

Off to the city, on her own

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I saw today her new career

Making art for people to wear

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I saw today she’s just like us

The best of both, with little fuss

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The Beginning

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Bunny

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I have a best friend, name’s Bunny,

whose age is just the same as me.

Sits on my bed, friends all around,

snuggling close we’re all safe and sound

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We all giggle, think it’s funny,

when I tickle Bunny’s tummy.

Though sometimes sad, trickling tears,

they’re easily dried with fuzzy ears.

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I get big, Bunny stays the same,

destined for greatness and world fame.

Written about in poetry,

posed for art and photography.

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With brush in hand with which to paint,

She’s very patient, no complaint.

Anytime, rainy or sunny,

always there my best friend Bunny.

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By my side always, journeys far.

My companion; plane, train or car,

sharing adventures in daylight,

sharing our dreams every night.

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The End

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Sharing

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People that yell have nothing to say.

People who yawn sleep all day.

People who sniff also smell.

Preachers of lies go to hell.

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Thieves take for their greed.

The meek give when in need.

The globe’s split by distant light.

Half is day. Half is night.

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Half is X. Half is Y.

Thunder booms in forever sky.

Drowning reason with buoyant screams.

Pushed and pulled to all extremes.

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Hiding behind a glass veneer.

The mirror see’s we all don’t share.

But share we must our only place.

For life’s reflection, not a race.

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The End

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My Pencil

My pencil in hand – mind set free
Erasing the chains binding me
Safe in my world of poetry
A better friend there cannot be

No rhyme or reason there’s to flee
No shackles of society
No meter of conformity
No question of sincerity

No judge, jury or guilty plea
No door can stop my slender key
I’ll wander through infinity
Another side of life’s journey

Draw lines that know no boundary
Return with words for all to see
Arrange them well – create beauty
Then thank my little piece of tree

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The Writers Block

On the edges of town unseen
Rents are low, space unclean
Rooms stacked high, all eyes to sky
Standing tall to die or lie

Looking down to sit it out
Hearing only another’s shout
Sleep beckons if you dare
Wasting away today’s nightmare

Hallways linger, stairs to climb
The roof’s the answer just one time
Seconds count days made
Weeks blind night’s shade

Darkness eases the morning light
A choice to choose to pick a fight
Ideas rhyme yet make no sense
Timely babble of now and whence

Mind’s clear but for fog
This tale needs an epilogue
The prologue screams for its end
Borrowed time free to lend

Random words slapped in place
Precise meaning slaps my face
Conclusions rushed making time
All indivisible in our prime

Neighbors wave in disgust
Tidal changes of love and lust
The future awaits, now once more
Now to only find the door

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My Friend and Me

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When I was small, my friend was tall.

Through my window it watched me grow.

Friends always near though winters bare.

Waiting for spring, leaves green, birds sing.

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Sit in the shade, memories made.

Arms are growing, leaves are glowing.

Branches so high – climb to the sky.

Or ride the swing, picnic to bring.

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Then soon its fall, colors for all.

Float to the ground – pile in a mound.

Jump in and play, brisk autumn day.

Another year past all sprouting fast.

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Leaves shake, wind blows, hot days, cold snows.

We’ve stood together in all-weather.

But when I’m all grown, out on my own.

I’ll miss my tree and it’ll miss me.

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The End

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