Month: June 2018

I Saw Today, Two

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I saw today my baby’s new start.
Her journey forward, lives of love, joy and art.
Now hand in hand fulfilling needs,
on this grassy aisle the future leads.

With a tear moms and dads share,
we part with one to make this pair.
And in this moment two worlds align,
a daughter’s yours and a son is mine.

Yes, I saw today,
two who each adores.
And with forever love and peace,
congratulations to you and yours.

~*~
Steve Kittell
June 30, 2018

Dedicated to my daughter Hannah and soon to be son-in-law Makoto.

 

Trumping Trial-less Tribulations

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Traversing tribulations;
on a quest for better situations,
dreaming dreams of our past,
finding nightmares came to fast.
Parents seeking wages,
find now children in cages.

Sought was a new life,
free from dominance and strife.
But how soon we forget,
our immigrant ancestors wishful bet.

Improving lives without hesitation
was the founding of this new nation.
Salvation given, a new fabric knit.
Kings be damned! “We” was writ.

Now a bum on his throne,
dreams a world he can own.
Manipulating his masses,
heads up their asses.
Wiping tears from wistful eyes,
blurred are lines of trickle down cries.

On a race of superior stupidity,
destruction reigns for pale supremacy.
With tribal fear to defend,
this world they will end.

~*~
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No Static At All

Pick’s in hand, sticks in mind,
harps guide in words I find.
Inspiration meets, greets and fleets.
Hearts feel souls on streets.

Vibrations good, silence strange.
Eyes flicker, scenes change.
A world of waves: hellos, goodbyes.
Exuberance crashes laughs with cries.

Future’s run forward, stepping away.
Winnings cost, losses sway.
Pencil’s sharp to fill the gray.
F M, I’ll beat another day.

~*~
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Forecasting a Past

I’m too old to be a rock star,
too young to drive a big car.
With a Bugs Bunny brain and body of Fudd,
both barrels blaze, half’s a dud.

In my high fidelity cartoon I animate,
pages fanned, notes came late.
Rhythm’s slowed, meter’s now feet,
when the song remains the same chapter’s complete.

Yet I’ve albums to fill and records to break,
while my quill gently weeps for time I ache.

~*~
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A Beautiful Day

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With bay breezes to call our own,
we savored the scents of flora unknown.
We explored a “cottage” of comfort and beauty,
though none as splendid as the beauty with me.

With green eyes glowing and blonde hair flowing,
hand in hand our two hearts knowing.
We’ve art and nature and the joy it brings,
a victrola played and to me she sings.

~*~
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Taking Turns

The future holds tomorrow’s key.
Turn the latch or let it be.
Day and night’s time we see.
Dreams blind, mind’s free.

World’s explored, new people met.
Creatures frolic with no regret.
Wingless we soar without a net.
Color suspends our endless sunset.

But awake we must, we must agree.
Some turn over, some turn the key.

~*~
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No Bad Goodbyes

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Tonight’s goodbyes become tomorrow’s hellos.
The sun rises, waking sky blues and yellows.
Our earth welcoming the day’s green.
Smiles await, the prettiest seen.

Greetings warmed with a hug and kiss.
Sunsets enthrall, never to miss.
Evenings embrace beneath starlit skies.
And tomorrows hellos are tonight’s goodbyes.

~*~
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