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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Inspirational Choices

Euphoria inspires –
with quills of flyers.
Flourishes unite,
consumed we write.

Paid is the price,
life owed thrice.
Costly is consummation;
self, others or inspiration.

Haunted by desire,
time’s no higher.
Wedges divide,
in space we hide.

Sharing time, hearts and minds,
rightly seen writing blinds.
Is balance a lever to be had,
none ever being sad?

Parts whole, time’s inspired,
forwards given give required.
Love conjures unknowns within,
any choice a choice to begin.

~*~
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