The will of the wind with the air that be,
summons the roar from a silent sea.
When this air too shall roar,
a mighty sea bombards a shore
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When the wind and sea collude-
all’s consumed all the more.
Can a roaring wind be silenced-
or will it roar for evermore?
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A question answered best in rhyme;
The shores are life, the sea is time.
The air is those around us, crying to be free.
And the wind with its will – a roaring poet be.
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There’s little more pleasant than a summer breeze,
cooling the senses, sure to please.
Bliss is felt across our skin.
The sun is falling. Let the starlight begin.
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Circuitous
Yin and Yang’s never
just black and white, but it is
always circular.
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Foresight
With age comes brighter
introspection, for the dark
is to near sighted.
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Just a Peek
Know thyself, climb high,
peaks fleeting, limits unknown –
unless exceeded.
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I feel a masterpiece is on the way.
But don’t look now, it’s not today.
I’ll write it all in a lyrical rhyme.
I’ll write of joy and precious time.
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I’ll write of life and of love.
I’ll write of stars that shine above.
I’ll write of places that we’ve seen.
And the quiet times in between.
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We’ve delightful dinners with lovely views,
and our times together with no shoes.
I’ll write of walks in the sand.
I’ll write of sunsets hand in hand.
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I feel this masterpiece is well underway.
I feel it growing every day.
Now volumes I’ll write of loving you.
With a lifetime ahead before it’s through.
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The first whiff of autumn’s in the air.
A moment new that we’ll all share.
The flowers wilting and sweaters out,
should be ready, there’s never a doubt.
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But each day’s new is always the way.
Only yesterdays are here to stay.
The leaf cycles; green, gold to gone.
To the earth they all are drawn.
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With time comes age for good and bad.
We all cycle forward, happy and sad.
And like the leaf we too shall fall.
Winter’s coming, but not for all.
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A new year begins with the start of school.
The days will be busy and our evenings cool.
Jackets we’ll need for our trips to the beach.
Sunsets we’ll miss, they’ve much to teach.
Time brings change as the seasons show.
With seeds now planted our love will grow.
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Just in case I’ve nothing to say,
I’m writing tomorrow’s poem today.
Factoring for unpredictability,
it’s the future I now can see.
I love you tomorrow as I do today.
And day after day that’s what I’ll say.
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A quiet calm’s befallen,
the morning sky’s blue.
A bit of a chill’s in the air,
life feels brand new.
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Music fills my head,
my body starts to sway.
Tribulation’s now are past,
the future starts today.
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The groove’s now returning,
today’s looking bright.
Every step becomes a dance,
toe to toe all night.
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Tomorrow is another day,
yet to be a song.
But with love most duly noted,
the laughter will be strong.
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It’s been a while since I spoke of love,
that precious gift sent from above.
It fills our days with joy and bliss.
Thoughts consumed with our next kiss.
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Eyes will open to a brand new day,
life is perfect, come what may.
Souls awakened with a simple glance.
Dreams are lived with our romance.
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Passion exudes on your smiling face.
Troubles evaporate without a trace.
Tomorrow’s welcomed, as are more.
If a lion I’d surely roar.
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If a kitten I’d loudly purr,
wishing to play and they’d concur.
I’ve said enough, at least, for now.
But there’ll be more, this I vow.
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It begins a story without an end.
It’s a tale untold but it will be penned.
There may be no heroes or villains to see.
It could be written for you or me.
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It might be a song or poetry.
It may be undervalued but never free.
It could be too short but can’t be too long.
Perspectives vary between right and wrong.
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While some chapters weak others will be strong.
Some may possibly rise above the throng.
Some parts will be happy, some will be sad.
There will always be both but that’s not so bad.
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Note always the things that make you glad.
Notice the trends that aren’t just a fad.
Honest words lived you’ll need never defend.
And when the cover closes you will transcend.
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The earth is but a pebble,
yet it’s so much more.
We wake there every morning,
this we know for sure.
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It hurtles through our galaxy,
yet we’re standing still.
We can try to fly away,
but we never will.
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If we were to leave,
where could we go?
The sky gives many choices,
but an answer we’ll never know.
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Our minds were made to question,
but time’s our only clue.
If we could not think,
what then would we do?
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Would we then survive,
living like bugs or beasts?
Could we ever imagine,
lives without its feasts?
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Or would we just devolve,
returning to mere dust?
The cosmos our destination,
where the unknown we’re then thrust.
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Our pebble we’d then follow,
attracted by its force,
Our lives would then not matter,
unless we changed our course.
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Brittle lips and inflamed eyes,
Cast away on wind-swept skies.
Drifts deepen in a sandy haze.
Mind wanders to rainy days.
When gloom now seems bright.
That oasis of a chilly night.
Snowflakes kiss your rosy nose.
Moonlight eclipsed on a face that glows.
Then melts away as mirages do.
When icy hearts break in two.
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In dreamy state a big-top thrives.
Welcomes the circus of our lives.
Shady flaps billow to all that is unknown.
Roaring beast in the dark, where the meat is thrown.
Nervous laughter fills what was the calm.
A gypsy knows the future by the fortune in our palm.
The cranks forever stiffen that wind up the band.
The irony of love, a ride through tube in hand.
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Though it last, never least, mirrors that consume.
Reflections haunt endlessly in this shattered room.
Though time runs out, lines move on as they always do.
Clowns singing for their blood say goodbye to you.
Escaping through a tiny hole, between the grains of sand.
A journey to continue to find the love on which to stand.
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I think we should all have bunny ears,
designating our merits over the years.
Lengths long lost hurting others,
heights higher helping sisters and brothers.
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Success’s measured in fractions of a hair.
A few points added for additional flair.
Color’s welcome, natural’s best.
Blue’s unseen when none’s stressed.
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A bunny ear board could endorse promotions.
The bunny brigade would enforce demotions.
The lazy whither though no harm’s done.
Evil ones snipped for they deserve none.
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Straight-up or floppy, some tied in a knot,
eerie presentations always say a lot.
Sadness droops and lies alert,
the bigger the hop the less inert.
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Nothing’s unheard of or misunderstood,
when all’s heard and all heard is good.
A world’s more sharing when more’s the same,
less careless flipping of coins for the game.
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Life could be more than winning the bet,
when what you see is what you get.
That’s why I think we should all grow a pair.
Then tend our garden with the greatest of care.
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I lay awake throughout the night,
ponder do I of what to write.
The morning comes and again I rise.
The page sits blank before my eyes.
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My head’s foggy the skies clear,
air’s cool and autumn’s near.
My love slumbers, her heat I feel.
My heart warms to what’s now real.
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A morning ritual loved so much;
I kiss her forehead with a gentle touch.
Hours to pass for her to rise,
a poem awaits her sleepy eyes.
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Smiles and kisses we then share.
Our need for each other we’re much aware.
My mind now settled and troubles cease.
Another day’s begun with love, joy and peace.
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Time for time-out it’ll end soon.
Dug in the yard with mom’s good spoon.
She’s had it since her wedding day.
Used just for holidays, not play.
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I said that it was shaped just right,
to dig a trench where armies can fight.
Needs to be deep but not too wide.
Had to dig fast so they can hide.
*
Buried far down just like a tomb.
Guarding treasure found in your room.
Found in a box high on a chest.
It’s the booty pirates like best.
*
I must protect those shiny things:
chains, charms, bracelets, baubles and rings.
Hid them good, remembered the map.
But then forgot after my nap.
*
To help me dig I found a pet.
The best digger there is I’ll bet.
Finished our yard then went next door.
Found nothing, ran off to dig more.
*
Chased our cat high up in the tree.
Grandma called the police for me.
Her nurse had to help make the call.
The police came, that isn’t all.
*
While chasing his dog that I found,
the man fell from holes in the ground.
He said he’ll sue, just wait and see.
I said it was his dog, not me.
*
His face was red, limping away.
But grandma’s heart will be okay.
And I have some more good news.
While digging today, I wore no shoes.
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They’re nice and clean and tucked away.
I’ll try no pants some other day.
Though mess was made with my bare feet,
I cleaned it up with hose and sheet.
*
Pushed all the water out the door.
Then to your room, I cleaned some more.
Too bad the hose didn’t quite reach.
I luckily then found the bleach.
*
You’ll smile when you turn on the light.
I know you like things clean and white,
with spots of color here and there.
You’ll surely hug your little dear.
*
I’m glad you’re home early today.
Don’t believe what the neighbors say.
The rescue came, Dad’s all right.
Not much pain, he’ll wake by tonight.
*
Go to the doctor, I’ll just wait.
I’ll be good and won’t stay up late.
I missed lunch; I’ll make us a snack.
Fix the chair dad broke with his back.
*
He climbed too high to find his keys,
lost his balance from wobbly knees.
I found some socks to wrap dad’s head.
Then found soldiers under my bed.
*
Recalled the mission to be done.
Ran downstairs to start the fun.
Found no spoons not already bent.
But then found yours and out I went.
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And that’s where my story began.
Now come sit close mom, hold my hand.
I know that time-outs hurt you too.
But when it’s done I’ll still love you.
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The End
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My silent alarm, works every day.
Dreams of coffee wafting my way.
I get up quick to make water hot.
Then longingly watch the drips in the pot.
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When half way full the process proceeds.
The quest begins for the rest of my needs,
A big cup, of course, some sugar and cream.
And something to stir a new coffee dream.
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My brew perks away then perks me up.
There’s nothing better than a second cup.
To sip and to savor and share the sunrise.
The beauty’s doubled with wide open eyes.
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I think it’s the drink I drink the most,
Columbian, Sumatra or a dark French Roast.
Whole-bean or ground, instant or drip,
They all taste great from the very first sip.
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Winter hands on a hot mug are nice.
In the summer it’s refreshing with ice,
Or a flavorful syrup or tasty ice cream.
Chocolate covered beans, better than they’d seem.
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Coffee’s always dessert after desserts.
But it can stain teeth, pants and shirts.
A treat always perfect to end a long day,
A book, a snack and a decaf, my way.
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Huddled comfy in a favorite chair,
Sharing the quiet with a loved-one near.
Til pages blur and sleepy eyes meet,
Then goodnight kisses and a last sip that’s sweet.
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I enjoy getting up early to watch the sun rise.
I like to see the darkness turn to bright blue skies.
I try to write each morning when my head is truly clear.
The words come from someplace but I don’t know where.
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I haven’t written a love poem since I don’t know when.
Of course I’m still in love, more than I was then.
But I can’t control my pencil, it might be controlling me.
Because when the paper fills, I can hardly wait to see.
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I’m hoping for a love poem that I can share today.
I’ll wake my darling soon and “I love you” I will say.
I’d love to read her poem while she sips her morning brew.
And the kisses that come after is all I want to do.
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Perhaps it’s just a phase or these crazy times we’re in.
But it seems like a long time since I made my sweetheart grin.
I see this page is filling and a love poem it’s not quite.
But there will be tomorrows, then a poem for her I’ll write.
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A dream lucid, vivid and in 3D,
my arms reach out, she’s there for me.
Adoring eyes gaze my way,
the gaze returned every day.
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Hands touching, skin tingling,
bodies quiver and whispers mingling.
Lips breathing life into a tired soul,
a renaissance shared my only goal.
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Her glowing smile warms my heart;
love’s felt embraced or apart.
And with our last kiss goodnight,
my only wish is my morning light.
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Eggs fall
Nature’s call
Larva fed
Caterpillars Crawl
Chrysalis shed
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Night’s dead
Days light
Winged flight
Body fuels
Future’s bright
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Rainbow jewels
Seeds tools
Journeys flew
Life freed
Rebirth anew
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There’ll be no time for play today.
Because today’s adventure day.
We’re off to clean grandma’s shed.
Door so low dad bumps his head.
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Lots of stuff for us to see.
Each thing has its own history.
There’s: rakes, shovels, mowers and pails,
Tires and wheels, old boat sails.
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A big and rusty nut-less bolt
And a shoe for a shoe-less colt,
Sleds and skis, skates, paddles and oars,
Broken windows and old wood doors.
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Crates and bins, barrels and jars,
guitar made from box of cigars,
Dad’s reaching for things up high.
Mom thumbs a scrapbook, tear in eye.
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The treasure’s you find when you look;
cushion for chair and long lost book,
toy box from when dad was a kid
with missing hinge and broken lid.
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I had to put that one aside.
To fill with treasure that I’ll hide.
And keep it safe for mom and dad
with memories, adventures had.
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Sheds empty, our jobs half way.
Sifting and sorting all long day.
Next are lunch and maybe a nap.
Then spend some time on grandma’s lap.
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To the street go things we don’t use;
hand less clock and half pair of shoes.
Forgotten treasures go away.
Some I’ll keep while others will stay.
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It’s grandma’s play house in the shade.
But in the yard five piles we made.
One to save, two we don’t know,
one’s maybe, the small one can go.
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So many things for grandma to do,
when our shed adventure is through .
She can paint pictures or pot plants,
maybe yoga – go in a trance.
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A final sweep and all is clean.
The nicest shed I’ve ever seen.
Now’s time to put back things to keep.
All stacked neat, not too high or deep.
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The dust is gone that made us sneeze.
But no space left for new hobbies.
Dads hurt his back, moms tummy aches.
From our lunch of burgers and shakes.
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But grandma’s happy and me too.
We’re all glad the mission is through.
Our adventure had, job well done.
Memories made of having fun.
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Dad’s old chest safe under my bed.
Memories tucked safe in my head.
And now’s time to say goodnight.
Adventure’s done, out goes the light.
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The End
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I wake each day with the rising sun.
Time is shared with laughter and fun.
Passion is felt with every embrace.
Heart beats race to see her face.
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Years have passed, now I’ve a clue.
Love’s made easy loving you.
Day’s begin with a good morning kiss.
Evening’s remiss not snuggled in bliss.
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Bonds are made; both strong and weak.
The past was only just a peek.
Thoughts can often cloud the mind.
Though with one in kind, love’s to find.
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Answers are found in plain sight.
The stars will guide our every night.
Questions asked now foretold.
Forever to hold will never grow old.
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I’ll dream us a dream much better than good.
A dream we’ll dream as we should.
A dream we’ll dream every day.
The stars wouldn’t have it any other way.
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We’ll awake each day to dreamy eyes.
The sun will shine through the grayest of skies.
Our dream will live on as it should.
Our lives will be much better than good.
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