Possibly
With love all things are
possible, without, all things
are merely more things.
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Irony
Ironically,
the most valuable time
is free time spent well.
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Little Things
Transportation is
moving things. Transition is
the movement of minds.
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Some days I feel great,
others, not that well.
I wake each day not knowing,
if it’s good or a living hell.
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I’ve no reason to be grumpy,
or knock myself around.
I know I should be happy,
still vertical on this ground.
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I don’t have any enemies,
if so, I’m not aware.
But the image in the mirror,
often gives me an evil stare.
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There really is no reason,
but I question my every move.
I should learn to just relax,
enjoying this summer groove.
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Thoughts run through my mind,
from where I can not say.
So far my head is quite,
let’s hope it lasts all day.
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Little note symphony
Music to our ears
The blissful gurgling sounds
Of our little dears
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Little note symphony
The music we love to hear
Little feet stomp the ground
Thumping crisp and clear
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Little note symphony
Brings us all to tears
Little voices screaming loud
Cherish those early years
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Little note symphony
Time’s we’ve heard to fear
Pots and pans banging proud
And only gets worse from there
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Little note symphony
Curtains fall with gleeful cheer
Precious silence to be found
Concerts enjoyed free of care
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Little note symphony
It’s so awfully quiet here
A phone ringing now astounds
Hopes of many words to share
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The End
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A boat ride changed my life,
the sun soon to rise.
The air brisk, I didn’t care,
answers await my eyes.
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The sky begins to glow,
my vision’s now in view.
Time seemed to stop,
my life’s now to do.
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My feet hit the ground,
head stuck in the clouds.
Peace finally at hand,
no bustling of the crowds.
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The gulls sang me welcome,
the trees waved hello.
A path leads me forward,
my future to bestow.
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Day turned into night,
stars guide my way.
Memories flood my mind,
the past, I have no say.
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Questions were abound,
slumber won the race.
Awakened by a breeze,
little kisses on my face.
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My plan now in limbo,
storm clouds filled the skies.
My lesson was then learned,
truth’s behind the eyes.
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I’m on a quest for a treasure chest.
No pirate will stand in my way.
My maps were all in order.
My journey started that day.
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My ship was ready to sail.
The sky was blue and clear.
The breeze filled my lungs.
The time was growing near.
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Sunset ended a beautiful day.
Then the wind began to blow.
The rain soon was drenching.
My crew all hid below.
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I manned the helm alone.
The sails I couldn’t adjust.
Lost and tossed in darkness.
I had to better my best.
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The night felt never-ending.
My eyes began to close.
The air grew bitterly cold.
I couldn’t feel my toes.
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Sunrise was surely welcome.
The rain began to wane.
The crew decided to join me.
They saw I was in pain.
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I ate a hearty breakfast.
Then they all began to clean.
My sails were all mended.
The best I’d ever seen.
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Spirits returned to normal.
Good cheer was felt by all.
Then days dragged on forever.
Soon it would be the fall.
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The navigator came on deck.
He had some terrible news.
Our location was unknown.
The maps shed no clues.
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Half whispered of a mutiny.
The rest was on my side.
Surprise was on their faces.
The fear they couldn’t hide.
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The crew grew more impatient.
Our quest should’ve been done.
The lookout then spied an island.
It glowed in the noon day sun.
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The boats then quickly lowered.
My crew abandoned ship.
I left standing all alone.
I wished to end this trip.
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Another month had passed.
Then a ship came into view.
I was now found safe.
But no word of my crew.
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I was angry for their failure.
I thought I was to die.
For this quest was sure to fail.
When the crew was only I.
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I hope a lesson learned.
That help we all will need.
And me, myself and I,
always sounds like greed.
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My quest is not forgotten.
A new ship I will find.
A new crew will be hired.
And to them I’ll be more kind.
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For every high there’s a low.
Without the rain there is no rainbow.
Without a fire there is no heat.
Hearts of ice seldom meet.
Pasts haunt and futures feared.
Inward bound or life shared.
Time is never what it seems.
Joyous am I you’re in my dreams.
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Puddled quill, a poet be
Inky shadows, light to see
Rest on well, tasting never
Awaken sun, rain is glee
Oceans spill when feathers free
Birds in flight swim forever
What is found, given thee
Thirsty hands to quench the sea
Where not to ask why is to err
Where those who sink, never flee
How? Is to ask for the key
Those who don’t, don’t ever
Quill remiss begs heavy plea
The pond’s dry, no sweetened tea
When flightless fish, this poet be
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Good morning all, the day is bright.
Let’s sip our coffee then we’ll write.
The night is done, the demons at rest.
Pick up your pens, time to be best.
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We’ll reflect upon yesterday’s past,
the good and bad that didn’t last.
Check the boxes in columns we’ve made.
And erase the X’s we hope will fade.
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The mission begins with a feeling or word.
The march is forward, never deterred.
Ideas explode and emotions guide.
Pages fill with what others would hide.
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The rush then over, a battle won.
Some bring tears while others fun.
Sheets bare awaken surprise.
Good morning all lets open our eyes.
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I woke today the sky was gray,
not a speck of blue in sight.
Plans may change or rearrange,
though together the day’s bright.
The sun will set with no regret,
and in your eyes I’ll see starlight.
Evening embraced with you I’m graced,
till dreams follow of our day’s delight.
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Today’s my day.
Maybe yours as well.
It may not be heaven,
but it sure ain’t hell.
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There’s a chill in the air.
The sky’s a cold gray.
It’s my only day off.
But there’s rain all day.
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That’s O.K. my coffee’s hot.
And my boots are dry.
Adventures are waiting.
And I’m gonna try.
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My pockets are empty.
And so’s my old car.
I guess I’ll be walking.
I don’t need to go far.
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So, it’s off to the library,
that’s always fun.
Good friends await.
And our adventure’s begun.
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No matter where I stand.
I am me.
Time changes from dark to light.
I am me.
Love triumphed and vanished.
I am me.
Inspiration’s jubilation, defeat’s depressing.
I am me.
Today defines tomorrow.
I am me.
I will overcome.
I am me.
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My buttocks hurt and my knuckles crack.
What drives me forward can drag me back.
My eyes are tired and my head is sore.
My hands are cramped, I can write no more.
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My pages are filled with useless stuff.
And one more verse is never enough.
Pencils grow dull as does my brain.
But each day silent leaves a stain.
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Though deep down I know the truth.
The haunt persists from my youth.
I’ve something to say, but what is unclear.
Answers will come but not this year.
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A resolution needed this time around.
Try harder I must for I am bound.
The calendar says I’m almost there.
Glasses raised a toast we’ll share.
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A new day begins with much to do.
Sunnier thoughts will eclipse the blue.
A cushion I’ll buy for my favorite chair.
Words will flow like a breath of fresh air.
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Volumes will fill with the funniest of lines.
A chapter reserved for my sweet valentines.
I’ll rise from sleep as each day’s the first.
I’ll sip my coffee then quench my thirst.
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Reflecting upon the time long past,
how the future sneaks up too fast.
And if nothing to leave advice I can give.
“Live out your dreams and a dream you shall live.”
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Every June mulberries bloom
Calling to birds from afar
Oh what a joyous sight it is
But for purple poops on my car
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In search of a new aesthetic,
I’m waxing a wanning poetic.
The ups and downs prophetic,
the results sometimes pathetic.
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The sun has now fully risen,
I’m trapped in my mind’s own prison.
Bound to a rickety mizzen,
today’s breeze has yet arisen.
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In blissful times I long to be,
up in the clouds I feel free.
On earth I’m just another me,
sink or swim’s the rule of the sea.
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But rules were meant to be broken,
this cliché’s this breaker’s token.
Pathetic penning awoken,
though words are louder when spoken.
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So, I’ll scream all day if I must,
options usually boom or bust.
Passion is both love and lust,
poetry is and sometimes just.
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Dreams lie,
poets cry.
Change’s new,
writing’s blue.
Hearts torn,
minds worn.
Sleepless nights,
emotion ignites.
Passion’s hot,
indecision’s not.
Seeking clues,
negativity spews.
Future’s debatable,
perfection’s unattainable.
Happiness eludes,
fear exudes.
Trust questioned,
turmoil’s destined.
Bodies tired,
decision’s required.
Feelings askew,
answers few.
Love shared,
time’s dared.
Yesterday’s die,
tomorrows fly.
Today’s through.
What am I to do?
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Yield
When frustration stays
Stress and anxiety start
Depression follows
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Stop
Writers block happens
Writing writes its own right time
Minds need recharging
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Go
The signs never clear
Signals usually crossed
Paths always lead on
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A numerically nuanced poet’s tryst,
darts on parchment creating a list.
There are columns two, one for kissed,
marginal notes so nil is missed.
Lovers or not, friends a lot,
harmonious hallucinations and those forgot.
Brain freezes and the hellfire hot,
infatuations and heartbreaks got.
Or columns three the now to see,
minimizing minutiae, no space free.
Summations summarized, calcs agree,
obvious observed and we equals we.
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Gifted by your presence each and every day,
whether joyous times together or a call when away.
In my mind your vision’s crystal clear.
And in my heart your love’s always near.
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***
Perspective’s the Point
Renaissance people
love and share to forever grow,
rebirth’s far too slow.
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Ills to Frills
Hate kills and love thrills.
Words will chill with fiery quills.
Never still pays bills.
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YOU’RE FIRED!
Hatred in the heart
cedes peace to heat in the head,
when one dies, two dead.
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Stuck inside my head today, it’s not a good place to be.
It gets pretty lonely in here, just me and me.
A place so dark, blues are bright.
My body aches, yet alone I fight.
The same million thoughts all run around.
The same old shit knocks me to the ground.
A door is here.
I know somewhere.
I’ll bang my head around one more time.
A crack may appear, again I’ll rhyme.
Again I’ll love, again I’ll care.
Again I’m free, but do I dare.
Static by day and charge by night,
two negatives don’t make a right.
But sleep will come eventually.
Work will follow unfortunately.
Then home again alone with me,
my Monday night mystery, yet to be.
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I heard a story when I was away.
It happened last year on New Year’s Day.
A man and his wife went out for a walk.
The beach was deserted, they had a talk.
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No one knew what the two spoke about.
But it didn’t take long for them to shout.
The women ran back and checked out in haste.
The man was gone, his existence erased.
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The spa was closed and the police had a look.
A comb was found with a watch and a book.
The detective knew that everything’s a clue,
later that day they found a lone shoe.
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The sun soon setting, the search had to wait.
The police returned the next day before eight.
Records were checked and fingerprints taken.
Nothing was found but the detective unshaken.
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Seems the couple paid everything in cash.
The deputy examined all of the trash.
The book, he exclaimed, the best clue they had.
There was also the shoe but that smelled bad.
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The watch looked expensive but not all that nice.
The comb was filthy and covered with lice.
The detective re-examined all of the clues.
The phone then rang, he hoped for good news.
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A body washed up on the beach overnight.
By the look of his face he lost a good fight.
The detective, excited, rushed to his car.
He arrived in minutes, it wasn’t that far.
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Although disappointed when he finally got there.
The man had a watch but he had no hair.
One thing’s for certain, he was missing a shoe.
It was a little too late but now he had two.
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Now two crimes to solve and surely related,
there’d be no rest until the criminal’s located.
Days soon passed but nothing new discovered.
A report then arrived saying the victim was smothered.
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The man was attacked but surely not robbed.
The deputy was called and confessed while he sobbed.
The woman in question was the deputy’s wife.
The dead guy, her lover, had come with a knife.
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The deputy, of course, had worn a disguise.
But tans are evident in those warm, sunny skies.
His wife’s still missing but his watch returned,
it covered the place on his arm not burned.
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The book and the comb, both common beach finds,
returned to the spa and their curious minds.
Apparently I read it but the plot was old.
The next day I heard a more chilling story told.
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My day begins before the sun’s rise.
My cat meows and I open my eyes,
I stumble downstairs and she gets fed.
If the weather’s bad we go back to bed.
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If the weather’s good we’ll stay awake.
I’ll boil some water and coffee I’ll make.
Then off to the porch, facing due east.
The sky lights up and eyes will feast.
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The dark now shed the future’s begun.
We’ve choices to make; good, bad or fun.
I choose fun because that’s always good.
The bad’s unchosen that’s understood.
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An hour passes and sometimes two.
Where the time goes I have no clue.
Often I write or just sit and ponder.
I think of life and what I squander.
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The sun gets high, the workday’s soon.
There’ll be hustle and bustle till late afternoon.
The clock ticks slower thinking of home.
Then back to the porch where minds can roam.
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