Author: Rhymesalot

Whom Me

There’s another me I’ve yet to see.
And this other me won’t let this one be.
Both see with my eyes and screw with my head.
But only one’s good, the other better off dead.
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Never certain whom will wake,
or the trouble they will make.
Their highs often go way, way too far,
their lows always leaving a scar.
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I need to know from where this comes,
who eats cake and who gets crumbs?
This rollercoaster must soon stop,
but then a merry-go-round I will hop.
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I’m forcing this poem for a change,
may not be good but surely strange.
And maybe someday we can all agree,
whom the f*** is the real me.

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Make Poems Great Again

A fetish for takers and feckless of makers,
believers of fakers and the muckrakers,
a sea of red buttons seen from above,
swaying to orange for whom they love.
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The air is heated with hate that’s spewed.
But that’s cool if already screwed.
Mirrors shine on what’s not there,
while reflection dulls what’s to fear.
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A line in the ocean’s making waves,
digging ever deeper graves.
Float if be as bobbing naves,
but beware or soon be slaves.
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No half or full with no cup,
once buried there is no up.
What lies below lies above,
only truth can raise all with love.

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Eye Yai Yai

With simple words this message to a friend.
A message simply wished to never send.
A note of thanks for tender words shared.
And faith of more in time’s unprepared.
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Good morning “Good Mornings” shall forever persist.
And those bad we’ll forever resist.
Though our presence here’s solely virtual,
your positivity resonates perpetual.
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With strength and kindness felt far and wide,
you’ve the friendship of many by your side.
Our pasts reflect on all we do.
And future’s to sparkle when again I see you.

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Sensations

Tis a life of trials and tribulations,
with moments of wonder and frustrations.
A heart fluxed twixt flutters and fibrillations
The mind perplexed with expectations.
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Paths all leading to unknown destinations,
time filled with instantaneous calibrations.
Strengths solidified learning limitations.
And love, perhaps tomorrow, no reservations.

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Sunday

As the time grows near,
anticipation grows to fear.
First meetings are always hard,
but at least a page for the bard.
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Black or white or shades of plaid,
good or bad an experience had.
A pleasant day and a pleasant lunch,
tomorrow’s unknown, but a hunch.
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Sparks yet to fly,
there’s no twinkle in the eye,
a goodbye hug with space between,
love at first sight not felt or seen.
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A future call will say it all,
will there be a summer or a fall.
Days ahead, there’s a bunch,
more pleasant times and yet another lunch.

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Just Barely a Story

This is just a story so please bear in mind,
I’m barely a writer so please be kind.
I’m trying not to write of beer, bears or being bare,
though a nude, drunken bear a fun story to share.
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Sometimes inspiration flows.
Other times it’s I don’t knows.
Some days the sun shines bright.
Others, it’s forever night.
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Now back to bears, just a quick sidebar.
It won’t take long, I won’t go far.
Once upon a time there were surely more than three.
And some lived in houses like you and me?
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The thought of that requires consideration,
but better still observation.
So with the flow starting to show,
it’s off to the forest I go.
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Hours pass and sleep consumes.
The night unseen and sunshine resumes.
A hearty breakfast with tea and honey,
yesterday’s dread now seems funny.
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Oh! I have to stop; I’ve run out of time.
I found their beer and I’m full of rhyme.
But now imagining fear because near are the bear.
I’ll find my clothes later, I don’t care.

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Wishful Springing

A little note wishing all a happy spring,
it’s time for rebirth and the joy it brings.
Days grow warmer with sunshine long.
Mornings greeted with nature’s song.
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Birds and bees awe with their aerial dance.
Colors blossom and the scents of flora enhance.
A new world beckons and eyes gleam.
Hearts thaw and minds again dream.

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Today’s the Day

Assuming today’s to be the last,
yesterdays are only the past.
Tomorrow’s come to fast.
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Accepting every day’s the same,
nights pass, the day’s to blame.
Tomorrows come as yesterday came.
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Acknowledging all’s new,
yet lacking yesterday’s clue
Tomorrow’s risen oft black and blue.
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Anticipating each day’s the first,
yesterday’s filled quenching thirsts.
Tomorrows pass endlessly submersed.
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Assuring each day’s bright,
yesterday’s end with good night.
Tomorrow simply see the light.

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Sum Time

Reality is different for us all.
Some will rise while others fall.
Though our time and space is the same,
some whither, for others fame.
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Our state of mind has its say,
whether black, white or shades of gray.
The blues surround in the color of sky.
Is it bright asking why?
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Optimism and pessimism play a role,
highs and lows take their toll.
Counting blessings don’t always add up.
Half’s irrelevant with a hole in our cup.
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Reflection and introspection yield clues.
But not all answers bring good news.
Happiness being just a smile away,
I’ll seek yet again another day.

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Comfortably Perplexed

Today’s poem’s not a poem at all.
Seems the flow has hit the wall.
The change in season’s what I suspect.
A change in me I don’t detect.
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The blues behind, green’s on its way,
what happens next I can’t say.
Sometime a stick of wood is just that.
Or it can start a fire or built a habitat.
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And with each box we’ve many strikes.
Some were used when we were tykes.
The rest we save for those rainy days,
when again they’ll guide our ways.
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Jumbled metaphors run through my mind.
A start or end I can not find.
Perhaps now stopping is best.
It’s getting late, I need some rest.

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Dwelling

The sun’s rising on a happy note.
Music’s low, eyes open to what she wrote.
Spirit’s high and excitement’s felt.
Colorful words shared and dwelt.
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The sky’s brightening to pastel hues.
Old snow absorbs winter’s blues.
Each day wanes its frosty reflection.
Moments are waiting of pure perfection.
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Warming’s new, thawing on its way.
Lives freshly created every day.
Images stage what’s perceived.
Minds arrange what’s deceived.
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Visions form words, words become visions.
Answer’s clear but for decisions.
As is the suns rise and fall, without doubt.
Our projection, this day’s about.

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Longings

Suspended in the depths of gloom and despair,
there death is longed and life’s feared.
Where darkness consumes all’s lost,
with one breath the line crossed.
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But that’s not today and that’s good.
The sun’s shining as it should.
The air chilled but warming’s near.
Spring’s now longed, none’s to fear.

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Spring’s Returning

Thanks to all my many a friend.
My heart and mind’s on the mend.
The road behind bumpy and long,
twists and turns, some wrong.
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Paths ahead are better viewed;
time’s taught life’s skewed.
All that’s known is there’s usually doubt.
But the ups and downs average out.
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Like suns and moons we all rise and set.
And with changing seasons we freeze or sweat.
Grounding’s found in what’s always there,
the love of friends with time we share.

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101

Charting points of worry and worth,
noted a pattern of mindset and mirth.
Positives charge with a forward flow.
Negatives draw from cycles that glow.
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Graphically clear’s lines emerge.
And time’s plotting more to surge.
The future’s what we’ll become,
when the whole is the sum.

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Upon a Time

In search of a fairy tale one slipped my gaze,
tis the tale of ordinary days.
There still be pirates that roam the seas.
Kings and queens still do what they please.
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Animals speak and ease our fear,
wheels launch and cycles steer.
In the sky on wings we glide.
In castles fortified we seek and hide.
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Space is felt between the lines.
Time’s lost when the cover confines.
Peace is eluded when parts anoint.
Love’s drawn to illustrate our point.
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There’s joy to read in a child’s eyes.
To overlook the smile dies.
Stories told, life’s to chart,
character’s cast from the start.

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Backdate

Been writing introspectively of late,
it’s been months and months without a date.
How much longer must I wait?
I need a break, that’ll be great.
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Soon the winter will dissipate.
And a sunny forecast I anticipate.
But paths will always deviate,
the twists and turns we can all relate.
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Questions arise without debate.
Answer’s befallen of luck or fate.
Time uncharted I blindly navigate.
My soul wanders without a mate.
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Sonnets await the love to create.
Feelings and desires never abate.
A head in the clouds carries their weight.
But a heart enlightened is never too late.

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