Sorry to all for the dribble of late.
It’s been eight weeks since a fateful date.
T’was a muse unamused blew me away.
I left breathless for many a day.
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Now it’s back to second guessing,
till that’s behind I’ve no caressing.
Bemused babblings, not ready to quip,
till then I fear just dribble from a drip.
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With each day we do learn,
life is more than we yearn.
Responsibilities never end,
more to share and to lend.
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We give and take for others sake,
returns in kind for us to make.
Care is given when received.
Truth abounds when not deceived.
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Time propels, weights constrain,
with each second the past we gain.
Hearts and minds of equal measure,
balance stacked for us to treasure.
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Skies brighten and again to dim.
Stars don’t shine on a whim.
Thinking love, feeling wise,
tomorrow’s I hear are before our eyes.
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Moments bear reflection.
Reflections bear distortion.
The past is never as we gaze.
Reality edited with ripples and haze.
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Years float by and framed on a wall.
Steps we make to aide recall.
With each step space’s unfilled.
Moving in haste time is killed.
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In our crypts seconds we save.
The years we take to our grave.
Tomorrows come as yesterday’s go.
Only to remember what we know.
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No news here!
It’s a sunny day,
bright and clear.
Birds sing everywhere.
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Snuck a smoke on the roof,
I could see the town.
The police came,
they got me down.
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Now the sunset,
no news yet.
I missed my supper,
cos I’ve no regret.
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I broke the candy machine,
that made me sad.
But they can’t take breakfast,
for that I’m glad.
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Bed time’s soon,
no news yet.
I like toast with butter,
But I sometimes forget.
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A poet doomed I’ve started believe’n.
The odds it seems much better than even.
T’was born on an even day, month and year.
And I’m a Libra to boot, if you care.
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An INFP, I think that means I feel stuff.
And if that alone wasn’t enough,
I’m fair of skin, odd of weight and six feet even.
A poet doomed and my name’s even Steven.
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Counting the days till days don’t count,
there’ll be no worries or any doubt.
There’s never to be a frown or a pout.
I could stay in or I can go out.
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Counting the days for my time to sprout,
I’ll get up late with nothing to think about.
I can be really quite or scream and shout.
I’ll always be mellow and never freak out.
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Counting the days to assume some clout,
each moment’s new with adventures to scout.
Destinations will be celebrations to tout.
The sun will shine with or without
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Counting the days thought getting stout.
All will be friends, but for the lout.
I’ll need no maps and never to rout.
I’m never locked in or lucked out.
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Counting days before the days run out,
when never a tear or ever a drought.
Choices all mine, all else to flout.
And blessings counted before checking out.
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The irony of poetry is empathy’s hard.
For the poet must feel without regard.
A give and take crossroads born,
the soul deep, the deeper torn.
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The weight of words a heavy load,
if not to express then to implode,
Fictional thought won’t save the day.
The reality is hearts bleed anyway.
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As a boy I walked the beach every day.
I stared at the horizon to find my way.
Visions of tomorrow filled my head;
days without fear and a true love to wed.
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Ripples between obscured the view.
Sink or swim’s all I could do.
Years thrashing to stay afloat,
my life preserver’s gone and I no boat.
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From the storm a distant shore arose.
Memories conjured with sand between her toes.
With a youthful splash and mind in the skies,
yesterday’s future floated before my eyes.
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Was a summer returned, the same and new.
That time’s now gone but dreams came true.
The boy now grown, ending his wait.
If a past meant to be it wouldn’t be late.
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As a boy I walked the beach every day.
I stared at the horizon to find my way.
Visions of tomorrow filled my head;
days without fear and a true love to wed.
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Ripples between obscured the view.
Sink or swim’s all I could do.
Years thrashing to stay afloat,
my life preserver’s gone and I no boat.
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From the storm a distant shore arose.
Memories conjured with sand between her toes.
With a youthful splash and mind in the skies,
yesterday’s future floated before my eyes.
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Was a summer returned, the same and new.
That time’s now gone but dreams came true.
The boy now grown, ending his wait.
If a past meant to be it wouldn’t be late.
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One shouldn’t settle so not to wait.
Fair’s not fair and good’s not great.
Red flags fly so not too late.
Half a heart can’t seal a fate.
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Days pass with us or without.
Some have promise, some doubt.
Some will whisper some will shout.
Some things felt, some thought about.
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We all have faults, some have two.
Some have more, some quite a few.
So know your own, that’ll do.
Then you know what’s best for you.
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Strokes broad and canvas wide,
pros and cons help decide.
Time tells us we cannot hide.
Our choices made; behind or beside.
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I worry about writing, I worry when not.
I worry too much, I worry a lot.
The past I feel and the future I see.
Factor’s deduced and nothing’s free.
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Can it be afforded, an unknowable time?
Can life be spent on rhythm and rhyme?
Can I feel without getting hurt?
Can I grow without eating dirt?
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Chained to my pen, the outside looms.
In dusty volumes this life entombs.
Can pages torn be chapters shared?
If a binding’s broke should fate be dared?
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Sheets to the wind, covers tossed.
My quill floats off, I am lost.
Paces excel and alter trips forgot.
Will the sunshine burn, I worry a lot.
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She was placed on a pedestal.
And I was kicked I the face.
She jumped off.
I fell from grace.
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I let my guard down.
And I exposed my heart.
And in the blink of her eye,
I was missing a part.
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I opened hundreds of doors.
And heard one slammed.
Our time swept smoothly.
And now it’s jammed.
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To express my love,
I took a chance.
I gave her my song.
And she couldn’t dance.
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Past defeats never forgot.
And new ones start, wanted or not.
The future’s now a little shorter.
The time’s past to reorder.
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On a line I stand for another race.
Hurdles tripped to slow the pace.
Miles obscure seconds behind.
Marathons won when a sprint’s to find.
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Running on empty, the finish’s near.
The sun setting, lost again I fear.
Love’s judged, balanced with tension.
Perhaps I’ll sit for honorable mention.
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Four weeks now to the day.
A text though shared, but little to say.
Is a window open, should I slip through?
I do still love her, what am I to do?
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A second chance’s a second guess.
My head says no, my heart says yes.
I’ve now to decide if again to pursue.
Will I still love me if I do?
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I’m still hurt and a little mad.
But I miss her so much it makes me sad.
She broke my heart, snapped it in two.
Did she ever love me, what would she do?
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With love there’s no resolution,
only resolve to move forward.
There are new paths to explore,
with futures to work toward.
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We bleed a little every day,
old wounds reopen and new appear.
Drops shed help to find our way,
but always back to self.
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Horizons await in all directions.
Journey’s sure without regard.
Time shared adds to the years.
So why’s the math so hard?
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Fuel and breath will feed a flame.
When the smoke clears is it the same?
Can a fire rekindle without a spark?
Can we trust when left in the dark?
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Do words of promise reignite a heart?
Will worry engulf from the state?
Answers bellow questions unknown,
two hearts and minds to choose alone.
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If a torched doused without care,
can this match relight the flair?
I’ve decisions to make, but not decide.
Who will share my fireside?
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It’s a neutral day, no ups or downs.
Not many smiles but fewer frowns.
The vibrancy of the past’s gone away.
There’s little to color when mind’s gray.
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I woke today, dreams expired.
Futures drag when uninspired.
When words the medium, life’s art.
I feel a need to write a new start.
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Tomorrows verse never complete.
Pictures in the heart with time compete.
Why should I run when I can rhyme?
Exercise is always worth the time.
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I’ve written of dying, it doesn’t end well.
I wrote of death, questioned heaven and hell.
I scribed my love but that got old.
And of course heartbreak, a story retold.
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So I’ll collect my notes of yesterdays.
I’ll rearrange them in other ways.
And with my yellow wand I’ll wave my hand.
Then reappear to see where I land.
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A heart broken and a headache,
memories treasured some are fake.
What was real now’s unknown,
was a blossoming love bastardly grown.
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Dreams imagined time beyond,
souls follow seeking a bond.
In a flash the heart did know.
The brain debated to and fro.
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Do we conjure a wishful illusion,
blending and blinding with confusion?
Or if not that then something worse,
a love once felt made in reverse.
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The quest now’s for the spark,
for love at first sight in the dark.
Is my view shaded, am I now jaded?
Will sunny yellows glow when the blues faded?
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If love’s to seek, love’s to find.
Who’s less important if not to mind.
Who to ask is where love will begin.
Answers start with the quest within.
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Trapped in a shell fragile and weak,
the mind open, lips leak.
Hands scribe screams unheard.
Hearts echo every word.
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The past flows, futures dribble.
The when’s now the head scribbles.
Cracks appear with thoughts to speak.
Trapped in a shell the darkness is bleak.
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But the light is sensed without eyes.
Truth is felt through the lies.
Shells hatch and something grows.
And that’s the way the story goes.
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Free will gives us choices.
Souls sort and weigh.
Lust fills in the blanks.
Feet tap another day.
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When the fates of two collide,
change is felt together.
When hearts and minds align,
pairs will love forever.
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When one of four is askew,
time will corrode and sever.
Love is not a slam dunk.
The heart and mind know never.
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Off to sea at seventeen
To see a world I hadn’t seen
To find a place to call my own
Youthful vigor, this child grown
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This child grown yet not mature
Too many choices that’s for sure
Open eyes and open mind
Open mouth running blind
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Open mouths words will flow
Open heart with nowhere to go
Met a gal, our short time grand
We toured my ship hand in hand
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Phone calls followed, her “brother” met
One of a few I’d like to forget
He asked a favor, I obliged
I tried being good, I really tried
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But all was not as it appeared
Soon a meeting that I feared
Spoke with my Captain, a man truly trusted
He sat me down and said I was busted
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It was that sweet young gal, I adored
Was a narc I brought aboard
Years now past, I say what the hell
A sailor no more, but I’ve stories to tell
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With love in one’s heart each day a new start.
The hurts endured and more is lured.
When one’s face to the light the burn blinds sight,
but warmth’s the start off a thawing heart.
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With love in one’s heart each day a new a start.
When reality’s behind tomorrow’s to find.
Optimism prevails when pain derails.
And negative’s a restart for the love in one’s heart.
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