Author: Rhymesalot

Tomorrow’s Game

Norms forever change,

reality is the same.

No one is to blame.

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Get a Grip

Coming to grips with

and embracing aren’t the same

But better than not

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Automation

In reverse forward is time.

Today’s feelings, tomorrows rhyme.

Yesterday’s drive neutralized.

Days hide in nights disguised.

To see at last a final verse.

When parked forever in rolling hearse.

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Writing Nature

Words dissolve in heart’s resolve,

minds paint shades of gray.

Souls see blue, yellow shines through,

greens brighten our day.

The sun sets the sky ablaze,

stars permit our view.

Into space we achingly gaze,

seeking salve for a world with no clue.

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Abstract Waves

Language is sound fills all around with highs and lows of note.

The art of the word’s felt not heard, not seen, thought or wrote.

Birds speak in song words we get wrong, the music we think our own.

Thunder claps, lights bolts traps and the silence forever unknown.

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To Be Is

What is a haiku?

A seventeen syllable,

three line, one act play.

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Memorial Cliché

A mean and petty old boss I once had,

made threats to all when he was mad.

“My pen’s mightier than the sword!” he’d say

“Bad recommendations will affect your pay.”

He was always looking to pick a fight.

So with my pen I poked him – to find he’s right.

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Enough Said

Nature needs man like a hole needs a head.

Man needs nature as butter needs bread.

Needs fulfill, it’s how we’re fed.

Yet when needs consume nature’s dead.

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All in a Name

Steven rhymes with Heaven and Kittell rhymes with hell.

Now as a poet who likes to rhyme I know not where I’ll go in time.

But if a choice there is to be – I’ll surely go where the quill floats free.

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Relative Summer

I wait each year for the dandelion bloom

I sit by the window of my cold little room

Awaiting the blossom of sunny yellow delight

Escaping again from this long winter’s night

I ache for the sunshine and fluffy tops to blow

Grown up from the sidewalk where people don’t go

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Duplicity

I don’t like writing sad poetry.

It’s not a place I choose to see.

In my world of goodness, all are free,

where faces of children are full of glee.

Hope and happiness is how it should be.

Yet pencils ever dull in reality,

so I hone my points, turn’s the key.

Returning I do to the safety of fantasy.

I think that’s best, don’t you agree?

Or is everything escape in poetry?

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Shoot the Moon

My writing’s waning

Want’s waxing, this writer’s block

I’m finding taxing

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Semi-Automatic

If Jesus went to

a gun show would he be in

a heavenly state?

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Faceless Foe

Stories are written every day.

Lips move, people say.

Eyes still seen when shut tight.

Ears and nose always alight.

The mind knows how to think.

Hands made to push the ink.

Yet words of late are not my friend.

Perhaps today this to will end.

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Sweet Spot

More’s not always best

Less leaves longings lingering

Enough is enough

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2B

Any two boards can

be nailed together, yet not

all will be a cross

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Aye Eyes

Emerald lagoons

welcome the day. Stars outshined

as ocean to bay.

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Sliced Pairs

Two lines needed to

Add or multiply, yet one

Subtracts and divides

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Regallant

Forever to dream

violets in bloom, purple’s

now red with the blues

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Rags & Riches

The millionaire poets, no dollars just sense

Their estates so large too big for a fence

With endless pens to harness the needs

Gardens abound grown from their seeds

Though time not made with gold on wrist

Dawn awakes when morning kissed

Wealth’s not held it’s how you see

When life’s embrace forever free

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Frequent Frequency

Nights prone and days tall

Ying and Yang more than a ball

Life’s curves say it all

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