A leafless tree is
still a tree, a treeless leaf’s
but fallen beauty
~*~
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A leafless tree is
still a tree, a treeless leaf’s
but fallen beauty
~*~
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A person who is
typically bored is also
typically boring
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On a bridge, clouds float,
Waters run reflecting life
Whilst lookers stand still
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Cast in bronze, pristine,
Polished, cased, safe on a shelf
Loved from a distance
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I recall the sand
Hiding between tiny toes
Soon to hide the eyes
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Perpetual change
Repetitions over time
Birth, life, death; repeat
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Lava balls racing
Universes compete for
Spectacular ends
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To embrace a bear
would be truly fantastic.
Fantasy’s wiser.
~*~
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Returning for a
warm jacket, youth was exchanged
for maturity
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Time heals all wounds;
tears and blood dry, fractures mend,
hearts and minds temper
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A sunny day I hope there be
When my soul returns to sea
A flourish of ash from the bridge I know well
Ancient memories, clear as a bell
~
Thrust to the cove of many muddy feet
A world of my own across the street
I’ll mingle with muck then drift with the tide
To the bay, out to sea, spreading far and wide
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Vastly dispersed, forever safe from hell
Eventually to settle with sand, rock and shell
With never a need to shed a tear for me
When tears are unseen in the sea
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Morning’s meant for mourning.
Day’s meant for life.
Evening’s time for rest,
ending the days strife.
~
Morning is time to ponder.
Day is time to do.
Night’s for reflection,
when no one’s watching you.
~
Mornings are the start.
They make the day brand new.
Good or bad, darkness comes,
another chance for moons of blue.
~*~
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A clockwork world of humankind
Time’s thought infinite in limited mind
Today’s made with tomorrows pay
Tomorrow’s interest from yesterday
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Rates of change shared by none
The futures chance is only one
Lies compound and damage’s done
Wars confound, half won
~
Half by half will never end
When imaginary numbers we depend
Time ends with human lives
Time will tell if time survives
~*~
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When a question is
Answered with why not, then why
Was often should not
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Is reality
Real when what we really
Want is fantasy
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A question never
Asked is a question never
Answered right or wrong
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Love’s just a word we love to use
It’s the poets’ favorite muse
Sprinkles of confetti on pages everywhere
Words parting lips to blow in the air
*
Yet only love can mend a heart
When suddenly it’s torn apart
And only love can mend a mind
When it’s not treated kind
*
In our world all are human
Sharing forever whether man or woman
And thus to bond as a clan
As only love can, only love can
~*~
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Sticks-a-dozen by chance collide
Metaphorically making a box to hide
Abstracted distractions of imaginary space
Where the views transparently clear
Through these walls we shape around us
To shelter us from our fear
~
Though this box a cell when not a vault
And the combinations given by default
When sticks and bars are the same
The outside’s kept out and inside kept in
And nothing’s ever lost or found
When there’s nothing ever within
~*~
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Why do mirrors cause such a fright?
They’re little more than bouncing light
Reflections of a time just past
Instant flashes that fade too fast
*
They smile when we’re happy, shun when we’re not
They care not when we’re gone, time’s soon forgot
Just a wall hung shard of glass with backs unseen
With gilded surrounds to heighten their sheen
*
While the image of ourselves is bigger from within
This picture in the glass is less than paper-thin
Just an instant in time soon to disappear
Though every glance a moment that we’ll never share
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Poems can be weak or they can be strong
They don’t need meter, just won’t be a song
Poems don’t have to be good or be deep
They just have to be yours, so take the leap
Write to write, there is no wrong
Poetry evolves and life is long
~*~
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Running from problems
Requires the same effort
As seeking answers
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The world and I on a different plane
Though destinations are the same
Ticket bought for the morning light
Wasting time till the evening flight
*
Runaways, both it and I
Grading shades of clear blue sky
Rocks may roll, some may fly
Most just buried when they die
*
Scoops will make forever night
Landing time’s now in sight
Running late, none’s to blame
The world and I on a different plane
~*~
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