Author: Rhymesalot

Day Dreaming Reality

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Portraits of time and of self

Antiquities dusty upon the shelf

Volumes of reference to explore

Nature’s framed beyond glazed door

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A pretender perched many a year

Penning in silence for all to hear

Words, numbers and colors all float by

Till looming shadows shade a sunny sky

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This past’s the shadow to reflect

Reminders of the pasts neglect

Selling the former to fund tomorrow

When even good times odds say sorrow

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Betting the future to play today

Retirement in the opposite way

It’s yesterday’s dream to say “I am!”

Today a poet, tomorrow a scam

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Or just a dreamer dreaming a dream

Building castles by the ream

A hopeful realm to rest an ancient head

Dreaming forever in my feathered bed

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Book of Dreams

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A page from my book of dreams;

a tale of love, or so it seems.

I wake each day the dream doesn’t end.

Will she ever love me or shall I just pretend?

Technicolor visions and her scent in the air

Awaken from this dream I could never dare.

Her touch always welcome on my trembling skin.

When she says she loves me, my life will then begin.

Encounters of the flesh, too few to ever last.

Music of her voice now echoes of the past.

Sunlit voids surround were daylight once was bright.

Now only darkness brightens our rendezvouses of night.

The End

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Can Do?

Can we love something never seen

Can we see a place we’ve never been

Can we hear a voice never spoken

Can we feel a heart never broken

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Do we breathe just to survive

Do we work for what we strive

Do we climb to take the dive

Do we love to be alive

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Can we answer when unaware

Do we question what we share

Can we do all we plan

Do we do all we can

???

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All’s Just

A rose is just a rose

When methodically it’s chose

Yet a rose is so much more

When a surprise left at your door

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A kiss is just a kiss

When given hit or miss

Though a kiss is so much more

When from who you adore

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A life is just a life

When hiding from others strife

But life is so much more

When one finds what life is for

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And death is just death

When we take a final breath

Or a life forever more

When we’ve left an open door

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Steal this Poem

G’head punk, make my day

Steal this poem as you may

I’ll write another, take that one too

Then I’ll pen prose, making fun of you

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Take from me, indulge your greed

Plagiarism, the affirmation we need

Don’t you worry I’ll rhyme some more

I’ve infinite topics to explore

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But you, my friend, only do one thing

You’re a one note wonder, that can’t even sing

While creators create, both good and bad

A thief’s life will always and only be sad

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Hot or Heavy

Intellectual intercourse, screwing with my brain

In and out, in and out, it’s driving me insane

Mingle, tingle, fiddle and wrangle

Contortions of thought in an obtuse angle

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Choose your philosophy from the six-o’clock news

Share the cheers of winners, without deadly dues

Think what you want, do as they say

Lie and be trampled or kneel and pray

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Feel the salt slide down your throat

Maybe it’s time for a bigger boat

Faster cars or super-sonic jet

All’s to lose when time’s the bet

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Spew some truth, take your chance

Or sit and wait and never dance

You’ll never know how far to go

When life’s an illusion, just a TV show

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The Mothers Way

Happy Mothers day

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Cradles all her precious kin

Judges not, where life begins

Cherished breast nurture space

Moving forward her many race

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One side day the other night

One side dark the other light

Sheds cool and rain, heat and snow

Her orbits share all else to know

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Oceans deep, skies bright

Growing all, her suns might

She frees to wander, endless whys

Her moons revolve before her eyes

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Dancing tides flowing minds

Infinite movement never binds

In this universe family all are we

This milky galaxy our mother be

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The End

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Trying Times

I tried to pen a beautiful rhyme

But I cried most every time

I’ve tried to write a love song

But the notes all came out wrong

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I tried to bake a birthday cake

All I got was a burnt mistake

I’ve tried to pick you wild flowers

Till’ the bees rained down like spring showers

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I try to say I love you,

each and everyday

I’ll try again tomorrow,

when the pain’s gone away

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