I present to you my wordy show
The words meaning only I know
Packaged neat with ribbon and bow
Enjoy the moment, unwrap it slow
When seeing my words I hope you glow
Recall our friendship, love and the way we flow
I hope they’re remembered wherever you go
So venture, if you must to where your sails blow
And should you return from your time to and fro
I’ll share with you the meaning of “only I know”
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As with time, the finer the line
The more capable we’ve become to define
Unless these lines were made to define
Then they’re just a waste of our time
Unless they’re all that’s known, then their fine
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How many Haiku’s
does a person have to write
to earn a black-belt?
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The most popular
Authors of children’s stories
Are Illustrators
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Whistles, whispers, winks,
Low lights, high spirits, hijinks
Code only I know
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What is refreshing,
No calorie and healthy?
Its enlighten-mint
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The key to life is
Sharing a familiar door
That’s always unlocked
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What is the one thing
that is specifically made
for us to break? … Bread
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My head decides what
To see, hear and absorb – though
Your touch’s always felt
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Poetry is much
Like Jazz; shallow minds only
Like it when it’s “good”
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A love imagined
Afloat in infinite space
Constellation Us
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I once met a sweet gal in a two-bit bar.
She asked my name and if I had a car.
I boasted “I’m Cool Breeze and I’ve wheels to roam.”
She bought me a drink and said “take me home.”
Outside I presented my scooter and off I rode, alone.
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*Fanory = ½ fantasy + ½ memory (+/-)
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An American
Sonnet can rhyme and have feet
Though never meter
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Air fills with our waste
Seas rise to counter the haste
Home’s swamped, life defaced
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New Year winters bite
Spring blooms then summers delight
Next fall hues take flight
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Once knew a poet
Who wrote in the voice of mime
Everything rhymed
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What is this thing we cannot say?
It’s something felt every day
We share with others and in return we get
When giving too much there’s seldom regret
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Being with out’s like being alone
A feeling that should never be known
Yet we choose for this word to remain unspoken
For fear of our secrets told and hearts broken
.
It’s just a little word (of many meanings), little understood
And understanding just a little is really very good
If unsure of this word don’t drive yourself insane
Take a guess, there’s less to lose than there is to gain
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You’ll know it when its felt, for it fits like the warmest glove
And a comfy pair is this word unspoken (that rhymes with above)
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Writing some old funk
Dancing in my haiku chair
“Back in love again”
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Writers block is like
Looking for a quill in a
Pillow factory
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Years ago science
was tasked to prove religion.
Time’s proved just belief.
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A person lacking humor may lack sense
A person with a sense of humor might be a wise-ass
A wise-ass who’s a also a jerk is probably a butt-head
A butt-head with no sense of humor can be a hard-ass
A hard-ass who ruins others fun is a shit-head
And shit-heads should be laughed at
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