Rulablelesssness
Poetry is speech
From hearts not minds – unconfined
Grammar cast aside
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Metaphoric Netalism
A net full of holes
Will always fill with something
Without there’s nothing
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All’s Write
Hands write history
A mind writes philosophy
Hearts write poetry
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Adventures begin
When four wheels spin
On shady paths and city streets
In knitted booties or tiny bare feets
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Our big happy faces loudly giggle
My little pink piggy’s squiggle and wiggle
When breezes tickle in warming sun
Our shiny four wheels are always fun
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We go fast and slow, up and down
Sometimes mom calls dad a clown
Birds and dogs, signs and sound
There are moving pictures all around
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With me always on journey’s far
Folds up neat to fit in the car
Adventure time’s what I like best
But sometime strollers need a rest
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The End
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She fills me up with all things good.
I eat and drink as I should.
Her loving nature knows no bounds.
Sometimes we kiss to giggling sounds.
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She feeds us well and treats me right.
Her love’s returned each day and night.
We doze embraced and wake the same.
When disturbed the cat’s to blame.
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She fuels my fire and quenches desire.
Her talents awe and inspire.
Fun is had every moment we share.
But a love more serious is beyond compare.
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I don’t want to wrestle dragons,
or any other mythical beast.
I don’t want to ride into battle,
slaying hearts for a nightly feast.
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I don’t need to be a hero,
with a castle duly moated.
I don’t need to be in history books,
but nice to be someday noted.
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The first day of life starts today.
If there’s a second I can’t say.
So today I’m gonna do my best,
I’ll eat some veggies and get my rest.
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I’ll smile at every passerby.
I’ll say hello and wave goodbye.
I’ll give my love some extra kisses.
I’ll try my hardest to fulfill her wishes.
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I’ll write a poem that brings folk’s joy.
I’ll use all the tricks magicians employ.
I’ll write something funny and something sweet.
I’ll go upstairs soon and tickle some feet.
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I’ll nibble some toes and lick some knees.
I’ll massage some thighs if I please.
I’ll whisper “I love you” in waiting ears.
And hope this first day lasts for years.
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Just in case I’ve nothing to say,
I’m writing tomorrow’s poem today.
Factoring for unpredictability,
it’s the future I now can see.
I love you tomorrow as I do today.
And day after day that’s what I’ll say.
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Time for time-out it’ll end soon.
Dug in the yard with mom’s good spoon.
She’s had it since her wedding day.
Used just for holidays, not play.
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I said that it was shaped just right,
to dig a trench where armies can fight.
Needs to be deep but not too wide.
Had to dig fast so they can hide.
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Buried far down just like a tomb.
Guarding treasure found in your room.
Found in a box high on a chest.
It’s the booty pirates like best.
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I must protect those shiny things:
chains, charms, bracelets, baubles and rings.
Hid them good, remembered the map.
But then forgot after my nap.
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To help me dig I found a pet.
The best digger there is I’ll bet.
Finished our yard then went next door.
Found nothing, ran off to dig more.
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Chased our cat high up in the tree.
Grandma called the police for me.
Her nurse had to help make the call.
The police came, that isn’t all.
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While chasing his dog that I found,
the man fell from holes in the ground.
He said he’ll sue, just wait and see.
I said it was his dog, not me.
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His face was red, limping away.
But grandma’s heart will be okay.
And I have some more good news.
While digging today, I wore no shoes.
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They’re nice and clean and tucked away.
I’ll try no pants some other day.
Though mess was made with my bare feet,
I cleaned it up with hose and sheet.
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Pushed all the water out the door.
Then to your room, I cleaned some more.
Too bad the hose didn’t quite reach.
I luckily then found the bleach.
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You’ll smile when you turn on the light.
I know you like things clean and white,
with spots of color here and there.
You’ll surely hug your little dear.
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I’m glad you’re home early today.
Don’t believe what the neighbors say.
The rescue came, Dad’s all right.
Not much pain, he’ll wake by tonight.
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Go to the doctor, I’ll just wait.
I’ll be good and won’t stay up late.
I missed lunch; I’ll make us a snack.
Fix the chair dad broke with his back.
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He climbed too high to find his keys,
lost his balance from wobbly knees.
I found some socks to wrap dad’s head.
Then found soldiers under my bed.
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Recalled the mission to be done.
Ran downstairs to start the fun.
Found no spoons not already bent.
But then found yours and out I went.
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And that’s where my story began.
Now come sit close mom, hold my hand.
I know that time-outs hurt you too.
But when it’s done I’ll still love you.
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The End
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I must be hell bent for pain,
am I a fool or just insane?
My head’s in the clouds, hearts on my sleeve.
A feeling love I feel will relieve.
What an idiot I must be,
thinking love will set me free.
Past love’s brought happiness and hurt.
The last threw me to the dirt.
What kind of jerk am I?
After weeks and weeks wishing to die,
I remain hell bent for the pain.
What’s a little agony when heavens to gain?
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The harder I try, the harder it seems,
I’ve wasted much, reams and reams.
I’ve tried writing of infinity but couldn’t find an end.
Tried to write of society though I couldn’t offend.
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I tried to write of death, can’t write in the dark.
Tried writing of youth but lost the spark.
Scribbled of sorrow, tears cleansed the sheets.
Dribbled of conquest but I had no feats.
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I tried to write of time, that didn’t last.
Wrote of the future, thought of the past.
I’ve written coldly until my lips turned blue.
So I wrote of warmth and penned volumes for you.
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My heart’s now thawed, boiling blood rises to brain.
Bleeding emotion doesn’t have to cause pain.
A trying life’s journey is what’s inked of late.
Perhaps it is now I’m writing of fate.
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This dude is smitten
With a sweet little kitten
Man, how she makes me purr
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This dude is smitten
So I ain’t sittin
I know she is the cure
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This dude is smitten
And I’m a gettin
To feelin real sure
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This dude is smitten
And I ain’t shittin
All I need is her
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This dude is smitten
I won’t be forgettin
This love that is so pure.
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This dude is smitten
And so it’s written
That nothin’ will deter
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Time’s the space between events.
Events made from cause and effect.
Effects felt when closing space,
causing events to speed up the space.
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Much like life, love and lust,
the time comes and in we’re thrust.
The future is and the past was,
effecting all, just because.
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It seems like only yesterday when time was on my side.
The future was ahead with opportunities far and wide.
The world, it seems, my oyster with all its slime and goo.
The pearls were for my plucking; now they are but few.
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My words no longer flow and little seems to please.
Perhaps it’s just boredom or my mind is now at ease.
Age may be the culprit; it seems to fit the bill.
Birthdays cause reflection as they always will.
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The image that is seen may not be what it seems.
Tomorrow I’ll be younger, but only in my dreams.
Today I watched the sunrise, it seems, a perfect day.
I think I’ll wake my love and kiss these blues away.
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There once were three bears living in the wood.
A small happy family, their life was good.
While out one day picking berries to munch,
a boy chanced by their cabin smelling of lunch.
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He knocked on the door but no answer returned.
So he walked right in for the meal he yearned.
First he saw a fish stew with fins and a tail,
till luckily finding jellies and honey in a pail.
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A feast this sweet thought he cannot be ignored,
so he nibbled, dribbled, slurped and then snored.
He woke sometime later with his teddy close by.
He thought it a dream till Teddy said “Hi”
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The boy tried getting up to run for the door
But sleeping in honey made him stick to the floor
The little bear giggled and papa was mad.
Mama bear unstuck him and the little boy’s glad.
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Then he’s off to the tub to scrub off the goo.
His lips staying stained a bright jelly blue.
He then cuddled by a fire feeling warm and dry.
While mama finds a recipe for a golden top pie.
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After their lunch the bunch are full once more.
The little ones dashed to the forest to explore.
The boy returned stung by bees, wasps and fleas,
with scrapes and bruises on his hands and knees.
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There’s dirt and rashes covering the rest,
that poor little boy was quite a mess.
He then nursed with care by the big mama bear,
while papa bear dozes in his huge favorite chair.
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The little cub sent to finds some PJ’s to wear.
Then it’s time to sleep in a bed they all share.
After weeks of bear life the food made him ill.
Yet bears have no doctors or get well pill.
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Papa bear knew what had to be done.
So to town he ventured with the rising sun.
The boy held secure, they arrived near noon.
Police with guns surrounded them soon.
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The bear roared “Don’t shoot, I mean no harm.”
The little boy wiggled his weak little arm.
The shooters stood down till help arrived.
Watchful eyes waited for the boy to be revived.
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Papa soon freed, went home and lived well.
The boy recovered then surely caught hell.
All knew the boy lucky surviving this time,
though chances golden when writing the rhyme.
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And as with all tales there’s a lesson taught,
That running away won’t find what’s sought.
And if you chance a bear on some future journey,
good luck to you and say hello for me.
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I’m taking a break from this pen and folly,
as my words of late have not been so jolly.
The spring is here and the flora’s in bloom.
Why should I wallow locked in this room?
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I can’t spend my days writing alone,
I can’t watch more news or play with my phone.
My body needs movement and my brain needs repair.
So I’m going outside to enjoy the fresh air.
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But not to worry, I’ll be back soon,
perhaps inspired by a beautiful moon.
Enough is enough of the weeks’ melancholy.
The weekend is here and I hope pen and folly.
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When Steve was but a small boy the signs were becoming clear.
Movement was not forthcoming from that precious little dear.
He stayed there in his tiny crib until he grew too tall.
He laid there day and night just staring at the wall.
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His parents were much concerned as the young boy slowly grew.
The only activity he seemed to like was when he had to chew.
His cousins would come to visit and they all went out to play.
But not little Stevie, in his bed he chose to stay.
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Eventually the school days came and Steve was dragged to class.
Fortunately his memory was good and easily he did pass.
The next twelve years were much the same, for him fair’s good enough.
His parents wished him college bound, but Steve didn’t like that sort of stuff.
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A few more years Steve stayed at home, until he got kicked out.
Poor Steve was confused and hurt his future so much in doubt.
While shuffling slowly to his grandma’s house he saw a big lit-up sign.
Steve read it very carefully and then he felt just fine.
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Waiters wanted is what it said so Steve sauntered in to see what’s what.
It wasn’t what he was thinking though and got kicked out on his butt.
Steve was deflated as he felt his world come crashing down.
Sitting alone on a park bench he watched darkness fill his town.
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The sun then newly risen, Steve slumbered peacefully.
Until poked by a cop named Phil, who wouldn’t let Steve be.
Steve then told Phil of his plight and how his life’s a mess.
Phil flung Steve in the backseat as he could care no less.
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A furious Phil then told Steve he was just a lazy man.
And that he wouldn’t do anything if someone else can.
Arriving at the station Steve was ordered to quietly sit.
Phil came back the next day and said “I found a place you’ll fit.
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Steve was brought to a room where screens filled every wall.
Phil told Steve what to look for and when to make the call.
Steve loved his new position, his super power he had found.
Soon a suspect spotted and promptly tackled to the ground.
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If you’re looking for a moral, a lazy story you shouldn’t seek.
Perhaps the lesson’s there so I’m glad you took a peek.
Though the story may be fiction the condition does often show.
And when a cure for lazy is found I’ll be sure to let you know.
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I woke today without a thought.
I tried to write as I ought.
The hours past, the writing naught,
perhaps a blockage I have caught.
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But tomorrow is another day.
Will I write, I cannot say.
Will the blockage have its way?
Or will the rhymes come out to play.
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Questions asked but answer’s few.
If not to write what will I do?
Will I feel sad and blue?
Or will tomorrow shed a clue?
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I’ll let you know, wait right here.
I’ll try my hardest, this I swear.
Long or short, I don’t care.
Because it’s always best to share.
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My story began on the fifth of May.
The day was chilly with a sky of gray.
In my tent, cozy, I woke to a scream.
Was it a person or was it a dream?
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Morning dew thick, I stood there alone.
The sun newly risen, I reached for my phone.
No urgent messages or a soul in sight.
No reason at all to cause such a fright.
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The bikes were still leaning on a nearby tree.
They’re the only way home for my pal and me.
I then ran to the tent of my snoring friend,
who’s along for the ride this spring weekend.
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But the roar from within made it quite clear,
my old friend’s just fine, no need to fear.
I then glanced down the path to a campsite nearby.
Something felt wrong but I didn’t know why.
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I tiptoed closer when another scream was heard.
It was the voice of a child, but that seemed absurd.
I then ran to the shrieking and what did I find?
Kids with a snake and they weren’t being kind.
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I said hey kids “what’s with the noise?
And why do you think that snakes are toys?”
One little girl about seven or eight,
said she wanted a pet and snakes are great.
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Her brother the screamer cried at the thought.
He’s afraid of snakes or anything caught.
The other two children stood quiet and surprised,
their naughty ways they now realized.
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I said all life should be treated as if it’s your own.
A lesson you should have already known.
Soon the kid’s parents arrived on the scene.
Their mother was angry, their father, big and mean.
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He yelled loudly at his children and then at me.
Saying stay away from my kids or trouble you’ll see.
I knew not to argue or make a big fuss.
But there was something I hoped to discuss.
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I said “no problem, it’s not what it seems.”
I then told them my story of snakes and screams.
Their mom, disgusted, took the kids back to camp.
The dad growled asking “do you think I’m damp?”
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Puzzled, I asked “what do you mean,
I’ve only told you what I’ve seen.”
“I saw no snake, just my kids and you.”
The dad replied, “What would you do?”
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I know what I thought, but I couldn’t say.
I felt it best to live through the day.
I could’ve run, but to where?
I could’ve fought him, but I didn’t dare.
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He then picked up a very big stick.
Then he charged at me like a lunatic.
I stood frozen awaiting my demise,
when the little snake caught the big man’s eyes.
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He stopped on a dime and screamed in fear.
His reptilian angst now was clear.
So I slowly bent over and picked up the snake.
The big man then started to tremble and shake.
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“This is the culprit,” I loudly said.
As I waved it gently near his clammy head.
Sobbing, he begged, “Please take it away.
I now believe everything you say.”
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I took a step back, surprised and relieved.
The turn of events was hardly believed.
I thanked that snake and said goodbye to the dad.
He just waved, whimpering and sad.
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I then put the snake down and walked quietly away.
I was relieved we survived this fine spring day.
I went back to my tent then fell back to sleep,
never to tell who a snake made weep.
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Hello world, how do you do?
I’ve got a little something to share with you.
The sun has risen and the day is new.
But what comes next I’ve not a clue.
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I’m sure you’re feeling much the same,
though to be confused there is no shame.
Mistakes get made, we share the blame.
Wouldn’t it be nice if life were tame?
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Imagine the place this world could be,
if all could live both safe and free.
Think of the wonders we’d all see.
See you tomorrow, that’s it for me.
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Acme is the place we all want to be.
It’s the pinnacle and the entire world’s to see.
It’s where our flights of fancy are flying free,
anvils no problem with the power of we.
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A peek at our peak we imagine and seek.
Up and down in waves we speak.
Whether yacht or dingy, they all will leak.
And my day’s high point is to kiss your cheek.
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Now back to acme before I wander too far.
It’s the place that sets the bar.
Most won’t get there with just a car.
But our match is won, no need to spar.
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Optimally positioned to spend time with you,
our love’s a summit seen by a few.
And with you I’m at my apogee,
that’s why you’re the acme for me.
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My machine is broken on this cold winter’s day.
I woke up early but I’ve nothing to say.
My pad looks lonely with no words on it yet.
So I looked out the window for inspiration to get.
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But the sky is gray and the snow is brown.
And the hour’s too early for any action in town.
The birds are still nested and the squirrels asleep.
The cats are about but not making a peep.
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My world is quiet, silence is heard.
My vision is clear but my thoughts are blurred.
So I look at the news, but nothing’s good there.
So alone I sit on my old kitchen chair.
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Something will come, it usually does,
I don’t know the reason so I say it’s because.
Because, because is the answer we give when we’ve none,
so that’s all for now because I’m done.
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I started the day in the usual way.
But life was soon to change.
The sun rose as everyone knows.
Then set to a feeling that’s strange.
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Blind to the notion of this surge of emotion,
quickly I rushed to my pad.
My scribbles were new and for now but few.
And soon they’ll be signed as Granddad.
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You can make a pile, I’ll make a stack.
You can smile at me and I’ll smile back.
I’ll boil the water, you make the tea.
I’ll blow you a kiss and you blow one to me.
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You can pop the popcorn, I’ll melt the butter.
You can hold my hand and make my heartbeats flutter,
I’ll choose the movie, you pick the day.
The next time we’ll switch and both have our way.
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I’ll clear the table, you clear the waste.
We can share dessert, I’ll have a taste.
You can say “I love you” and I’ll say it too.
Then we’ll share our futures, both, me and you.
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