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Hidden in Plain Sight
A trusting person,
most always seen trustworthy.
No trust, see themselves.
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Cliff Notes
Time’s always trying.
But better to try and fail,
unless failure’s known.
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Among the obtuse,
some angles draw focal points.
Perspective’s achieved.
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Pick’s in hand, sticks in mind,
harps guide in words I find.
Inspiration meets, greets and fleets.
Hearts feel souls on streets.
Vibrations good, silence strange.
Eyes flicker, scenes change.
A world of waves: hellos, goodbyes.
Exuberance crashes laughs with cries.
Future’s run forward, stepping away.
Winnings cost, losses sway.
Pencil’s sharp to fill the gray.
F M, I’ll beat another day.
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I’m too old to be a rock star,
too young to drive a big car.
With a Bugs Bunny brain and body of Fudd,
both barrels blaze, half’s a dud.
In my high fidelity cartoon I animate,
pages fanned, notes came late.
Rhythm’s slowed, meter’s now feet,
when the song remains the same chapter’s complete.
Yet I’ve albums to fill and records to break,
while my quill gently weeps for time I ache.
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Forgone conclusion’s the essence of love.
End’s never seen when flying above.
Optimism reigns and emotions pour.
Time will tell we know for sure.
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I’m not blue or is the sky gray.
My feelings for you haven’t gone astray.
My heart is yours and here to stay.
But I have no little poem today.
Gladly “I love you” I can always say.
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Another sun rose, words yet to appear.
Birds chirping happily, their voices I can’t hear.
My darling soon awoken, my hearts full of cheer.
Life filling silence sounds to me so dear.
Another morning passes, writing is unclear.
Returning soon it may, or maybe many a year.
I thought I wrote with pencil, I guess it’s with my ear.
Now another day’s calling, time to get in gear.
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With a tripod stance plus three legged pants the three foot boy didn’t dare to dance.
Then a two foot girl crossed paths by chance and this five foot pair fated gladly for wonderful romance. While the girl’s six foot mom felt only positive’s enhance. Her seven foot dad, negative and mad, pounded the boy into trance. Minus teeth but divided not, away the happy couple did eventually prance.
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End ~
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Morning’s here, no words in view.
Though the day’s young and I’ll think of you.
Thinking of you and the things we do.
Not just sneaking kisses but other things too.
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Time together at the old town beach,
endless waves within our reach,
though sunsets and rainbows often missed.
Memories made of those times we’ve kissed.
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At those times I’m feeling alone.
I find your pictures in my phone.
I’ll send a text to say “I love you”.
And you’ll reply “I love you too”.
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Fifty percent of
marriages end in divorce,
the remainder’s death.
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Cries, Yells and Screams!
Distant black and white dreams
Monochromatic and systematic
Volume’s pitch and problematic
Concrete walls and metal stairs
Echoing the petrified and no one cares.
Mouthy aches and heady tales
Decades pass and pain prevails
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With each new day we do grow.
We flourish and whither till it’s time to go.
Our stay’s too short on this earth.
Life’s longest on our day of birth.
And the time betwixt is all we know.
So write it well, it is your show.
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Be wary what the mind bender’s say.
They’ll change a heart along the way.
Though if to hear it’s already too late,
you then wake to find no second date.
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Cometh hither
Do not dither
Time to writher
Less we whither
Then to slither
Back to zither
We there yet?
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Going, Going, Gone
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Poetic Visions
A poet can see
the past, present and future.
Then write all the wrongs.
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Forever Green
In time we all green,
some blossom, others jaded.
Most just get moldy.
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Pocket Full of Poesy
We’re going to hell
in a hand-basket held by
a deplorable!
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Our grandfather died
a happy camper, we knew
due to his pants tent.
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Caterpillar’s lust
Cocoon’s built, Life crystallized
Butterflies emerge
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Our seven senses,
nonsense is not one of them,
either is common.
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To whom it may inspire
To love a poet; pasts can be revised, futures imagined with exuberance and love, ah yes love, our’s sculpted in stone as the eternal benchmark for all others to hopelessly seek. The now will be forever envisioned in each other’s eyes and made more beautiful. Time will never simply tick away, but be the metronome of our heartbeats in sync. Though sadness inevitable for it is this love of life, love of love and love of words to express that may seemingly leave too little time for true love, it is not I assure you, for time can concentrate, intensify and encapsulate. Be my ecstasy and I forever yours. Two timers need not apply as heart breakers divide and multiply, others free to indulge and imagine with me a mutual double fantasy. Seeking inspiration, passions and enthusiasm with enthused inspired passion. Innuendo not implied for it is implicit. Thus is me, I conclude.
Hopelessly Hopeful…
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I too have high hopes,
for this trip, whether it be;
success or gallows.
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Today I’ll refrain
From politics and just say
Happy Mother’s day!!!
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