poetry

2D or not 2D

If to paint you in my mind,
extra space I will find.
Many things I could forget.
Hit delete with no regret.
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On the brightest wall you will stand.
There I’d stare, brush in hand.
Heart beats thumping, a flourish made.
Details cherished never fade.
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In my head we shall dwell.
Sharing thoughts we’d never tell.
On my shoulders you will ride.
Our joy displayed in our stride.
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The outside world no longer exists.
Boxes checked on all our lists.
Imagination will be our place.
My only vision is your face.
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All our wishes will come true.
Our dreams are filled with me and you.
But a painter I’m not nor a thief.
Freedom’s greater than my relief.
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For if to hide within one’s brain,
there is no future or life to gain.
Our time together on change depends.
Our tomorrows then will know no ends.

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Swing Band

While riding today on my swing,
I heard a song and started to sing.
It’s an outside song, inside not heard,
beetles clicking with a chirping bird.
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In the wood wind blows through the trees.
Back-up came from the buzzing bees.
Keeping the beat atop a log,
bass was played by a croaking frog.
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My little dog barked but not too loud.
My kitty cat danced and meowed.
It’s nature’s band and I will sing,
soaring high on my backyard swing.


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Biorealization

I once was a young man,
but that was yesterday.
I thought I’d grow much greater,
but time got in my way.
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I still have hopes and dreams,
hoping to dream some more.
But with every day that passes,
waking is less sure.
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I see my ups and downs;
it’s my foot on the gas.
I hear the no, no, no’s,
but still I try to pass.
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I try to write a little bit;
I’d love to write a song.
I’ve tried to write a novel,
but they always take too long.
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I shouldn’t write about myself,
though I often do.
Every second a memory’s made,
gladly I choose so few.
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I couldn’t be a luckier guy,
and fortunately once again.
I’m thankful for this love I’m given,
even though I’m a pain.

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Loveology

beach grass

A new year begins with the start of school.
The days will be busy and our evenings cool.
Jackets we’ll need for our trips to the beach.
Sunsets we’ll miss, they’ve much to teach.
Time brings change as the seasons show.
With seeds now planted our love will grow.

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The Constant Factor

A formula for life, not yet conceived

Or perhaps it has and I’ve been deceived

Some might see a problem, puzzle or game

To integrate all sides to equal the same

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An equation’s unsolvable when incomplete

Or the solutions wrong and we have to repeat

Though an unknown constant can be hard to tell

This constant unknown, we’ll just call “L”

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Thus L is the constant that can’t be defined

It can’t be measured or graphed on a line

It’s totally irrational, follows no rules

It can’t be made or dissected with tools

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It’s unquantifiable, but rarely there’s none

When completely subtracted the answer’s just one

It must be shared but not borrowed, no debtor

May not be infinite but more is better

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When factored with care the solution’s made clear

That a theory this simple we all must share

That joy is derived when summed with above

And this constant “L” I speak, is the factor of Love

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Forest of Hell

Colorless leaf crackle beneath sole-less feet.

The smell of death lingers sweet.

Bramble thick draws blood on paper skin,

digging more deeply the deeper within.

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Then starlight fades to the darkness I fear,

moonlight shadows disappear.

Columns abound supporting endless night,

numbers multiply consuming the light.

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Welcome dew hangs heavy in unseen air,

to drink deep I do not dare.

Outstretched hands replace teary useless eyes.

Senses heightened, alert of endless cries.

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Vibrations of night; soft, loud, far and near,

distant from all, we all hold dear.

Wanting now only to curl-up and weep,

my soul is still for the sickle to reap.

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Return to the path I lost yesterday,

blackness turns slowly to gray.

Long nights journey in the forest of hell,

surviving again, except for my shell.

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The End

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Sonic

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I haven’t felt myself today,
though that’s been the way.
Just do and do for dues to pay,
but always more and less to say.

And on the rocks or sand we land,
to lie’s retreat or rise and stand.
And all’s unseen just looking grand,
but there’s always more and, and and…

And tides change with the moons’ resolve.
And life’s propelled as we revolve.
Time’s the riddle not to solve,
but love’s the answer to evolve.

And tomorrows too never stay.
And memories will forever play.
And feelings are, anyway.
But nothing is, as yesterday.

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Day ?

Oh no it’s Saturday!

My vacation’s nearly done.

I mostly sat around.

But I had a little fun.

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Bird sat a parrot,

a story previously told.

Also saw my Ena, 

who’s nearly two years old.

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We got a lot of rain.

So I didn’t cut the grass.

I didn’t trim the bushes,

I gave myself a pass.

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I didn’t do much writing, 

but forced a little bit.

I called it all a journal, 

thought surely not a hit.

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Back to work on monday.

I really can’t complain.

If I had more time, 

I’d probably go insane.

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Word Free

Hi, I’m the me you can’t see.
I’m the me that’s stuck in me.
The other me is the me you see.
That’s not the me that’s this me.
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I know it’s hard to see,
this me that’s the real me.
Is the real me the me you see,
or the stuck me waiting to be free.
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That’s the me you don’t see.
The other me too doesn’t see me.
That me thinks they’re all to see.
That me doesn’t know me.
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Other than me the other me is free.
The other me speaks the words of we.
The words of me are only to see,
words of me that set me free.

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Day 11

I went to an umbrella factory.
I’m glad it didn’t pour.
They don’t make umbrellas there,
at least not anymore.
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There were a few gift shops,
some chickens and an emu.
The restaurant was closed,
there wasn’t much left to do.
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But I saw my little Ena.
We had a really nice time.
We said our long goodbyes.
Then home to write today’s rhyme.

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Day 10

My writer’s block vacation diary
is now on day ten.
I haven’t written this much
since I don’t know when.
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The day’s still young with lots to go
where it’ll lead I’ve no clue.
A tentative plan was hatched last night,
sounds like something new.
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I’m waiting for confirmation
until then my time is free.
Because I’m on vacation
and freedom is as it should be.

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Day 9

Yeah, they made it, little Ena’s here!
Grandpa’s happy to see his dear.
We had a tea party, read some books,
explored all the house’s crannies and nooks.
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We played some more then off to the tub.
Her mom takes over to scrub a-dub, dub.
We read one more book that turned into three.
Then that sleepy baby fell asleep on me.
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We all woke today at seven o’clock.
We had some breakfast and found her sock.
Now they’re packing, then to a Pow Wow.
I wanted to go, but I’m too tired now.

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Day 8

A week now’s past with one to go.
What are my plans? I don’t know.
It’s Saturday and I wait for a text.
When received I’ll know what’s next.
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I’m expecting a visit much later today.
It’s Ena, who’s two, with lots to say.
She’ll arrive with her mom in a car too small.
It had been mine but I’m too tall.
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It’s a long drive from New York to here.
I know, I do it ten times a year.
I hope they come, I miss the baby.
But no text yet, so for now it’s still maybe.

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Day 5

Happy hump Wednesday is finally here.
Let’s raise our mugs and spread the cheer.
The long work week is now near its end.
The weekend is next, shared with a friend.
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But I’m on vacation, my weekend’s begun.
I’m going to play cards and have some fun.
We’ll sit on the porch and watch the sun’s arc.
I’ll stare at the trees and pretend it’s my park.
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I’ll daydream at sunset to clear my mind,
then grab my guitar and a tune I’ll find.
I’ll jump up and down and sing without sorrow.
I’ll stay up late, cos I’m still off tomorrow.

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Day 4

Head’s in the clouds, toes in the sand,
love and laughter walk hand in hand.
Horizon’s endless on a calm night’s sea.
Reflections mirrored for you and me.
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Love and laughter, the perfect pair,
nothing comes close I do declare.
It’s the freedom to howl at stupid things,
or share a giggle when the other one sings.
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One pumps you up, one deflates stress,
love and laughter, why settle for less?
Time’s never wasted when it’s shared by two.
That’s why I’m glad to be vacationing with you.

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Day 7

Wow, what a scare I had,
cat’s on the stairs and Fred is mad.
Seems the cat was planning her attack,
so I moved the cage and scratched her back.
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That was close, way too close for me.
The worst possible scenario I did see;
the cat tore up and the bird flew away.
Fortunately a story I’ve no need to convey.
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So all’s well and I’ve something to write about.
This recent writer’s block leaves me with doubt.
But I’m on vacation, no worries yet.
When I go back to work, then I’ll sweat.

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Day 6

I just got a parrot whose name is Fred.
Though not to worry, no one’s dead.
I’m bird-sitting, I guess you could say.
We’ll sit together for a week and a day.
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He doesn’t say much, that’s just fine,
I’d teach him some words, but he’s not mine.
He taunts the cats while perched in the hall.
If I opened the cage they’d all have a ball.
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There’d be feathers all over I’d have to clean.
But I’m on vacation, don’t need a scene.
So far, all’s well, I’ll let you know.
Whoa, a screech, I gotta go!!!

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