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Social media,
the latest haunt of specters,
future expectant.
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Social media,
the latest haunt of specters,
future expectant.
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We seek to seek a clue
for paths straight and true
where the angle we pursue
is our own point of view.
Degrees unchanged are unseen.
Answers lurk in space between.
All turns return to the mean.
Golden suns and blue sky green.
But the wind never bends.
A loner never lends.
Always best is time with friends.
And the unsummed heart someday mends.
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Free is what we all want to be.
A future’s what we want to see.
Imagination’s what we want it to be.
Dreams are what we choose to see.
Reality is what happens to be.
We are what is our reality.
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Rejection’s heard and intention reversed,
when words said are “let’s be friends first”.
Regarding romance this theory’s wrong,
friendship follows and it won’t take long.
First there’s attraction with a little spark.
Nervous words follow, seemingly a lark.
Calmness soon settles then desires grow.
You talk for hours with so much more to know.
Feelings grow deeper and emotions run high,
Trust is unquestioned and your head’s in the sky.
Times had together much the same as friends,
until a kiss goodnight when your blissful day ends.
Does anyone ask for less and then expect more?
Why should romance be any less sure?
Isn’t an honest start more likely to last long?
Or start at the end, what could go wrong?
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Real is what fantasy was.
Past the future the present because.
Time’s random and watched seen.
Seasoned hands severed clean.
Eyes open to days new.
Lips count more than two.
Noses first as sayings go.
Minds think heads show.
And poems end just because.
Fantasy is when real was.
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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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Ships a pair moors by night.
Each’s a vision of the others light.
Tides are changing for me and you.
To time’s beyond when waves are few.
We each of passion, both pursuing free.
Findings shared, shared passionately.
An end to this poem, I have none or care.
For a future imagined is not really there.
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Theologians seek the heavens,
Astronomers the stars above.
Philosophers seek the meaning of life,
Poets seek only love.
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A lonely sun set at half past six.
Four eyes meet, see what’s to fix.
Sparks await the candle wicks.
Clarity’s felt by candle sticks.
The sun’s warmth wakens at half past six.
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Blink not to miss the wink
Mind’s run afar
Never amiss is a kiss
Hands all ajar
Orgasms of enthusiasm
Spreading seed afar
Refracting satisfactorily
Lips luscious rest ajar
Lips longing sent afar
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Lesson’s big, none small.
We’re risen to others lust.
Yet to love we fall.
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A tear requires water, laughter only air.
Love’s always well done though hate never rare.
It’s the Yin and Yang of human emotions.
It’s a great big crock of elemental notions.
We invent what nature wills us to know.
Yet our mindset tells us when to stir, stop or go.
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All first’s happen one time.
Seconds echo a chosen chime.
Good or bad, meant or meant not to be,
tick we must pain’s always free.
Mistakes made and signal’s crossed.
Paths fork and feelings tossed.
Years pass and pressure mounts.
Seconds loom and the hand counts.
Clocked anew, wound with care.
Wrapping remains, none’s to share.
Tower’s built and time slips away.
A distant hand wins the day.
Habitual motions come around.
The passersby haunt and hound.
Dictated emotions can’t run away.
Spindled and bound forever and a day.
Controlled by movement, most unseen.
Shattered glass cuts unclean.
Time’s told to all who listens.
Killing seconds the first hand glistens.
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Majestic dawns birth sunny days.
Eyes open to sense new ways.
Hands embrace gifts given and earned.
Hearts share their warmth learned.
A day’s yet born yet a star is yearned.
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Cycling around dimensions, three.
Horizons bend to curve all we see.
Energy’s absorbed when given free.
Settled comforts to some fond.
Or near to crest on rippling pond.
Projecting forward, life’s beyond.
OR’s’ of age when all is time,
passion drives a life sublime,
treading secure or await the chime.
Choose chosen when choices few.
Three’s what’s given, the rest up to you.
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A northern shade a northern mill
Prospering times growing still
Bell towers boarded, time to kill
Cracks abound, pigeon’s shrill
Divisions divide buds as before
Docks and bays and wavy floor
Doors or windows less not more
Sky’s above all’s for sure
Light shines down space to fill
Earth’s breaking at its will
Rain quenches drenching poor
Life returns to green and cure
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Caterpillar’s lust
Cocoon’s built, Life crystallized
Butterflies emerge
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Driven by blinding ambition
Wheels grounded, rolling and tried
Steering frantically into submission
Brakes applied, directions lied
Forward’s the way to remission.
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An open mind, an open door
Footsteps patter on the floor
Yet when I sit there is no more
Do more await? I unsure
To stand and be risen unknowns arise
Ceilings reachable below endless skies
Truth’s unheard written of lies
Right and wrong said before our eyes
Walls surround; Air, earth and skin
Fences seen higher trapped within
Fall and fail or leap and win?
Gates close when new sides begin
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Matchbox fueled exploration;
paper contained, flammable.
Safe and secure in the hands of the pure,
innocence ignited, tested with each spark.
Oxygen surrounds, intentions await.
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Suns fade quicker when back’s turned.
Dawns risen tastier yearned.
The shade’s darker beneath the tree.
Yet it is we who choose to be, there and then.
Forever then never ends, only now, not if or when.
Blinks miss winks, parch quenched, only now to see.
Suns fade brighter when dawn’s earned, risen and turned.
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