Beginnings worry
Finishes haunt to the end
Ends start spirits then
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Beginnings worry
Finishes haunt to the end
Ends start spirits then
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When the day is done
And you wish to run on, then
You’re young and insane
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If you’re reading this
then it’s already too late
if not – disregard
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I’ll buy the ocean, tallest tree.
When I win the lottery.
$
A never-ending shopping spree.
When I win the lottery.
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The good times we’ll have, you and me.
When I win the lottery.
$
I’ll share it all, just wait and see.
When I win the lottery.
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Can you spare a buck, it’s not free.
Then I’ll win the lottery.
$
The End
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Lottery fevers
in the air, visions await
this next billionaire
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Loose lips may sink ships.
But lovely lips will always
sink lonely sailors
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When drawn to something
never seen, one eye open
keeps halfway between
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What’s good for the goose
Also good for the gander
until one cries foul
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Now that I’ve written
Thoroughly of writers block
Nothing’s left to write
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If there was to be
A one syllable haiku
It would be just peace
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Sharing the bill with
vertical dyslexics
turns a we to me
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Violence begets
violence, peace begets peace
Choices beget all
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Forces of nature
always change, no blame or shame
yet man stays the same
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If next the atom
then stones and sticks – what’s to be
Geopolitics?
~*~
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Infinity is
Where the parallel converge
To again diverge
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What’s a cameo
with only one layer showing?
A cameoflage
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Breezes aloft to venture away
Rudder responds to steer our way
A compass true to guide us home
Anchor moored to no longer roam
The rouges be kept before the mast
Our knot be taut to forever hold fast
It’s you, this phantom on my stormy sea
So please wave good-bye or sail with me
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Order starts within
Chaos ends when you begin
Without cannot win
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Babies bounce, wiggle and giggle
They’ll toddle together all day
Until the first steps out the door
They think what their parents say
Off to school for the golden rule
Plus infinite shades of gray
Their grades growing ever higher
Where some will flex others sway
Color’s blind when colors blend
The indelible always stay
Unwanted hues discarded
When tired of their display
Yet a garden need be nourished
For the hope of blooms in May
Or lie and hide from the fall
And awake to face decay
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A wordy poem
no one reads. Haiku condense
The poet concedes
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The devil’s in the details
There’s enough to fill a book
Good or bad become a blur
The higher up you look
Faith adorned upon the sleeve
Or chained around a throat
Taking solace in salvation
While giving little note
Somewhere writ “thou shalt not kill”
This would seem to say it all
They’re simple words to live by
If only we’d heed the call
Or pick and choose words to use
Suffice to make a pennant
Rally around on sacred ground
Then rent it to a tenant
Swaddled in our presentation
Is a tolerance for damnation
Defending of a man-made notion
Is this vast imagined nation
With a patting of backs
Preserving of merit
We share the rounds
To spread the tenet
With finite time defining sin
Demanding of others penance
Then timeless regurgitations
Refining of the conscience
These details are the devil
There’s never enough to please
Yet bad and good become more clear
The deeper down one sees
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What sticks in your head
and sees the darkness? It’s a
Go-Poe camera
~*~
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