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Good memories keep,
let the bad fade – then there’s room
for when better’s made.
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Good memories keep,
let the bad fade – then there’s room
for when better’s made.
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Instantaneous conception
Darkened suspension
Quintessential isolation
Thrusted illumination
Blissful termination
Trusted dedication
Explored dimension
Forced memorization
Infinite confusion
Rising tension
Tense deliberation
Lofty ambition
Numbing frustration
Occasional jubilation
Generational creation
Much tribulation
Restful justification
Deserved relaxation
Diminishing pension
Perpetual hibernation
But so far mostly fun
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Summer’s soon over, vacation’s now past.
The first day of school was coming fast.
The twins: Jen and Ben can’t decide.
Jen wants to go but Ben wants to hide.
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Jen wants to learn and make new friends.
Ben wishes that the summer never ends.
They both agree they are getting older.
Ben’s a little wiser and Jen a bit bolder.
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Ben’s gotten bigger, Jen’s starting to read.
They race to the sandbox and Jen’s in the lead.
It’s the last weekend before school starts.
There they’ll learn letters, numbers and art.
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Ben likes to paint; Jen loves to drum.
She taps on her pail and Ben starts to hum.
Ben uses a stick to draw in the sand.
Jen gets a shovel and gives Ben a hand.
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Mom brings out lunch for them to share.
She talks about school, but Ben doesn’t care.
Mom says it’s kindergarten, just half a day.
Jen hugs Ben and says there’s time to play.
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Ben feels better and gets back to eating.
Dad joins in for a Saturday lunch meeting.
They finish their lunch then have dessert.
Jen climbed a tree; Ben played in the dirt.
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Supper’s soon then bath time and bed.
But first they’ll find dad, he’s in the shed.
The table is set for the twin’s favorite dish.
It’s roasted potatoes, coleslaw and fish.
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The cat likes fish too and jumps on Ben’s lap.
Jen starts to giggle and gives her a scrap.
Ben gave her another and mom said no more.
Hers comes in a bag we buy at the store.
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Mom takes a seat and dad serves the slaw.
Jen spills her drink; Ben drops his straw.
The mess cleaned up and the meal enjoyed.
Ben finished first, Jen was annoyed.
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There’s time for a game then scrub-a-dub.
Jen likes the shower; Ben likes the tub.
He plays with boats and pretends to swim.
Jen’s much quicker, like they are at the gym.
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Mom reads a book; dad turns out the light.
Kisses all around and then goodnight.
Both quiet and still they stare at the moon.
They drift off thinking of school starting soon.
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Shuffling through the shifting sands.
Time is written in our hands.
Traversing all; sea and lands.
Around and around for second strands.
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Looking past our treasured finds,
the future’s seen in our minds.
Collages made of all kinds,
bloods the bond that blurs and binds.
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Legs propel for fear or fun,
the past remains; we cannot run.
Reality’s ours seek or shun,
the face is yours, the time’s begun.
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Mornings begin in silence.
The sun is yet to rise.
Sitting in the darkness,
I’ve no need for my disguise.
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The black fades to purple.
The time comes into view.
Will the focus be clear,
or another shade of blue?
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Light fills my eyes,
night escapes my head.
Thoughts invade my senses,
grays turn into dread.
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How will I be seen today?
The mirror reflects my fright.
The clock dictates my future.
Doubts cloud my sight.
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Daring’s at the ready,
necessity turned up high.
The door cautiously opened.
To fear I welcome good-bye.
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To be a poet one must only write.
And be in awe of day and night.
Inspiration abounds without refrain.
Absorb all, both pleasure and pain.
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I didn’t ask to be me or you, you.
But to express is what we do.
Not all writes can be a song.
But no writes are ever wrong.
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Dawn welcomes most every day.
Shadows of the dark go either way.
Sleep’s never quite enough.
Dreams fill time with better stuff.
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And love it seems is part of the deal.
Hearts will break, to bleed we heal.
The soul burns to see the light.
To be a poet one must only write.
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Penned in my head words leak out.
Even tone’s seen with never a shout.
There’s no laughter, whispers or a scream.
The sun doesn’t shine nor does the moon beam.
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In two dimensions my thoughts do lie.
Depth filtered through one blind eye.
Torn between paper and time,
my heart beats on rhythm and rhyme.
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Love’s too easy when inspiration’s free.
Fear’s too real when the enemy’s me.
Fantasy’s seen with a panoramic view.
Consumption’s felt when all the colors blue.
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Life’s many a hue with every shade of gray.
But black and white’s what we read every day.
Yesterday shapes where our todays begin.
And tomorrows start when life leaks in.
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The albino bearded lizard wizard’s not a lizard at all.
In fact, he’s a boy, albino and bearded and he stands quite tall.
He does have a lizard, albino and bearded, who answers the wizards’ call.
Nightly laughter they both share atop the garden wall.
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The lizard too is a wizard and a monster he’s often called.
Their youth remained for centuries; maturity was forestalled.
Each knew they were different, both glad to have a friend.
But time was ticking forward, their childhood was soon to end.
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Graduation day finally came, the students waited on their stool.
The beasts too had graduated and now feasted by the pool.
The awkward albino bearded pair huddled in the shade,
They both laughed together, surprised they made the grade.
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The worldly wizard queen then gave her graduation speech.
Her awestruck audience listened as a proclamation she did screech.
“All wizards must be prepared for a battle yet to be named.
The dragons were disgusted and wanted the humans tamed.”
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The dragons were the wizards’ kings and kings of all there be.
Then the wizards sided with mankind and the change we now see.
The dragons then outnumbered but will always get their way.
So, the dragons hid, plotted, and waited for their perfect day.
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A meeting was soon needed and a message they did send.
The queen, a very tolerant wizard, was ordered to attend.
The dragons asked the queen which side she would now assist.
She called for the albino bearded pair and said that they’ll be missed.
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A journey the pair would make and a message they would take.
They were to find the dragons’ leer, if not, their wizardry’s fake.
At first the journey was tranquil, until the trees turned into moss.
But the map was clear, the ocean’s near and soon they had to cross.
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The pair sat together throughout the night; laughter was not shared.
The next day was spent thinking about why they had been dared.
They questioned their strength in wizardry and why they were sent.
They pondered the most important thing; what their failure meant.
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Shore line bound on a rocky beach the ocean soon flooded their view.
Another step and they must swim, what else was the pair to do.
Warm and dry on the wizards’ shoulder the lizard saw a true friend.
A selfless friend who’s always there, until the cold and bitter end.
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Their bond now frozen in time the lizard leapt with the joy of a new start.
With a splash, waves of emotion swept over the lizards’ tiny cold heart.
The loyal wizard dove into the icy abyss to save his lifelong mate.
He didn’t give a second thought to what might be his fate.
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With each clumsy stroke the friends grew larger and stronger.
Their powers finally realized; fears were theirs no longer.
Overcoming adversity was their gift and proven every day.
The pair, now reassured, knew they’d find their way.
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The swim became enjoyable, greeting whales as they swam.
The pair now too were giants and as happy as a clam.
They traveled day and night before the land came into view.
A land covered in snow and ice; a place seen by just a few.
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Staring into the future whilst reflecting on their past.
Forward was their path, tomorrow’s coming fast.
There was no time to frolic in this new and mystical place.
The friends had never felt the snow on their chilly face.
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Onward they tread, each unaware of their enormous new size.
To each, the same old friend, in each other’s eyes.
The snow was getting deeper as the sun began to fade.
A shadow appeared ahead, a choice, then was made.
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The fearless pair followed the shadow into the dark and unknown.
As the shadow disappeared, a dragon, then magically grown.
With salutations all around their dragon guide led the way.
Tirelessly they all ventured until the break of day.
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The sun rose and a castle of ice glistened in the distance.
The albino pair stood in awe of this grand palace’s existence.
Large and foreboding gates began to open as the trio came near.
Once safely inside they were all greeted with a loud cheery cheer.
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A bountiful feast was enjoyed, and conversation ensued.
As the hours grew late eyelids grew heavy and sleep set the mood.
A good night’s rest was enjoyed whence summoned by the king.
The angry King loudly inquired what excuses do they bring.
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“We bring no excuses”, proclaimed the wizard, newly confident.
“We bring a message from our beloved queen, her love evident.”
“She doesn’t think war’s the answer and will not participate.”
“Humans, too, will soon grow up, so why tempt our children’s fate?”
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The king, unamused, then asked the lizard why they were sent.
The lizard replied, “Our queen is wise, your concern is misspent.”
The king screamed to his guards “arrest them now, my patience depleted!”
The pair stood with a smile and grew some more, as was needed.
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The guards ran away while the king, defiantly, stood alone.
“We mean no harm” said the wizard, “sit back on your throne.”
The king was furious, confused and more than a little afraid.
He then sat back on his throne and said, “what deal can be made.”
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“No deals are needed”, said the lizard,” our job here’s complete.”
“The Queen’s message received, now we’re back to get some heat.”
Provisions were provided and the pair happily headed home.
Both, rightfully relieved to be free of that frozen catacomb.
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Their journey back was faster as the pair now knew the way.
Their kingdom waited patiently for their return home, some day.
Back home they were greeted with fanfare and thanked by one and all.
Then the albino bearded lizard and wizard returned to their garden wall.
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The End
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Caution-
Image in mirror
Is milliseconds older
upon reflection
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A Positive Negative View-
When sunny days dark
Negative ink shades dark light
Starry nights all’s bright
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Prepoetry-
A poet’s muscle
Sculpted one word at a time
A very long time
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The way she laughs, the way she smiles,
the ways that she sees me,
the way she walks, the way she talks,
the ways she helps me see.
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The way she looks, the way she feels,
the way she touches me,
the way she kisses and fulfills my wishes,
the way that love should be.
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Side by side,
far and wide,
together we shall be.
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The time is near,
when you are here,
home it shall forever be.
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No need to think,
our minds in sync,
and the future’s ours to see.
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Passion felt beyond romance,
bliss shared with every glance,
this we do agree.
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A love that’s true,
that’s me and you,
together we are free.
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Sunsets in September
colors to remember
vibrant hues
share life’s clues
no time for regret
or too forget
the September sunset
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I woke today in a fog.
But autumn’s now in view.
There’ll be more days of sky high temps,
though fortunately just a few.
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My body’s burned with a patchwork tan,
the grass a patchwork of brown.
Smiles await bluer skies,
but for now I’ve still a frown.
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Perhaps today I’ll write a poem,
better than those before.
I used to say that every day,
but now I’m not so sure.
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Like the seasons, time does change,
creativity comes and goes.
Inspiration’s all around,
but negativity grows and grows.
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I need a cool crisp morning,
with leaf of red and gold.
Though summers can be wonderful,
this one’s getting old.
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Maybe it’s just a fantasy,
thinking words will find their way.
Maybe the fantasy’s over,
of being joyous every day.
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Peering up from my lap,
I see the fog starting to clear.
Though my paper is still blank,
I know a story’s near.
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My eyes now wide open,
my pencil’s sharp and new.
Optimistically I scribble a word,
the clouds now but few.
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One word turns to another,
a third leads to a line.
Verses soon will follow,
and again the day is mine.
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I’m glad this patchwork is over.
And I’m sure that you are too.
I’m thankful for your time today,
my inspiration being you.
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Time conveyed one to another
Volumes built upon each other
Leather bound illuminated stacks
Timely covers, spiny backs
Rag pressed, vellum crisp
Gilt edges awe with flourish
Foxed, toned, molded or torn
Paper sheathed, all’s to cherish
Labeled leaf beckon turns
Fiction fine, truth burns
Chapter’s start, ends remain
Hours lost, worlds to gain
Drafts waft, hearts flutter
Time’s conveyed one to another
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Tiny fairies flitter, sniffing summer sweets
Never pausing very long to enjoy the tasty treats
Yet on rare occasion I’ve seen them stop and stand
Purveyors perched perusing their never-ending land
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In capes of emerald flecks a-glisten
Sharing mysteries with those who listen
Magic’s in the moment, then to disappear
Flight near invisible, journeys without fear
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Their lengthy travels always elusive
Their worldly wisdom justly conclusive
With a welcome whisper, faintest ever heard
My fairy’s come to visit, a little humming-bird
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Stages of life in our micro-sense
Evaluations of thus foretold in past-tense
Passion, conception and infancy
Childhood, adolescence and maturity
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Individually formed randomly we conform
Collectively forged to an individual norm
Perceptions of fear dictate those to be free
Neolithic to renaissance and contemporary
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Stages of our life’s in the macro-sense
Evaluating lucidity of generations hence
Passion’s the start, when universes collide
Conception lets the atoms decide
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Infancy opens eyes to minds a-spark
Childhood informs our fears of the dark
Siblings diverge consistent with urge
Violence to surge with power to purge
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The time of adolescence, fire’s conceived
Ash to the wind, a world’s perceived
Sharing thought, love and hate universally
A university of diversity in an ever-changing sea
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Young adults craft their tools to impress
Civility’s conjured with mid-age regress
Maturity may follow, though yet to see
This micro macro juncture’s where we seem to be
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Like time itself mankind has many stages
Dark or enlightened vary though ages
With eon sundries since time had begun
Immature conclusions foretell a sundry of one
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Step into my diorama.
Leave the present behind.
Troubles soon will fade away.
Simpler times fill the mind.
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Rest your weary body.
Sense an ocean breeze.
Feast your eyes to candlelight.
Dream of what you please.
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Sit beside the fire.
Music fills the air.
Welcome home my old friend.
We’ve time I’d like to share.
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The air finally cooling, a breeze saunters by.
The sun paints gloriously today’s goodnight sky.
A masterpiece of calm, a moment that is few.
A dusk of pure perfection, if I to be with you.
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In these changing times,
minds cannot stay still.
Violence spreads like wildfire,
testing our strength and will.
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Thought’s our only guide,
misguided we are lost.
Shooting from the hip,
destruction is the cost.
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Love is shared by all,
hearts beat their choice.
Hate is the divider,
drowning out our voice.
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High upon a tightrope,
this world can feel small.
Balance is required,
the option is we fall.
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The water’s warmest,
air’s often not, late summers’
precarious spot
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We mold and sculpt every day,
we try to create a better way.
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We pinch and pull, pluck and pound,
though never is the best form found.
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Yet press on we must without a doubt
or eventually we’ll all dry out.
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