Change is always with us.
Nothing stays the same.
Life we try to schedule.
But time we cannot tame.
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The clock is always ticking.
Seconds pass us by.
Days are growing shorter.
The years tell us why.
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Be at the ready,
prepared to change our mind.
Exercise flexibility.
Wiggle room we’ll find.
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Making love by candlelight,
intertwined through the night,
sunrise glows and her face I see.
The brightest sun has shined on me.
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Her eyes will open to a loving smile.
We’ll snuggle closer and kiss awhile.
Love we’ll share in the morning light.
And we’ll save our candles for tonight.
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My story today is put on hold.
I’ve snow to shovel in the cold.
This foolish weather’s getting old.
I should move south, so I’ve been told.
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Fresh air and sunshine’s what I need.
No more boots or coats of tweed.
No more shovels, my winters freed.
But there’ll be no speedo, that’s agreed.
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What about sunburn, I burn fast,
a lesson learned from my past.
And the bugs, their numbers vast,
hurricanes too are often forecast.
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I’d miss the autumn with colors bright.
And the pleasant walks on a summer’s night.
Spring of course brings a new days light.
So one more year I guess is alright.
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the love you give is what you show.
There’s the little smile with every glance.
And with every touch a little dance.
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Hugs are abundant and given free.
And kisses returned with equal glee.
With every joke there’s a little laugh.
Wrongs admitted with every gaffe.
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Hands are held on every walk.
And ears wide open when we talk.
The future’s seen as time flies by.
And the only blues are in the sky.
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Sunshine’s felt on a chilly night.
And eyes twinkle beneath starlight.
There’s snuggling close before we sleep.
Then the sharing of dreams to keep.
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Every morning our day is new.
Every day our troubles are few.
Hearts beat and emotions swell.
The word’s a show our actions tell.
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We’ve heard of butterflies and zebras.
But some things never get old.
We’ve all heard of fairy tales,
because timeless stories always told.
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We’ve all heard many, many words.
But they’re still being bought and sold.
We’ve all wished for a happy life,
like a fairytale that we mold.
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We all love the butterfly’s beauty,
and zebras for being bold.
And we all love to be loved.
That’s why some things are forever gold.
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Rock and Toil
Castles can never
reach lofty heights without a
solid foundation.
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Blameless Solutions
When either or both
unhappy, result’s the same.
Fix or quit – no blame.
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Love’s all Wet
Silently I sit,
puddled I sweat. Lagoon thoughts
immersed with you, wet.
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With icy fingers and hidden hands,
an unseen face footless stands.
Awaiting the cough of their next guest,
no’s no answer for their request.
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“Follow me; your time has come,
the path is short, the feeling’s numb.
Two packs a day gives you early admission.
Your time with me is but a transition.”
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The reaper laughed at their instructions,
fearing not their many abductions.
They said the pain would fade away,
but how long they wouldn’t say.
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I gasped for breath, not wanting to go.
Why must it be now I didn’t know.
I said I quit the smokes a few weeks back.
“I’ve only a cold so please cut me some slack.”
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They laughed again at my poor excuse.
Saying my line was long but I choose the noose.
I begged and pleaded to be set free.
They replied that they had a deal for me.
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I said “that’s great”, not having a clue.
They then told me all the things I must do.
Their list was long but I happily agreed.
I’d now do anything, if to only be freed.
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They said they’d go but they’d leave a scar.
Then a loud scary cry was heard from afar.
The reaper then vanished and I lay alone,
reflecting on the habits I’m prone.
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A new day’s begun and life’s the more dear.
The clock’s still ticking but the ends not so near.
I bargained with death but won’t press my luck.
And my future’s now brighter, no longer a schmuck.
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On a street that shouldn’t be there,
there’s a house that shouldn’t stand.
Its front is covered in thorny vines,
out back a yard of sand.
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The windows are always open,
cats all come and go.
There’s a dog that barks all night,
it’s really a horror show.
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There’s an old car in the driveway,
but no one has seen it move.
A radio’s always blasting upstairs,
so someone’s got the groove.
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The locals all say it’s haunted,
they’ve heard stories all their life.
Newlyweds had once lived there,
but no one had ever seen the wife.
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Packages and mail get delivered,
but the trash never goes out.
Imagination fills in the blanks,
cos that’s what fantasy’s about.
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Be daily impressed and impress.
Depress as needed, never regress.
Less to suppress is a better guess.
Success is not always progress.
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Give more, don’t settle for less.
Lies compound, do confess.
Love’s a belief to profess.
And press on through the mess.
~*~
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Beyond the Glass
My windows are closed.
The air cold and leaves fallen.
Yet birds sing somewhere.
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Sticky
With the glue of two,
broken hearts can mend anew.
Or someone gets stuck.
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Self-Love
Love Unimpassioned,
is much like one hand clapping,
every morning.
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Our time apart,
let’s call it art,
performed by you and me.
Scenes created,
of time elated,
hearts and minds set free.
Direction’s un-needed,
cos soon you’ll be greeted,
by dreams and wishes we share.
Reality resumes,
our passion consumes,
inhibitions we now dare.
The curtain will close,
the applause still goes
fantasy’s now to start.
The love we’ve made,
is never to fade,
encores we’re always a part.
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Balls of yarn in a basket rest,
tightly wound await their quest.
Cats a-pouncing, a playful pest,
balls unwound are surely messed.
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But if to be a ball at rest,
is to be without life’s zest.
To unwind, we humans blessed.
Perhaps the cat does know best.
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But we’re not cats, as you’ve guessed.
And if to pounce we’re addressed.
Our winding road we’re obsessed.
And our time is surely pressed.
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But like a basket we welcome guest,
receiving all to our cozy nest.
Though when full we get stressed,
perhaps to knit, but surely I jest.
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Our paths in life we can request.
Our destinations we manifest.
But our time we must invest.
Or simply the litter we’ll digest.
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To woo with words is absurd.
To woo with eyes divine.
To woo with hands is unheard.
To woo with heart’s sublime.
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Lovers have no secrets.
Lovers know no bounds.
Lovers share their pasts,
sometime it astounds.
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Lovers think the same.
Lovers do what’s right.
Lovers doze embraced,
sharing dreams each night.
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Lovers wake to smiles.
Lovers can not lie.
Lovers share their lives,
until the day they die.
~*~
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In a cozy venue silence is heard.
Emotions touched without a word.
Waves of music fill the air,
a special time for two to share.
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Fingers dance on ivory keys.
Warm hands rest upon our knees.
Briskly walking beneath stars bright,
harmony’s felt throughout the night.
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Returning home our mind’s a daze.
Then upstairs our heart’s ablaze.
With a goodnight kiss we’re soon to sleep,
there to dream of this love so deep.
~*~
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In a world of rhyme
all’s poetic, hearts bleeding
is life’s aesthetic.
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When I’m writing less
I’ve far fewer excuses
not to write better
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Awake to a dream and all of our wishes,
we’ve cuddles and kisses, a hit with the misses.
Good morning my love a new day’s begun.
Let’s rise to new heights and follow the sun.
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On a breeze we’ll soar and glide evermore,
with stars to guide our fates we’ll explore.
Our views aligned our vision’s ahead,
our eyes on each other and forward we’re led.
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Laughter we treasure with each new endeavor.
Time on our side our love is forever.
Our evening’s sublime our morning’s delicious,
we’ve cuddles and kisses there are no near misses.
~*~
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In a mirror we see what we feel.
In a lover’s eyes we see what’s real.
The face you see is the one that’s yours.
A glowing smile when you open doors.
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Lips will say “I love you so”.
Hearts then beat because you know.
Eyes twinkle with every greeting.
Arms hold at every meeting.
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The future’s embraced without pain.
Time then passes on a different plane.
Truth enlightens when two are near.
Reflections insure the vision’s clear.
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The sun rises to start a new day.
I awoke to a smile beaming my way.
The smile returned with a good morning kiss.
Our day’s now started in good morning bliss.
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Work’s to follow and time apart,
but smiles remain because of our start.
Memories flash as the minutes creep by.
I’ll count those seconds till home I’ll fly.
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With my head in the clouds, I’ll open the door,
greeted with love by the one I adore.
The sunset we’ll share embraced as one,
our day’s now over and our evening begun.
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I pulled a trigger and I’m not proud.
There was no blood but it sure was loud.
I said some things I shouldn’t have said.
Words shot out and stuck in their head.
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My friends’ brain exploded, oh what a mess.
It was a poor choice of words I do confess.
I brought up a secret from long, long ago.
I thought it resolved but I guess not so.
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Should I be silent or edit my speech?
What is OK and what’s out of reach.
I’m sure they’ll call when the wound heals.
I’ve been there before, I know how it feels.
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Years have gone by with never a slip,
while I watched them drown, sip by sip.
Was it so bad to call them a drunk?
Am I a bad guy, an ass or a punk?
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I know it’s a sickness and not their fault.
But why’s intervention seen as an assault?
When they’re sober maybe then they’ll see,
they pulled that trigger long before me.
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As a man I question my greed.
As a poet I question my need.
As a professional I question a lot.
As an artist it’s questions I’ve got.
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As a pessimist my questions are tough.
As an optimist I question not enough.
As a slacker I question overtasking.
As one with answers I question the asking.
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As a thinker I question the question.
As a lover I question the suggestion.
As a person I question my will.
And as of today I’m questioning still.
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