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My writing’s waning
Want’s waxing, this writer’s block
I’m finding taxing
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Sck052016
writing
Faceless Foe
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Stories are written every day.
Lips move, people say.
Eyes still seen when shut tight.
Ears and nose always alight.
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The mind knows how to think.
Hands made to push the ink.
Yet words of late are not my friend.
Perhaps today this to will end.
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sck051516
Regallant
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Forever to dream
violets in bloom, purple’s
now red with the blues
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sck042216
Rags & Riches
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The millionaire poets, no dollars just sense
Their estates so large too big for a fence
With endless pens to harness the needs
Gardens abound grown from their seeds
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Though time not made with gold on wrist
Dawn awakes when morning kissed
Wealth’s not held it’s how you see
When life’s embrace forever free
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sck042116
Gone to the Dogs -Woof!
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I work doggedly
But poetry’s doggerel
Doggone these dog days
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sck041716
Check Please
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Columns and rows stack the game
Times of yore much the same
Days of peace cloaked in junk mail
Nights at rest dreamt a fairy tale
The dark surrounds all who sleep
What can hold may also keep
Pawns a king can never make
Yet pawn a king can always take
Kings and queens rise and fall
While castle walls forever tall
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Sck041716
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