Today’s the thirteenth, as you may know.
The only Friday I wish would go.
Today’s the day to stay in bed.
Today’s the day I always dread.
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Lock the doors and stay inside.
Tomorrow’s soon, today I’ll hide.
Luck’s for those who choose to wait.
Bad luck happens no matter the date.
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Superstition is what we choose it to be.
But being safe is what matters to me.
We all can do as we may choose,
life and limb is yours to lose.
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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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When values are charismatic
and thought becomes plutocratic,
participation is devoid.
Then hardship is systematic.
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When this world seems dramatic
and our head’s full of static,
anger’s then employed.
And hate becomes pragmatic.
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When life, it seems erratic
and joy becomes sporadic,
worry fills the void.
Then the gloom is traumatic.
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When time itself is problematic
and the future’s enigmatic,
trust is then destroyed.
And solitude becomes symptomatic.
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But when we are diplomatic
and compassion’s automatic,
violence we avoid.
Then love is democratic.
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I ain’t never wrote a blues song
Don’ think it sound too good
But my baby did just leave me
And not the way she should
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Our spring blossomed bright
Our summer was hot
But with those dyin’ leaves
I was forgot
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I was tossed to the curb
like yesterday’s waste
Now just her memory
I’m forever to taste
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Love was shared in our hearts
A future’s gone before a start
My baby just left me
And not the way she should
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I didn’t get call
there was no little fight
I got shot a quick text
on a Tuesday night
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Her “baggage too great”
to groove with me
Just a couple of words
and that’s all I’d see
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That’s how she left me
Not the way she should
Cos these blues I’m now feelin’
sure ain’t soundin’ good
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Brittle lips and inflamed eyes,
Cast away on wind-swept skies.
Drifts deepen in a sandy haze.
Mind wanders to rainy days.
When gloom now seems bright.
That oasis of a chilly night.
Snowflakes kiss your rosy nose.
Moonlight eclipsed on a face that glows.
Then melts away as mirages do.
When icy hearts break in two.
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In dreamy state a big-top thrives.
Welcomes the circus of our lives.
Shady flaps billow to all that is unknown.
Roaring beast in the dark, where the meat is thrown.
Nervous laughter fills what was the calm.
A gypsy knows the future by the fortune in our palm.
The cranks forever stiffen that wind up the band.
The irony of love, a ride through tube in hand.
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Though it last, never least, mirrors that consume.
Reflections haunt endlessly in this shattered room.
Though time runs out, lines move on as they always do.
Clowns singing for their blood say goodbye to you.
Escaping through a tiny hole, between the grains of sand.
A journey to continue to find the love on which to stand.
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Infinite shades
Gray art of empty
Sides all have a face
Perpetually changing
Eyes peering both ways
Outward an abstract blur
Inward angles sharp and clear
Ever-moving, overlapping, disappearing
Spectrum glowing, depth growing
Specters in a static box
Dancing into dusk
Fade to black
Slumber
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A brush paints canvas
A hand fills skies
The mind paints tomorrows
The heart paints eyes
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A shadow fills clutter
The painter’s little lies
The landscapes image disappears
The portrait never dies
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I’m going to write a poem so everyone feels good.
I’ll make it bright and cheery as I know I should.
Peculiar times upon us, isolation’s now the norm.
But spring is out in force; soon we’ll all feel warm.
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Trees are soon to blossom, grass is soon to green.
Flowers will share their colors, bees will tend their queen.
Nature shares her secrets, life does rise again.
Birds are already singing, though we’ve a bigger brain.
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The future has no guide; we live from day to day.
Optimism is our key to find a better way.
Life will throw some curves and everyone has a pitch.
Some may catch a virus, some will find their niche.
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Love is in our heart, compassion’s in our soul.
Thoughts fill our heads, they make us feel whole.
The earth will stay in motion; the sun will rise and fall.
Time’s now to show our mettle and share with one and all.
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Seeds afloat seeking unfamiliar ground
A mother’s warmth to be found
Love is rained from parental cloud
Bed is rich beneath the shroud
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Father’s push from dark to light
Growth by day and shadows of night
Journeys upward to infinite skies
A world anew to saplings eyes
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Soaring towards the sun-gods call
Arms outstretched embracing all
Colors change, soon to flee
Naked spires looming free
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Twigs share times weighty strife.
A forest of one can have no life
Seasoned words of maturity
Nature’s view atop the poet tree
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The End
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Horrors penned in tomes of fear
Words unseen in a shadows lair
Forever night when cover’s tight
Wings blossom in morning light
Rolling stones gathering moss
When time renders motions loss
Unknown saints wear heavy cross
Unbound future our only boss
Times absorbed in a sponge
Fills the well to take the plunge
Return from pleasure, pre-desire
Or the heat of ice and frozen fire
Air-less caverns running swift
Bloodied quill the only gift
Flightless birds soaring high
Pages fluttering in endless sky
Spiraling upward for the crest
Touching down – needed rest
Sleepless specter, broken spine calls back
Ink floods lines, sheets fill black
Dark and light fill lengthy fall
Return we must to journey’s all
To do what’s right, a writers call
Recording all, big and small
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I like wheels – that’s what I like.
Cars or trucks or a motor bike,
wheels make me smile and grin.
Some wheels spin in wind on a pin.
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I wish I had wheels on my feet.
Then I can zoom down the street.
Up the ramp and flying high,
wheeling through the open sky.
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I wish I had wheels on my chair.
I could get things way over there.
I could scoot in my stocking feet.
Or reach things high standing on seat.
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Wheels go round and round in my head.
I wish I had wheels on my bed.
Then I can drive to all my dreams.
Win all the races, hear crowd screams.
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In the garage, my wheels parked there.
Soon I’ll be out, wind in my hair.
First kick tires, adjust the seat.
Polish the chrome isn’t she sweet.
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Check the mirror so I can see,
everything – way behind me.
Yes – riding fast is what I like.
On all three wheels of my trike.
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The End
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Grays are Lies
To write with the dawn,
sky’s to rise to brilliant eyes.
To her I am drawn.
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Sunday mornings are:
times of quiet and peaceful rest,
shared zest, feeling best.
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We Are We
We are as we are.
We’re at the place that we are.
We choose who we are.
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Gaslights flicker, but one in three
These harsh fall winds batter thee
Soon the rains will pour and pelt
Yet with heavy heart nothing’s felt
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Broken brick teeters beneath shoe-less feet
The stench of death fills the street
An island paradise – mine no more
Alas in this city to find a door
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Thirty years lost at sea
‘Till found rescued, returned free
In search of a life I wish to find
Of futures not had and left behind
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Now homeward bound to do what’s right
And share my tale of a dreadful night
With freezing sleet and gale, our sails torn
Splintered masts await the morn
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Screams of mates haunting still
Silence came with the sunsets’ chill
I awoke to a native angel, urged to make a wife
Years of guilty pleasure pass of fertile island life
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In a search never-ending of a foggy memory
Back to a decrepit city, forever lost to me
A vision of a woman I had no time to know
And a father-less child I never saw grow
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Now I must roam this morbid place
In the shadows I hide this unknown face
With grizzled hide and toothless grin
Tis I this rotted hull of unforgivable sin
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First I betrayed a young bride with family
I’ve betrayed my many brothers to a stormy sea
Betrayed my island flowers with my bastard seed
And their many blooms not knowing of their creed
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In tangled webs of filthy alleys, doors locked tight
Shuttering out the dangers awakened in the night
Seeking boarded diamond pane, broken lintel I recall
My tiny door beckons just down the hall
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Now steps ahead my future lies, one without a past
Decisions’ pondered long, yet always chosen fast
With a knock a ghost returns to those long at rest
Me thinks a splintered briny deck for all will be best
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The waiting’s over, my time is here.
The day is new, let’s spread the cheer.
The sky’s blue and the grass is green.
The birds are singing, the future’s seen.
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The morning began much the same.
Yesterday’s wishes never came.
Dreams of the night faded away.
Eyes now open to yet another day.
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Something’s different, I don’t know why.
Perhaps it’s the cloudless, deep blue sky.
Maybe springtime has filled my head.
Or could my head is done with the dread.
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I don’t know how much time I’ve to live.
I don’t know how much more I can give.
I don’t know and I don’t much care.
This feels so good I’d love a spare.
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I do know how much more I can take.
But today’s the day that I would make.
Then make more for all to enjoy.
Peace and love to all us hoi polloi.
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Love is the power of vision and of touch.
Love is a weapon, a sentry and a crutch.
Love is the present, a gift we are drawn.
Love is the future, the past being gone.
Love is the reason we love life so much.
Love is our life, there’s nothing else of such.
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The grand tour begins with the end of our days.
It’s the chance of a lifetime in so many ways.
There’s dining, dancing and then nightly plays.
Adventures await with views that amaze.
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Space is quite limited, as are the beds.
Bikes are allowed as are your sleds.
We’ve goggles for eyes and helmets for heads.
We’ve ice cold drinks and jams for breads.
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Its best that you hurry before it’s too late.
So write your checks now, why tempt your fate.
You’ll be envied by all, won’t that be great.
You can double the fun when bringing a date.
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Mornings begin with a glorious sunrise.
The party starts when you open your eyes.
But first we’ve coffee, eggs and home fries.
Clothing is optional so forget useless ties.
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If you like naps we’ve plenty of space.
If you like sports you can enter a race.
There are no losers or fallers from grace.
Time is scheduled to match your pace.
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We meet at the station at ten on the dot.
But if you’re late we’ll save you a spot.
If you’re early you can borrow a cot.
Because dreams are best when awake we’re not.
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A story begins when an adventure’s been had.
And for two young lads their end was bad.
They choose to skip school on a bright sunny day.
While deep in the woods the sky turned gray.
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They veered from the path when a chipmunk ran past.
They bolted and darted but the critters too fast.
Resting beneath a lush canopy of green,
the fast moving clouds they hadn’t seen.
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The temperature dropped as the sky turned black.
The boys had no clue of how they’d get back.
Rain fell in buckets, the pair soaked to the bone.
The howls and growls meant they weren’t alone.
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The pair was now hungry, cold, tired and afraid.
Both very sorry for the choices they made.
Each made a promise to do as they should.
And if they survived they’d always be good.
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Shivering all night, either could sleep.
A nightmare they lived while both counted sheep.
Through teary eyes a new dawn was seen,
and the boys now as happy as they’d ever been.
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They rose with a burst and sang out in joy.
Then a bear was spotted and she was no toy.
The children screamed and ran off in fear.
But the bear stayed put with berries so near.
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Each boy choose a different path, now each alone,
if ever reunited both now more grown.
The day warmed up nicely and a search was begun.
But unfortunately by sunset they’d only found one.
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Days past and reinforcements were called in.
The lake was dragged and patience grew thin.
The boys’ chance of survival was now very slim.
Most of the town folk figured the bear had found him.
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The police told his parents clothing was found.
And also nearby there was blood on the ground.
The boys’ mom screamed seeing his shirt.
It being torn and bloody and covered with dirt.
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The search was called off that day at sunset.
The boy that was found was now full of regret.
Another week passed and a service was planned.
A headstone was chosen and shovels were manned.
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The church was full with mourners from afar.
Then a ranger drove up with a boy in the car.
The boy ran in the church yelling “I’m sorry and glad”.
“I’m glad to be alive but sorry for being bad”.
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Hugged by his parents who were both quite relieved.
He then told his story that’s hard to be believed.
Punished all summer, he was not allowed out.
The adventure was uncertain, but a story, no doubt.
The End
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Homeward bound, a cloudy sky an unfamiliar cobbled street
Silence surrounds the many blank faces guarded by rushing feet
Fading sunlight shaded a forgotten old brick doorway
When a sudden squall and bolt of light brightened that gloomy day
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A twist of fate, strangers meet to escape the pending drench
Glances are avoided, awkward silence used as defense
Then nervous words about weather answered with a smile
Glowing cheeks made me wish for the rain to stay awhile
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We shared stories of our lives, some laughs and some tears
Our hands shared pockets to ward off chill and our many fears
Time flew, the storm had passed yet we noticed none
Matted hair and soggy feet we splashed into the long set sun
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Awkward silence once again, I truly felt ashamed
Blissful hours past and we never shared our names
Blushing, I asked hers and she responded with mischief in her eyes
“I’d rather not tell you anymore for now, but ask again at sunrise”
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The sun rose on chilly toes long ago, never to forget –
It was a dark cobbled street where once strangers met
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Our empty lot’s not empty at all.
There’s a tree that’s big and tall.
It’s a place that kids love to share.
It’s on my street so mom needn’t care.
We spend sunny days in the shade.
There’s lots of dreaming in forts we made.
There’s bunches of dirt to dig deep holes.
Rainy puddles for toy fishing poles.
Our empty lot really has it all,
We hide and seek and sometimes play ball.
It’s the place where adventures begin.
A fence to keep the city out and us in.
We’ve bugs and spiders, squirrels and cats.
There’s soft grass to sit for quiet chats.
We see dogs on leashes and birds in the sky,
Some tweet, sing sweet, bark, run and fly.
There’s rope jumping girls and running boys.
Everyone brings their favorite toys.
Weeds make jungles for our tiny men.
Tiny cars get lost, then are found again.
A place on Sundays for dads to mow.
A place anytime where friendships grow.
When the days fun is done, we all say goodnight.
To our good old friend, under the street light.
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Memorial Day’s a solemn day,
we honor lives who’ve slipped away.
On distant soil they did roam,
defending our country and our home.
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A salute to those wrapped in glory,
a salute to those who told their story.
Thanks to all that proudly served.
This day of memorial is much deserved.
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Perhaps in the future wars won’t exist.
Peace can be found if we persist.
Today may hold tomorrow’s key.
But it’s our past that has made us free.
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Battles lost and battles won,
we can never forget the good they’ve done.
They sacrificed all so that we may thrive.
And in our memories they will forever survive.
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With a snowy blanket to ward of the chill,
deep in the forest a den lay still.
Then spring arrives, eyes soon gaze,
all that’s missed in the winter’s haze.
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The most daring, of course, popped out first,
the second unsure but for their thirst.
While the last clung to their hungry mom,
till out she burst, not seeking calm.
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In the new light the young family squinted.
Then in a blink the awed group splintered.
Mama was busy with breakfast in her sights.
The cubs were curious of nature’s delights.
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Full of fear the timid cub sat alone.
With teary eyes closed all was unknown.
The adventurous pair now frolicked out of view.
Mama roared and they all knew what to do.
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Back at the den the family again met.
Mama spoke firmly and new rules set.
Wherever she goes the cubs will too.
And what she says is what they’ll do.
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Each a reason to not like what was said.
Each had ideas in their very own head.
Sticking together down the path they forged,
when new grass found for all to gorge.
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A stream nearby was sure to taste nice,
it’s wintry fresh but cold as ice.
The foolish pair dove in and quickly back out.
The timid one laughed and mama was in doubt.
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For the cubs it was their second spring.
But mama feared they hadn’t learned a thing.
Their season’s short with much to do.
Will her cubs be ready, she hadn’t a clue.
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Back safe in their den all were glad,
bellies were full and fun was had.
The next day started much the same.
For two of the cubs it all seemed a game.
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Grabbing for a beehive and to their surprise,
this prickled pair soon felt it unwise.
Fallen from the tree to roll down the hill,
a vacant hive was about to thrill.
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While the humbled duo ran off in fright.
The shy little cub had lunch in sight.
With hardly a care they lunged for the treat.
Head first they met, the greeting sweet.
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Mama returned hearing her cubs horrid wail.
But seeing her sticky one she knew the tale.
With a quick loving lick down the path she rushed.
At least for now one cub was hushed
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Back at the stream the others found unharmed.
Mama’s relieved though still alarmed.
Did the cubs recall or was it a whim;
a lesson learned that bees can’t swim.
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The bears then flew back, hasty to arrive.
There they all dove into that tasty hive.
The cubs soon napped and mama felt less fear.
And this is barely a story, unless you’re a bear.
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Searching in theory for relativity,
thoughts of you expanding constantly.
Feelings’ compounding exponentially,
your smile and warmth is my felicity.
With every kiss sparking electricity,
stars align lighting our intensity.
Our formula’s blending unequivocally,
biologically chemistry’s evolutionary.
Your infinite hues color a poet’s eccentricity,
soundly proving the love of you and me.
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