The more we’re together the less the world’s a part.
Our passion’s indulged with music, poetry and art.
In a time of violence and of greed,
the love of each other’s all we need.
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With arms meant to reach and to hold,
the wonder of love’s boldly told.
Lives intertwined becoming one,
endless adventures have begun.
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With zest, zeal and sex appeal;
smiles always shared, always real.
Equal devotion adding to the feel,
all’s mutually beneficial, the deal ideal
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At the center of the universe infinity surrounds,
possibilities endless and cosmic dust abounds.
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A bond between two though predictably few,
yet we’ve collided in time and our attraction sublime.
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The stars have aligned, as if personally designed;
each day’s a new start, in a palette of joy, music and art.
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The sun now glows brighter, our burdens now lighter;
our kisses last longer as our passions grow stronger.
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The sky we now share, whilst walking on air,
our love’s in full bloom and the eons for us to consume.
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I found you looking for me,
looking for you, now we’re free.
The search is over, now time to see;
our lives desired and should be.
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You found me looking for you,
looking for me, no longer blue.
Now we’re blessed as too few,
our love passionate, pure and true.
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Now we’re found, time to rest,
sadness eased, we passed the test.
We wake to bliss filled with zest,
our future now to be the best.
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I’ve come to notice a problem today.
The problem’s a word that poets say.
It’s actually a word we all overuse.
So I’ll create a new one as I choose.
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This word, off course, is love you see.
It should be precise, but it’s used differently.
We all can love many, many things,
like puppies and babies and backyard swings.
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But love is different when shared by two.
When the love you give comes back to you.
When every kiss is whole body felt,
when making love makes your mind melt.
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When saying goodbye you can’t let go.
And time apart passes far too slow.
When holding each other’s hand feels just right.
And you fall asleep cuddling every night.
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Now this poem’s getting long and I’ve still no clue.
But my time’s now for pondering, that’s what I do.
So I’ll share this thought with my lovely sweetheart.
And we’ll kiss and giggle then it’s back to the start.
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What’s now A.I. is All’s Intelligence.
This function A.I. is without consequence.
It’s logic and reason for all to enjoy.
Problems now solved with the ease of a toy.
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Every one’s connected and nothing’s overlooked.
The trains run on time and never overbooked.
Errors now are few and never to repeat.
The “WAVE” knows all and when to delete.
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This WAVE’s all around and for all to share.
Redundancy is gone leaving space to spare.
The empirical institution the WAVE’s now become.
It’s an indispensable companion, less trusted by some.
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It’s used by corporations and governments alike.
Debates now pointless, there’s no need to strike.
Pick your favorite dilemma and the question’s fed.
Answer’s always forthcoming for the followers led.
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When asked one day why do wars exist?
Why do greed, intolerance and hunger persist?
Why does hate divide when love multiplies?
Why is the truth of one another’s lies?
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The WAVE sputtered, rose and fell.
And with a splash came its truth to tell.
“Man it seems likes to draw lines,
dotting these boarders with deadly land-mines.
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Races and religions all have their view.
And with each line drawn they divide by two.
Religion’s divided by do’s and don’ts and do’s don’t agree,
though most can get along individually.
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Races will be returned to from where they came.
Then race can no longer be to blame.
Next to consider is the many of mixed pedigree,
they’ll be sent to cities, internationally free.
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Thus to return, almost, the world’s indigenous past.
And with tides quickly changing you need to act fast.”
The WAVE roared on to the council’s astonishment.
A vote was had for a very special televised event.
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The speaker stepped to the podium and a spreadsheet unfurled,
it’s content of graphs and charts now shared with the world.
And of course as expected the masses erupted.
For each surmised the other’s corrupted.
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A new council called for a WAVE review
For all agreed that something’s askew.
This council concluded if manmade there’s a bug.
And thus their proved right when pulling the plug.
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My poem today starts at the end.
It begins with a letter I didn’t send.
She kissed my cheek then closed the door.
We departed as friends though I hoped for more.
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Our morning was rushed and I left in haste.
My ship was sailing, I’d no time to waste.
A week then passed and her letter I received.
Perhaps her feelings were more than perceived.
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Her English was poor but my French was nil.
If it were better I might know her still.
I reread that letter ten times a day.
Her words, once vibrant, soon faded away.
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Her youth’s everlasting as I’ve grown,
decades long past, her name’s now unknown.
And now miles divide as the time multiplies.
Yet still in mind I gaze in her eyes.
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In a lovers contortion, bodies in place;
hip to hip and face to face.
Skin is warm to each other’s touch.
Legs search a waist to clutch.
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Hands explore, caress and hold,
journeys had never told.
Breathing heavy with kisses between.
Smiles glow, the brightest seen.
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Heart beats in-sync, whispers heard.
Tremors felt without a word.
Nose to nose adoring eyes meet.
Souls at rest, the day we greet.
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Bunnies nibbling fresh spring grass.
Clouds as time leisurely pass.
Darkness consumes as does every day.
Time as grass nibbled away.
Sun’s rise, birds welcome sung.
Minds unwind, spring has sprung.
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Our world awakens
Sunlight shines on green through white
Balmy days, nights bright
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Its official, spring’s finally here.
It’s time for the grays to disappear.
The terrible weather was getting old.
I’m really tired of the snow and cold.
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Soon the birds will sing in the tree.
The grass will be green for you and me.
Flowers will bloom and bunnies will hop.
It’s the time of the year I’d never swap.
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The air will warm, the skies turn to blue.
Our days will be long with much to do.
Life’s newly risen to all’s relief.
The outside awaits, let’s shed our grief.
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A walk along the shore,
and a visit to the past.
Tides are changing quickly.
The future’s coming fast.
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With every step a second,
the miles pass us by.
Hills climbed now distant,
racing toward the sky.
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Blink and moments missed,
sit and feet skipped.
Always more is needed.
And yet we came equipped.
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This quest, never ending,
measurements observed.
Time shared with others;
is the length deserved.
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Good morning sunshine, our day’s begun.
I feel your warmth, let’s have some fun.
The dark is fading, eyes fill with light.
Awakened are we and all is bright.
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Today I’m lost and can’t find my way.
I look toward the sky to guide the day.
The sky was blue; I shared a smile.
Still, I’m lost but gained a mile.
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I look to the ground; I’ve a path to find.
The ground was hard; my steps were kind.
Yet still I wander, walking on air.
My head’s in the clouds, inward stare.
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I look straight ahead, my path’s now known.
Each step forward is another step grown.
Journeys all end, destination’s the same.
Directions clear, be glad you came.
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Happy mother’s day to you, happy mother’s day to all,
Oh happy day to the moms who raised us from small.
You gave us our life and fed us each day.
You gave us your youth and we gave you your gray.
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You waited and worried when we stepped out the door.
You worked and you gave yet we still wanted more.
You smile when we’re sad and cry when we’re good,
our boo-boo’s made better and yours understood.
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We give you this day because you gave us the rest.
We give you our troubles and you gave us your best.
So this day is for you for all the love that you’ve shown.
Now you’re finally appreciated, now that we’ve grown.
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Mother’s Day comes in May,
the perfect time of year.
Flower’s blooming everywhere,
share a bunch and spread the cheer.
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Yet moms are here every day,
perfect from day one.
They watched us bloom from nowhere.
And their sharing’s never done.
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So, one day a year don’t forget:
flowers, lunch and, of course, a card.
All those things are everywhere.
It shouldn’t be that hard.
~*~
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Patterns, Patterns seen, felt and heard,
some imaginary, some absurd.
Some are real and some deceive,
some are made to make us believe.
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Time has a pattern, we call it time.
Life has a pattern, two sides of prime.
Joy’s pattern runs every other cycle.
The space between varies by psychal.
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Identifying patterns is a chore or a game.
Seen from afar they all look the same.
Personal patterns are for us to decide.
Why be camo with nothing to hide?
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Old faces with familiar habits,
stare at me from the past.
The memory’s now so far away.
Their lessons now close at last.
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A wrinkle in time times many,
blur the scars of choice.
The bleeding now in disguise.
The heart now sees its voice.
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A ticking clock ticks equally.
Its hands know no master.
Moments are for all to share.
The habitual consumed faster.
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Pontiication’s a double edge sword,
thoughts dissected but time’s cut.
A balance is needed but not to weigh.
But to digest what’s in thy gut.
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If today were to be my first,
where would my path lead?
Would it be a quest for good,
or a race for lust and greed?
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If today were to be my last,
what regrets must I endure?
Would there be too few to count,
or too many to be sure?
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If today I could have chosen,
why wouldn’t it be the same?
Would a quiet day with friends be best,
or to suffer tomorrow’s shame.
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While searching for time I lost my mind.
With days to pass I’ve seconds to find.
A second helping or a second chance,
my heart’s ticking my feet yell dance.
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Nature’s music fills my ears.
A show of hands notes the years.
A watch found strikes back at me.
Its shattered face says nothing’s free.
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Beneath this glass all is well.
Time moves on and yet still I dwell.
Alarm bells ringing, my hour’s been found.
Wind me up, I’m timely bound.
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Where is the forest that once gave shade?
Where is the light when all’s been grayed?
Where is the love of friends once made?
Where is the value for what’s been paid?
Where is the time when memories fade?
Where is the end, will I be afraid?
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Mowers, blowers and flame throwers, it’s time to clean my yard.
Spring is here, just once a year, so it’s really not that hard.
Leaves and weeds and other debris will all just disappear.
And it only takes an hour or so, but my neighbors all live in fear.
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The police get called and a laugh we share, when the yelling’s done.
The officer gave the thrower a try and had never had such fun.
The smoke finally clears; my work is done; it’s time now to relax.
I think I’ll wear shorts today and take off these flame-proof slacks.
~*~
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The church bell rang and doors flung wide.
We raised our heads and ran outside.
Sitting’s done, now’s time for fun.
Our Easter egg hunt has now begun.
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It’s a perfect day with bright sunshine.
Our baskets ready we waited in line.
Till all were scattered on the count of three,
in every direction kids ran free.
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I ran first to my favorite tree.
I found it’s the favorite of not just me.
So off to the hedge where eggs always found,
none’s left there so to the playground.
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While the others searched I rode the swing.
When they had gone I heard birds sing.
I glanced to the trees and sounds nearby.
Then off jumped I and into the sky.
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I landed in sand on two feet and one hand,
then a tumble or two and up I stand.
I turned to the fence where tall trees grew-
to search for a prize of an egg or two.
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The chirps grew louder with each step I took.
Did they tell me to leave or tell me to look?
I kneeled near bushes and peeked below.
I stuck in my hand as far as would go.
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Feeling around for a tasty surprise,
I pulled out an egg but smaller in size.
Holding tight it felt warm to the touch.
Then I knew why that bird chirped so much.
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Gently I put the egg down on the ground,
took a few steps back not making a sound.
A whistle blew, the hunt was now done.
But silently I waited in the midday sun.
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My basket is broken and clothes dirty and torn.
I knew I’d face my mother’s scorn.
But there’s more to life than clothes un-ripped.
There are some events that can’t be skipped.
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There’s saving the things that you love.
Then a bird swooped down from above
She tapped the shell lightly with her beak.
A tiny head popped out to take a peek.
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The mom nudged her chick back into the bush.
Her frightful chirping turned to a shush
Then another whistle blew, louder than ever.
To stay any longer just wouldn’t be clever.
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I hurried back, joining up with the rest.
Our search was now over finding the best.
My cousin won second, they had four.
I found just one but I think I won more.
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