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Vicariously
I live within my writing.
Life, it seems, is hard.
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Vicariously
I live within my writing.
Life, it seems, is hard.
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Forces of nature,
like myself, follow paths of
the least resistance.
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Maturity is
preferring the acoustic
Led Zeppelin tunes
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Disconnectionated
The older I get,
the younger I feel I feel,
till felt what’s real.
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Dangerous actions
follow dangerous thinking.
Think before thinking.
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Nit Pickin
When I examine
myself with a microscope
I just get smaller.
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I’m writing a poem with a camera obscurer
Alone in the dark with my pen and a mirror
I’ll copy all the words, line for line
Just shapes through a lens, better than mine
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At the glass’s edge all becomes clear
Words arranged, scribed without fear
Reflections honest, colors vivid and true
Time imagined – visions of you
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By hearth embraced for evermore
Framed with care, hung by the door
Shadows of day will come and go
Our depth’s captured, forever aglow
~*~
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Twas a fable yet scribed I chanced on a trail
Whilst adjusting lapels on my shiny chain-mail
Running behind by fast falling hail
When caught by surprise by a soon too late snail
Rushing past for the tour of a mighty blue whale
A little boy followed, arms all a flail
Yelling and screaming and waving a pail
Fearing for life, I ratted out the snail
Thus rightly rewarded a tasty round quail
I plucked a plume, it barked a wail
I flew to the pub and grabbed me an ale
I asked of bread, it answered stale
I ordered steak and was given kale
Complained to a waiter who proceeded to rail
Then I was bounced out, back onto the trail
Went in head first and came out on my tail
Now bumps and bruises read like braille
Poking and prodding will always fail
The highs and lows of a musical scale
Whilst the notes remaining … twas this tale
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If to imagine a perfect life;
paths of ease and little strife,
morning smiles and a noon surprise,
sunsets reflected in each other’s eyes.
Our eve’s playful, toying future schemes.
Nights shared cuddling, kissing and living our dreams.
The sun then will rise for me and you.
Each day a new start of our lives anew.
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Why must I rise so early from bed?
Why don’t the thoughts leave my head?
Why can’t my answers pass the test?
Why do my dreams never rest?
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Why does every day need a new start?
Why won’t this passion leave my heart?
No, I don’t want to write anymore!
Unless that’s what all this feeling’s for?
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I feel a tale coming on,
from this place I sit upon.
Here or there or hither and yon,
perhaps a tail I shall don.
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If it be long I’ll wear shorts.
If it be helpful I’ll play sports.
If it’s painful I’ll be in reports.
If made famous I’ll live in resorts.
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Characters all, we stand in line.
It’s worth a shot, I got mine.
The wait begins for a sign.
And other than fear I feel fine.
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The story starts when a bug consumes.
The world locked safely in their rooms.
Sharing we will whatever looms.
An end is near, enjoy the blooms.
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The full moon does not
invite evil, it’s simply
illuminating
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Since purchasing a
New rhyming dictionary
I’ve been writing less
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Chivalry’s not dead.
It holds open the door to
more enlightened times.
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For each speck of light
seen in space there are billions
more hidden behind
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So is the end of another Valentine’s Day,
all the confetti’s been vacuumed away.
Cards now stored neatly in a special drawer.
Dying flowers are thinned till there are no more.
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The romantic dinner’s now just a memory.
The dessert was great but sure wasn’t free.
There are two candies left no one will eat,
one’s missing a bite and the other’s no treat.
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Her dress was stained from wine I spilled.
The rest of the night I thought I’d be killed.
We woke the next morning and she’s still peeved.
But I’m still alive, so I was relieved.
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I tried to kiss her and she yelled “go away!”
Then she went off about ruining her day.
The whole event gave me a terrible scare.
But all’s good now cos it was just a nightmare.
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I wished to pen a Valentine’s poem.
But time did wander and the mind did roam.
And all the words all used before.
So why just add for the sake of more.
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I’ve had my chances and my time.
I’ve shared it freely with love and rhyme.
For those written only memories remain.
Hearts once in tune, beat’s not to regain.
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Direction comes from all directions, but most lost.
And only the ship of fools is love tossed.
Though waves felt profoundly with silence rife,
this day’s not yet over, nor is life.
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I wish a wish made wishes come true.
I’d wish to make a Valentine, just for you.
But where it sent I just don’t know.
But maybe the wish will end, tomorrow.
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Valentine’s Day now is near.
But again I’ve no poem this year.
I find the day a stressful time,
my mind goes blank and I’ve no rhyme.
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But I do have love and she loves me.
And the day’s still young, so we’ll see.
My pencil’s sharp and coffee’s ready,
the sun now risen, my hands still steady.
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An hour’s past and words are few;
perhaps a card will have to do.
But just wait, I’m no quitter.
Though a bit lazy and a prolific sitter.
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So I’ll take a break then try once more.
I’ve enough to say, that’s for sure.
I could write of the things she does for me.
And of the beauty she helps me see.
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I could mention the way she makes me feel;
each day assured our love is real.
I must also include our morning kisses,
and how she exceeds all my wishes.
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There’s also the snuggling every night,
and how wonderful she is in the morning light.
And how she makes my heartbeats race,
my worries vanished without a trace.
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We both laugh a lot, though I’m not always funny.
Her tolerance’s high and disposition’s sunny.
Our future’s bright, what more can I say?
Oh yeah; Happy Valentine’s Day!
~*~
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Colors abound, many unseen
Warm, cold and in between
Good, neutral or just plain mean
Perfectly flat or ultra-high sheen
Blackness paints the hue of night
Shades of gray fill the light
Morning comes all is bright
Gaze the sun all is white
Breathe deep, share the haste
Air fresh or full of waste
Seas of warmth or frigid ice
Hairs of decision some with lice
A spectrum of options everyday
Wheels and dials all have their say
Black or white, shades of gray
But choose we must somehow, some way.
The End
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Hearts never open
Hearts never to be broken
Un-open bleed fixed
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Hearts always open
Welcome all that’s broken
Open yet broken still
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Welcome hearts open
Melded pairs never broken
Hearts beating times rhythm
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Our lives are full of laughter and bliss.
To not be thankful I’d be remiss.
So my gratitude’s shown at every chance.
My emotions stirred with every glance.
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We snuggle close every single night.
Then snuggle again in the morning light.
With hugs and kisses all day long,
this love we share should be a song.
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Flowers and candy are no big deal;
our passion’s sweeter and forever real.
And when every day is just like mine,
then every day’s a Valentine.
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With a poem to view and flowers to smell,
candies to nibble and jokes to tell,
I’m ready for this Valentine’s Day,
when love is shared the old fashioned way.
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I’ll wake her gently with a kiss on the cheek.
Then sneak one more before she can speak.
I’ll say good morning, happy Valentine’s Day!
We’ll snuggle awhile then up and away.
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We’ll sip our coffee and enjoy the blooms.
And then when we’re done the kissing resumes.
I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful day.
Why would it be any other way?
~*~
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