Mornings lost to mourning
Day’s lost to night
Night’s lost in darkness
Darkness longs for light
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Sleepless nights, hopeless days
Hopeful nights, time slight
Day’s lost in hands-of-time
Time wins times fight
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Fists hide mourning’s face
Gentle hands, mornings bright
Night stars light mourned
Suns rise, all’s right
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Nights fall, mourning ends
Faces shine ending fright
Mourning put to rest
Day returns to sight
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Back-story: Personal baggage packaged for presentation
Draft: Writers ecstasy of open windows
Rewrite: Washing windows for the outside
Edit: Scrubbing windows from the inside
Final: Chore of lugging a fan
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Creativity: Unifying mental and physical chaos
Worldview: Canvas painted with our souls
Irony: Burning holes in permanent press
Pessimism: Painting watercolors in the rain
Poetry: Naked emotion wrapped in lace
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The sun’s beau
The winds foe
Decks glow
All to show
Raisins to sow
Tides to know
Men to grow
Neat hair bow
Tall tales flow
Never eats crow
No one’s schmoe
Mighty as a whales blow
A Skipper’s Joe
Gifts to bestow
Above and below
Much to owe
Life’s to stow
Lines to toe
Oceans to row
Be ready to go
Never say no
When a Bosun says so
Follow the ole Sea Pro
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Thinking: Intentional free association calculating conclusions
Wisdom: Acknowledging one’s lack of wisdom
Thinker: Wool gatherers in pastoral pens
Know-it-all: Disassociated penned sheep miscalculating thought
Memory: Personally perceived perspectives post perception
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Great writes few.
Good writes great.
Bad write’s good.
No writes bad.
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No write’s wrong.
Write to write.
Write the wrong.
Time is left.
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Good nights long.
The time’s right.
Write your song.
Write for you.
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The End
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When life adds lemons to salty tears,
One can blend with Tequila, slug a few beers.
These ades to aid will quench our cares,
Peeling the rind of all our fears.
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But mornings return, suns will rise,
Burning fog in heads and eyes.
A cure’s not a cure if demise.
Perhaps today lemonade’s wise.
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The End
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Procrastination: A story that’s never finished
Happiness: Seeking perfection and excepting half
Writing: Search for good words unused
Computers: Infinite possible distractions distracting infinitely
Passion: Life, self and love consumed
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Pencil: Mind meets tree, forever ensues
Obedience: Mindlessness to appease the heartless
Tree: Humans biggest, most needed friend
Social Media: Immediate sociability for the anti-social
Pride: The grandiose gratification of self-gratification
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Love: Something more important than oneself
Youth: Homes begun to live forever
Learning: Foundations built to forever expand
Midlife: The well murky, not dry
Old Age: When underwear’s older than memory
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Argument: Voices dissipating together, never gone
Me: The person I am alone
Reflection: Image we choose to see
Microscope: Unfocused self-examination that looms large
Optimism: Temporary jubilation when pessimism recedes
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Writer’s Death: Doors shut, windows forever open
Sight: Absorbing life through a pinhole
Writing: Crafted hallucination, ordered, recorded, seen
Music: Crafted hallucination, ordered, recorded, heard
Trip: Manufactured hallucination, disordered, unrecorded, lingers
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Friends: Reflections of ourselves we like
Babies: Unconditional love, joy and diapers
Dogs: Unconditional love, fur and scratches
Cats: Cat love, fur and scratches
Adventure: Near death to feel rebirth
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Time: Space between birth and death
Life: What we make of time
Space: A need to be filled
Birth: safe, warm, quiet then loud!
Death: Dimension during or after life
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Love: One plus one equals one
Family: Two halves multiplied by infinity
Home: Hearts big enough for friends
Hearth: Heart of a home’s warmth
Ship: Time bottled, shaken forever afloat
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Soil and water blend, life flourishes
Embrace love, embrace life, love embrace
Faceless hands can make no time
Green faces, yellow hearts pumping blue
A bookshelf empty speaks many volumes
A silent lover is hyper sonic
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Heroes fill the sheets in the book of time.
Losers lie littered on their beds of lime.
We boast of gallant feats, forget awful sin.
Tales of our history told by those who win.
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Time passes when memory dies.
No untold stories or unseen lies.
Minds made from man-made past.
Lives lost when truth’s cast.
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Kings joust for their ideology.
Battles fought by you and me.
Victory penned behind their wall.
The war of words lost to all.
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Lines on pages, pages in a book.
Knowledge awaits if you know where to look.
Truth often hides in the space between.
Voices heard, though unseen.
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Wars always fought for lessons learned.
Making new ash of histories burned.
Share the inks and all scribble fast.
Then the war of words doused at last.
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The End
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I wonder, I wander, fritter and ponder
Time ahead I cannot see
Time behind lost to me
Then blackness becomes a blur
Time together – minds set free
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Oven door’s open.
Gas on high, how many flicks –
To blow the roof off?
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Broken windows thwart.
Frustration and failure collude.
Death escapes my grasp.
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Fail another way.
To wish for another day.
When black fades to gray.
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My pencil in hand – mind set free
Erasing the chains binding me
Safe in my world of poetry
A better friend there cannot be
No rhyme or reason there’s to flee
No shackles of society
No meter of conformity
No question of sincerity
No judge, jury or guilty plea
No door can stop my slender key
I’ll wander through infinity
Another side of life’s journey
Draw lines that know no boundary
Return with words for all to see
Arrange them well – create beauty
Then thank my little piece of tree
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Getting up should be forbid!
It’s too early for a kid.
Hiding not from what I did.
Under blankets – there I hid.
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If just to sleep late – I would.
And dream all day – I could.
I want sleep, but wake I should.
Getting up is never good.
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Getting up is what I dread.
Hair is tossed up on my head.
Mouth tastes yucky, eyes red.
Cold piggy’s dangling from bed.
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Then they’re tickled by my dad.
Got right up but I’m not mad.
Smiles and sunshine bright, I’m glad.
Getting up was not so bad.
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The End
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