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Sea Ya

A sunny day I hope there be

When my soul returns to sea

A flourish of ash from the bridge I know well

Ancient memories, clear as a bell

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Thrust to the cove of many muddy feet

A world of my own across the street

I’ll mingle with muck then drift with the tide

To the bay, out to sea, spreading far and wide

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Vastly dispersed, forever safe from hell

Eventually to settle with sand, rock and shell

With never a need to shed a tear for me

When tears are unseen in the sea

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Time Will Come

Morning’s meant for mourning.

Day’s meant for life.

Evening’s time for rest,

ending the days strife.

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Morning is time to ponder.

Day is time to do.

Night’s for reflection,

when no one’s watching you.

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Mornings are the start.

They make the day brand new.

Good or bad, darkness comes,

another chance for moons of blue.

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One Way Ticket

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The world and I on a different plane

Though destinations are the same

Ticket bought for the morning light

Wasting time till the evening flight

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Runaways, both it and I

Grading shades of clear blue sky

Rocks may roll, some may fly

Most just buried when they die

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Scoops will make forever night

Landing time’s now in sight

Running late, none’s to blame

The world and I on a different plane

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Adrift

There’s no safe harbors left for me

Though bonds broken, never free

I know not where my path will lead

I know not what I’ve left to bleed

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I’ve wandered long to quench the greed

Never to find what I truly need

Till beckoned by the endless sea

Aimlessly adrift time calls to me

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Twists and Turns

Reviewing the past

observing the present

Thinking of how

the time is bent

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Planning moments

as decades pass

From endless days

to rushing for gas

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Fill the tank

rent some time

Seconds count

for years of crime

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Millennia passed

before the wheel

Now our dreams

are virtually real

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Tomorrows will come

as yesterday’s fade

Compressing our futures

with the bends we’ve made

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Closed (temporarily)

Due to insecurity

This life of mine cannot be free

Brain’s cluttered with negative stuff

This uphill charge – I’ve had enough

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Words all mean different things

Too many choices a sentence brings

Paragraphs explode exponentially

Random letters pour down on me

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The sun comes out, I work indoors

On my day off it rains for sure

All my pencils say “NO” today

They too are tired of writing gray

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My mind now wanders to parts unknown

Surrounded by friends, feeling alone

With aging body and child’s mind

A place to fit I’ve yet to find

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I’m sorry for wasting your precious time

I guess it best to end this rhyme

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Poetry in Mime

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                              ,                    .
                  ,                   –                 .

              ,                  ,                   .
                                              ?
                                         .
                                             !!!

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Rough Seas

Off to sea at seventeen
To see a world I hadn’t seen
To find a place to call my own
Youthful vigor, this child grown

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This child grown yet not mature
Too many choices that’s for sure
Open eyes and open mind
Open mouth running blind

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Open mouths words will flow
Open heart with nowhere to go
Met a gal, our short time grand
We toured my ship hand in hand

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Phone calls followed, her “brother” met
One of a few I’d like to forget
He asked a favor, I obliged
I tried being good, I really tried

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But all was not as it appeared
Soon a meeting that I feared
Spoke with my Captain, a man truly trusted
He sat me down and said I was busted

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Twas that sweet young gal, I adored
Was an agent I brought on board
Years now past, I say what the hell
A sailor no more, but I’ve stories to tell

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Forgettable Optimism

When a feeling’s something new, it’s never forgot.

A poem is a feeling, mixed with our thought.

The thought noted, drafted, written and expressed.

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But for every poem expressed others go unwritten.

For those that go unwritten drafts will drift away.

For every draft shuttered notes have gone astray.

For all the notes strewn some thoughts might simmer.

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Some thoughts evaporate and forgotten forever.

Then thoughts forgotten become a feeling of something new

A new feeling never to forget for the optimistic few

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