change

A Mirrors Edge

Oh, these times they are a changin!
But when are they ever not?
Yesterday just slipped away,
too soon to be forget.
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Pining for our days of yore,
we then post it from our phone.
All the world’s our stage,
yet we feel all alone.
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Calls to arms get dialed up,
connections a bit unclear.
Leadership’s uniformly lacking.
So be careful what you wear.
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Shots soon for all;
get yours while you can.
Self-curing is the aim,
safe then from our fellow man.
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Voids will always fill,
content remains the gamble.
Sequels bound eventually,
till then on we’ll scramble.

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Switching On

Sure to be a better day,
changes planned and underway.
Empty space now filled with life.
Fulfillment felt when no strife.
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Smiling faces greet each dawn.
Kisses next, for to each we’re drawn.
Nothing’s hidden with mutual love,
between the sheets or above.
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Chapters end and a new begins,
mourning faces again to grin.
With every day there’s a night,
our forever tomorrow’s forever bright.

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Pandemonium

Our world today’s a different place than a year ago.
We could all walk our main streets, eat and see a show.
We could drive our cars across state lines and return when we choose.
Now we’re quarantined with two more weeks to lose.
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We could go to stores, say hello and smile at all we see.
The things we took for granted when we were more free.
Now we’ve protests and riots in cities across this land.
Injustice lit the bomb now where we all stand.
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The summer months are coming and temperature’s sure to rise.
It’s time to wipe the sweat from our brows and open our weary eyes.
Tomorrows may appear the likes we’ve never seen.
But we’re going to share this world; good, bad or in-between.
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A perfect storm is underway, though perfect it can’t be.
The year is now half over and in the end it will still be we.
We’ve pandemic and pandemonium but both will surely end.
And with 2020 as hindsight our past we must amend.

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Novel Times

Days are getting longer, patience growing thin.
Optimism’s waning and confusion’s setting in.
The world is topsy-turvy, at times looking gray.
The blues are getting deeper, shaded every day.
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A pandemic is upon us, direction is unsure.
We sit on pins and needles bleeding for a cure.
We’ve masks in the market, sanitizers in the car.
Gas at least is cheap. But I’m afraid to go too far.
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What will be the normal when odd times are behind?
Will we be more friendly or simply more unkind?
I’d like to be a rebel and make up my own laws.
But we’re all in this together, routines now on pause.
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With leadership sorely lacking and conspiracies on the news,
our lives are changed forever regardless of our views.
With distance we will live for the future that is seen.
But tomorrows will arise closing gaps between.
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We humans are survivors, our brains lead the way.
But time will write our story and we’ve little say.
With the pages that we’ve bound created from within.
Our chapter, long or short, will tell us if we win.

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Changing Changes

Change is in the air,
it’s felt on the breeze.
The clock quickly ticking,
the wind-up’s been a tease.
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The future is before us,
experiences behind.
Knowledge fills our heads,
yet we’re truly blind.
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We’ve hopes for better days,
dreaming of peace and love.
While fearing the unknown,
we seek to rise above.
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Yesterday’s now gone,
premonition’s premature.
Tomorrows manifest,
yet only now’s for sure.
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Consistency comforts,
surprises feel strange.
Seconds are our choices,
yet only time will change

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Switching Gears

My poet switch has gone awry;
I want to write, so I don’t know why.
In sit in the chill this Sunday morn,
my thoughts warm but I’m torn.
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I’d rather not force the words to go;
I prefer a natural flow.
Love abounds and all is well.
My brain’s working, as far as I can tell.
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My darling sleeps whilst I scribble.
But today she’ll wake to only dribble.
Maybe it’s just this change in time.
And tomorrow I’ll return to standard rhyme.

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Infusion

It’s been a few days without a love poem writ.
The pencil’s working but I’ve run out of wit.
The words will come, but I know not from where.
I could try to force it, but I don’t dare.
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Autumns felt and change underway,
adjustments are made every day.
But know one thing; my love won’t wane,
for you’re now infused with my body, soul and brain.

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Serendipity

A busy day has just begun;
I got up late, no time for fun.
So it’s off to work in a flash,
I’d rather not but I need the cash.
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The time is near when time’s my own.
I’m not too old but surely grown.
Retirement’s to be my second chance.
I’ll write all day and enjoy romance.
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I’ll still get up early, I like the dawn.
I’ll take out the dog to pee on the lawn.
The sun will rise and words will flow.
There’ll be no rushing, I’ve nowhere to go.
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But that time’s a few weeks away,
my feelings then I cannot say.
But I’m thinking I’ll yell YIPPY!
Then go home for a life of serendipity.

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Plan Be

Life was all planned with nothing to do.
I then turned a corner and chanced upon you.
The sky’s a little bluer, my life now much less.
My future now is clearer, nothing’s left to guess.
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Fear no longer lingers when joy’s by my side.
The outside beckons louder with no need to hide.
You make me smile always and again I feel alive.
Alone I was withering, now together we will thrive.

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Gusts

From native seeds to distant seas,
hurricanes to cool breeze,
grassy hills and tumbleweeds,
adrift, aloof, alone and seeking needs.
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Dreams traded seeking goals,
time’s journeys thickens souls.
Changes changed every day,
pasts to pass, seconds stay.
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Even odds equal greater,
of each the others creator.
Clouds lift and fog clears,
sunshine brightens lost years.
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Eyes meet and hands hold,
minds meld and lives unfold.
Vision’s clear, to each we please.
Fusion warms a cool breeze.

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Comfortably Perplexed

Today’s poem’s not a poem at all.
Seems the flow has hit the wall.
The change in season’s what I suspect.
A change in me I don’t detect.
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The blues behind, green’s on its way,
what happens next I can’t say.
Sometime a stick of wood is just that.
Or it can start a fire or built a habitat.
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And with each box we’ve many strikes.
Some were used when we were tykes.
The rest we save for those rainy days,
when again they’ll guide our ways.
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Jumbled metaphors run through my mind.
A start or end I can not find.
Perhaps now stopping is best.
It’s getting late, I need some rest.

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Spring’s Returning

Thanks to all my many a friend.
My heart and mind’s on the mend.
The road behind bumpy and long,
twists and turns, some wrong.
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Paths ahead are better viewed;
time’s taught life’s skewed.
All that’s known is there’s usually doubt.
But the ups and downs average out.
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Like suns and moons we all rise and set.
And with changing seasons we freeze or sweat.
Grounding’s found in what’s always there,
the love of friends with time we share.

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Pointlessnessness

There’s a change in the air,
its felt everywhere.
Will it be warmth or an icy blow?
Outside’s to venture to ever know.
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The future nears,
with future fears.
The past’s a guide,
or where to hide.
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Scrambled thoughts shaped in rhyme,
shadows mask the light of time.
Moments killed, perspective’s born,
clearly focused or forever torn.
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Doors lock, window’s seen,
vistas vary with a lean.
Steps taken never still,
ups and downs, want and will.
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At a point all paths meet,
minds move not feet.
Hearts feel, hands express,
lips promise; life’s a guess.

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Hypothetical Hearts

With love there’s no resolution,
only resolve to move forward.
There are new paths to explore,
with futures to work toward.
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We bleed a little every day,
old wounds reopen and new appear.
Drops shed help to find our way,
but always back to self.
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Horizons await in all directions.
Journey’s sure without regard.
Time shared adds to the years.
So why’s the math so hard?

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Damn Slunk

Free will gives us choices.
Souls sort and weigh.
Lust fills in the blanks.
Feet tap another day.
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When the fates of two collide,
change is felt together.
When hearts and minds align,
pairs will love forever.
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When one of four is askew,
time will corrode and sever.
Love is not a slam dunk.
The heart and mind know never.

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Forging Change

 

Around the block a time too many

Quick to bend for the penny

Though change not found on the ground

While chasing a tail all around

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Change not found on the street

When heads in clouds and eyes on feet

For change is forged from within

To not share warmth one can’t begin

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With hammer heavy and anvil steady

Strike when hot and at the ready

Feel the burn and see the glow

Change’s forming with every blow

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Value anew will quench the way

Lungs full bellow every day

Brains to flame, time is ore

Same for all, some change more

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