Changes

The Fallen

Summer love leads to fall.
Autumnal changes effects all.
Leaves turn, soon to drop.
Life moves on and won’t stop.
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Chills felt to the bone.
Warmth’s gone when alone.
Seasons cycle as they must.
Tomorrows come, we have to trust.
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Truth felt in the heart.
Minds make lies art.
Sleep’s unknown for many a night.
Sadness fills each line I write.
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If not loved a future is to find.
If not a poet, perhaps then blind.
Hues created we want to see.
Now the fall’s here for you and me.

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UP

A change of season and of time,
peaks are near yet more to climb.
Years can pass with little to show.
Seconds can linger if not to grow.

Minds may dwell in the past.
Yesterday’s gone the changes last.
These changes happen every day.
Forward moving is the way.

Hearts oft bare a heavy load.
Sorrows deep, life slowed.
Feet dragged run in reverse.
Hands that push are the curse.

Tomorrow’s here when we wake.
Light or dark’s a choice we make.
See the beauty that slept within.
Feel the love, let the future begin.

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The seas choppy there’s no port in sight.
A paradise found disappeared overnight.
Alone on the bridge now’s time to reflect.
When a course assured why reject?

Charts bear no point with a destination behind.
And the oceans small in space I find.
A tern overhead I’ve still to hope.
For the sailor, line’s life, there is no rope.

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Blips

I’m sick of heartbreak; it’s time to move past.
But this isn’t a love poem, that’d be too fast.
I won’t be pondering heaven or hell.
So where does a recovering poet dwell.
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Whether writers block or writer’s cramp,
a king of yore or disheveled tramp,
I’ve a reign of reams at my command.
I’ve time and space in my hand.
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I’ve a rocket ship that’s faster than light.
I dance with spirits in the night.
I’ve helmed a ship through stormy seas,
wrestled a friend in a hive of bees.
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I’ve felt love and feel it missed.
A new day’s today and sunshine kissed.
And though this poem has no middle or end,
it’s a blip in cyberspace, again to send.

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On a Roll

Her scent lingers, I flushed away.
I sense the push of another shitty day.
She polluted my mind and soiled my bed.
Leave me alone, get out of my head!
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We fed our needs and ate our cake.
Her outside sweet, her inside’s fake.
Her taste and touch I felt were real.
Now pinched cheeks is all I feel.
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My hand shades so not so crass,
this burst of gas I hope to pass.
And groan some notes for a while,
refreshing again this steaming pile.
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Time trickles naturally.
But stand I must eventually.
A gentle pull will clear the residue.
Her memory wiped but some sticks like glue.

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Morning Triku #175 ~ Second Period

Choose Choice

Life’s multiple choice
Our answers lessen with time
Questions grow harder
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Schooled

Fears prevail feared
Tomorrow’s today’s earned
All will rise, some learned

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Chances Are

Life is bad when sad
Or grand when on clouds we stand
And glad for the hand

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On the Rise

The summer heat outshined by rain,
cool breezes now back again.
Sweatshirt’s on, the sky is gray.
Beleaguered blooms will blossom today.
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Subtle change’s seldom felt,
torrential time’s surprises dealt.
Awakened warm, bodies close.
Rain or shine my daily dose.
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Weather changes as does time,
minds follow, not a crime.
Days stolen when unprepared,
all’s returned when love is shared.
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Tomorrow’s to be another day.
Rain or shine, I cannot say.
But if yesterday’s to be a clue,
rain or shine I’ll rise with you.

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Silence

Can you hear it, it’s all around?
The mind is still, there’s not a sound.
Eyes see there’s nothing new.
But change felt, the outside’s blue.
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The darkest hours now muted.
Beating seconds, time’s diluted.
In my heart the view less shaded.
In my soul the hue’s faded.
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Digging deep to find the light,
shadows shorten out of sight.
Echo’s silent, notes scream.
Good nights calling, again to dream.

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Heartache, Headache, Backache and Optimism

I need to write something to cheer me up,
maybe a fairy tale, a trip or new pup.
But no love stories, not any more.
I failed at that before.
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Now something brighter, no emotion at all.
I won’t have to see it if I write really small.
Perhaps of worlds unknown, can’t be wrong,
something airy and mellow maybe a song.
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I’ll write of the stars and space beyond,
or of rippled reflections of ducks on a pond.
Or I won’t write at all, I’ll learn the fiddle!
Nah, I’m just kidding and cheered up a little.

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Flushed

I’m starting to feel better, not there yet.
Answers I need but questions I get.
Who am I and what’s next?
Right now I’m tired, cranky and perplexed.
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The day’s new, the sun’s yet to rise.
Doubts abound but no surprise.
Time has dealt an iffy hand.
Do I fold or do I stand?
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Decks stacked with shuffled years,
never straight, too few pairs.
Confusion reigns and I’m the king.
Does a queen await, will we sing?
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Love’s been felt and then lost.
Betting hearts has a cost.
There’ll be no diamonds anytime soon.
Spades have dug, my mind’s strewn.
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Life’s no game and love’s no joke.
The clubs have beaten, my bank’s broke.
But play I must every day.
While aces I wait to come my way.

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Ain’t Never

I ain’t never wrote a blues song
Don’ think it sound too good
But my baby did just leave me
And not the way she should
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Our spring blossomed bright
Our summer was hot
But with those dyin’ leaves
I was forgot
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I was tossed to the curb
like yesterday’s waste
Now just her memory
I’m forever to taste
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Love was shared in our hearts
A future’s gone before a start
My baby just left me
And not the way she should
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I didn’t get call
there was no little fight
I got shot a quick text
on a Tuesday night
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Her “baggage too great”
to groove with me
Just a couple of words
and that’s all I’d see
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That’s how she left me
Not the way she should
Cos these blues I’m now feelin’
sure ain’t soundin’ good

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Changes

The morning today was gray,
but the groundhog’s done his thing.
With only a few weeks to go,
we’re soon to hear the birdies sing.
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Flowers are soon to blossom,
trees will soon be green.
The air will be growing warmer,
bees will soon be seen.
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Bug bites soon will fester;
poison ivy’s soon to itch.
Rain will pour in buckets,
isn’t the spring a bitch.
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I could be optimistic,
glad that the winter’s gone.
I should be really happy,
cos soon I’ll see my lawn.
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But with the season’s change,
our time too does pass.
And as I grow ever older,
I’m becoming a pain in the ass.

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Breathless

breathless

Summer’s last breathe breathes the chill of fall.
I wait to answer while I wait to call.
Do we both anxiously check our phone?
Who’ll call first, who’s alone.
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Does she weep, does she wonder?
Does she care or does she wander?
What is she thinking? I’d love to know.
A mere breathe and my breeze will blow.
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And the waves of emotion may roll or crash,
castles of sand always gone with a splash.
Beach balls aloft have destinations to guess.
And I left to fill another, till breathless.

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Too Many Words

Dreams lie,
poets cry.
Change’s new,
writing’s blue.
Hearts torn,
minds worn.
Sleepless nights,
emotion ignites.
Passion’s hot,
indecision’s not.
Seeking clues,
negativity spews.
Future’s debatable,
perfection’s unattainable.
Happiness eludes,
fear exudes.
Trust questioned,
turmoil’s destined.
Bodies tired,
decision’s required.
Feelings askew,
answers few.
Love shared,
time’s dared.
Yesterday’s die,
tomorrows fly.
Today’s through.
What am I to do?

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Morning Triku #176 ~ The Bright Side of Gray

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Too Read

Daily poetry
The soothing of a poets heart
But for lover’s not
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That’s Not Funny

Self-deprecation
Is laughing at our failings
And with good reason
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Failing to See a Point

No longer obsessed
By success or of failure
I’m used to failure

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Just Another Thought

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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Painting Corners

I promise you all it’s coming soon,
a poem I’ll write with no doom and gloom.
Spring will come and blossoms will bloom,
profoundly imagined locked in winter’s room.
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Winters, like life, always end in demise.
Love again felt will brighten the skies.
Clouds will float and not obscure,
every breath’s a pleasure and pure.
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Summer’s warmth brings the touch of skin.
Icy hearts thaw from deep within.
The hues of fall paint our ground.
A canvas of white offers promise all around.

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A Pain in the Next

I must be hell bent for pain,
am I a fool or just insane?
My head’s in the clouds, hearts on my sleeve.
A feeling love I feel will relieve.

What an idiot I must be,
thinking love will set me free.
Past love’s brought happiness and hurt.
The last threw me to the dirt.

What kind of jerk am I?
After weeks and weeks wishing to die,
I remain hell bent for the pain.
What’s a little agony when heavens to gain?

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Drip, Drip Dribble

Sorry to all for the dribble of late.
It’s been eight weeks since a fateful date.
T’was a muse unamused blew me away.
I left breathless for many a day.
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Now it’s back to second guessing,
till that’s behind I’ve no caressing.
Bemused babblings, not ready to quip,
till then I fear just dribble from a drip.

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