dreams

My Pencil

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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My Friend and Me

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When I was small, my friend was tall.

Through my window it watched me grow.

Friends always near though winters bare.

Waiting for spring, leaves green, birds sing.

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Sit in the shade, memories made.

Arms are growing, leaves are glowing.

Branches so high – climb to the sky.

Or ride the swing, picnic to bring.

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Then soon its fall, colors for all.

Float to the ground – pile in a mound.

Jump in and play, brisk autumn day.

Another year past all sprouting fast.

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Leaves shake, wind blows, hot days, cold snows.

We’ve stood together in all-weather.

But when I’m all grown, out on my own.

I’ll miss my tree and it’ll miss me.

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The End

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Advance On No Advance

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Writing for me is a chapter in a story I’ll see not done.

The beginning a bit sketchy, the middle’s been mostly fun.

A sequel’s now in the works, I can see the volumes begun.

Genre’s chosen comedy drawn, opera unspoken and drama shun.

Yet the covers close on all someday. I hope at the end we won.

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The Track Side of the World

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Another sun rose on converging tracks

Shedding light on forgotten backs

Graffiti brightens weathered wood and stone

A world rushed past, discarded and alone

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World’s seem endless, far and wide

Though tracks divide side by side

Yet other sides cannot exist

If they did it would be missed

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What is missed remains unseen

As does the time and space between

This ride planned doesn’t go everywhere

The straight and narrow’s only halfway there

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The other half depends on you

All’s seeking direction as we all do

Equals always parallel, horizons curve and bend

All paths end on point, our perch will depend

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Old: The New Gold

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Titans rise from mounds of trash.

Soon is seen the survivalist stash.

A garbage economy flush in dirty cash.

The mind’s to waste, throats to slash.

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Industries shuttered and our cities ablaze.

Fields untilled, nil remains to graze.

Warmth reeks, skies awash in the haze.

All’s left to dream of those good old days.

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The Lottery

I’ll buy the ocean, tallest tree.

When I win the lottery.

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A never-ending shopping spree.

When I win the lottery.

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The good times we’ll have, you and me.

When I win the lottery.

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I’ll share it all, just wait and see.

When I win the lottery.

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 Can you spare a buck, it’s not free.

Then I’ll win the lottery.

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The End

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Future Steps

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Please stand with me on this well-worn street

We can ponder the many perpetual feet

Walk with me please on a path well known

We’ll bask in its beauty with others alone

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Please run with me to distant lands

Leaving our souls in warm wet sands

Then leap with me over oceans vast

We’ll discover our future in the past

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Please sit with me in this quiet place

We’ll etch in our minds each other’s face

Come lie with me atop the cool lush grass

Forever watching clouds and starlight pass

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Share with me moments the clock hands can’t reach

The wisdom of time we will learn and teach

Wear with me please a simple band of ore

So we may wander together evermore

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Only Love Can

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Love’s just a word we love to use

It’s the poets’ favorite muse

Sprinkles of confetti on pages everywhere

Words parting lips to blow in the air

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Yet only love can mend a heart

When suddenly it’s torn apart

And only love can mend a mind

When it’s not treated kind

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In our world all are human

Sharing forever whether man or woman

And thus to bond as a clan

As only love can, only love can

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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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Day Dreaming Reality

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Portraits of time and of self

Antiquities dusty upon the shelf

Volumes of reference to explore

Nature’s framed beyond glazed door

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A pretender perched many a year

Penning in silence for all to hear

Words, numbers and colors all float by

Till looming shadows shade a sunny sky

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This past’s the shadow to reflect

Reminders of the pasts neglect

Selling the former to fund tomorrow

When even good times odds say sorrow

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Betting the future to play today

Retirement in the opposite way

It’s yesterday’s dream to say “I am!”

Today a poet, tomorrow a scam

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Or just a dreamer dreaming a dream

Building castles by the ream

A hopeful realm to rest an ancient head

Dreaming forever in my feathered bed

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Book of Dreams

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A page from my book of dreams;

a tale of love, or so it seems.

I wake each day the dream doesn’t end.

Will she ever love me or shall I just pretend?

Technicolor visions and her scent in the air

Awaken from this dream I could never dare.

Her touch always welcome on my trembling skin.

When she says she loves me, my life will then begin.

Encounters of the flesh, too few to ever last.

Music of her voice now echoes of the past.

Sunlit voids surround were daylight once was bright.

Now only darkness brightens our rendezvouses of night.

The End

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