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The Mothers Way

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Cradles all her precious kin

Judges not, where life begins

Cherished breast nurture space

Moving forward her many race

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One side day the other night

One side dark the other light

Sheds cool and rain, heat and snow

Her orbits share all else to know

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Oceans deep, skies bright

Growing all, her suns might

She frees to wander, endless whys

Her moons revolve before her eyes

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Dancing tides flowing minds

Infinite movement never binds

In this universe family all are we

This milky galaxy our mother be

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The End

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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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Today’s Tomorrows Yesterday

Once upon a time,
I thought I heard you say.
That for all our time,
you’ll love me everyday.

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It was a special time,
seems now like yesterday
Sharing endless time,
but now my world’s gone gray.

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I fell behind killing time,
today alone I lay.
You said I was wasting time,
begging you to stay.

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My face slapped by hands of time,
and your heart now gone astray.
Why must “Once upon a time”
always end this way?

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No Hole, No Doughnut

Rains must fall for flora to bloom
The sun returns to lighten the gloom
Burdens of time rise and drop
All’s wound-up to never stop

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Days grow longer, ends grow near
Nights shorter, lessens the fear
Til’ Autumn begins – bittersweet
Hues blossom to clutter the street

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Kicked around by cold wet feet
Herded into piles, nice and neat
Replaced by snow, a one-time novelty
Reminded of months I’d rather not see

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Then back to square one, worse for wear
Dreaming of sleep without the nightmare
Sorry to bore you with words dismal and glum
Yet these words only half of the pages sum

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Blank spaces between remain for imagery to grow
Where brighter poetry’s written – tomorrow

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Hell No

 

Oh heavens me, look what you’ve done

You made me think and that’s not fun

Specifically of heaven, death and hell

All are places I’d prefer not to dwell

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If must it be I’m to conjure this thought

I shan’t writ thy time devoted naught

Up or down or whatever which way

Or just here and here we’ll stay

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For a crowded place this heaven be

If wings needed to be vertically free

But who goes high and who low?

Answers only they will know

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If there is a they at all

Those who’ve risen, those who fall

Is hell dark or is it bright?

Fires light the darkest of night

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Why when we age, we go where’s hot?

Are we perhaps reserving a spot?

Preparing for our infinity

A cozy place on a molten sea

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Too many questions that I’ve to ask

Too little time for too big a task

Heaven and hell and death, – Oh My!

If answers had I, they’d be a lie

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I’ve wandered and pondered over this stuff

I think I’ve pondered quite enough

Life’s too short and seas too wide

Save thoughts of dying for the other side

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For heaven’s the pathways chosen to roam

And to hell with death ends this poem

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Jester’s Throne

 

Prancing ponies in harlequin suits

Powdered faces, bells on their boots

Marionettes merrily masquerade as men

Pretty puppets pulled to be pushed again

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The muses of muses paid to amuse

Chuckling clowns cry, just to confuse

Jugglers juggling, jingling our nerves

Swallowers’ swallowing for the point it serves

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Pachyderms poked and packed with their trunks

With those no-stripe types, the most potent of skunks

They waddle, wander and wade through the nights

Into the big-top with big spotty spot lights

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Tall tents risen, stakes struck down

The political circus has blown into town

Steaks tossed at beasts to keep at bay

The world’s greatest show will start any day

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Food and fun and games for all

Prizes awarded if you heed their call

Applause not denied in a beauty contest

While the leaders with rings always do best

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Just step right up and you’ll decide

Who’s to stay and who we hide

Take a chance and chance a win

Winner takes all – let the show begin!

~*~

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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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Mind Over Maturity

Whilst all the young may have youth,
not all the youthful young.
Youth’s not measured by our age,
or the passions we engage.

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It’s not about time at all,
or being big or being small.
It’s not a question of maturity,
rock star travel or annuity.

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It’s the way we feel and perceive,
of life’s fascinations to conceive,
hopes, dreams and wishes to believe,
it’s how we love and how we grieve.

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A youthful heart’s quick to mend,
quick to receive, give and lend.
Wonders abound in youthful eyes,
birds soar higher in bluer skies.

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Yet youth is stolen by the fiendish lie,
That getting older is preparing to die.

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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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Pearls

Pearls of beauty cost time and luck.

Pearls of wisdom spend lives in muck.

Pearls displayed on treasured chest,

  not the pearls that pearl’s love best.

A pearl adorned was a life we shuck,

  a pearls death when freed from muck.

Wisdom counters folly’s haste.

Pearls of nature are not to waste.

Muddy visions count the buck.

Oceans clear drown in muck.

Seas to rise in polar heat

Saving pearls from Follies Street

Pearls of wisdom we won’t pluck,

When life returns to natures muck.

 

The End

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