A Poet’s Desire

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If I could turn my words into the finest wine

We’d sail on those balmy seas until the end of time

If I could print money on all the paper that I use

Our sky would rain confetti any time you choose

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If my wishes granted for all that I desire

We’d spent our moonlit evenings cuddled by a fire

If my fantasies could ever be reality

All I’d ever need is for you to be with me.

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Scheduling Surprises

I enjoy getting up early to watch the sun rise.
I like to see the darkness turn to bright blue skies.
I try to write each morning when my head is truly clear.
The words come from someplace but I don’t know where.
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I haven’t written a love poem since I don’t know when.
Of course I’m still in love, more than I was then.
But I can’t control my pencil, it might be controlling me.
Because when the paper fills, I can hardly wait to see.
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I’m hoping for a love poem that I can share today.
I’ll wake my darling soon and “I love you” I will say.
I’d love to read her poem while she sips her morning brew.
And the kisses that come after is all I want to do.
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Perhaps it’s just a phase or these crazy times we’re in.
But it seems like a long time since I made my sweetheart grin.
I see this page is filling and a love poem it’s not quite.
But there will be tomorrows, then a poem for her I’ll write.

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Nothing’s for Sure, For Sure

Fire on the horizon, a new day’s underway.
But this day is different, people are home to stay.
The stores are nearly empty, confusion fills the space.
Traffic’s surely lacking when nowhere left to race.
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There are lines at the gun shop, an armored petri-dish,
Some will shoot their mouths off, some might get their wish.
Sickness fills our minds while numbers fill our eyes.
Panic’s sure to follow dissecting truth from lies.
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Money is an issue, sure to bring more pain.
Deviants soon will pounce hoping they will gain.
Time now stands still, waiting for relief.
For some that time will come, for others just more grief.
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Death tolls surely rising, we each just wait to see.
Who will wake tomorrow, who will be set free.
But today the sun has risen, for all another start.
A cure will be forthcoming, but for now we’ve just our heart.
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The time is now to reassess and take stock of our needs.
The spring is upon us, let’s plant some better seeds.
Growth is sure to come, though different than the past.
The world is now much smaller, let’s make the goodwill last.

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Hopeful Beginnings

The first day of life starts today.
If there’s a second I can’t say.
So today I’m gonna do my best,
I’ll eat some veggies and get my rest.
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I’ll smile at every passerby.
I’ll say hello and wave goodbye.
I’ll give my love some extra kisses.
I’ll try my hardest to fulfill her wishes.
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I’ll write a poem that brings folk’s joy.
I’ll use all the tricks magicians employ.
I’ll write something funny and something sweet.
I’ll go upstairs soon and tickle some feet.
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I’ll nibble some toes and lick some knees.
I’ll massage some thighs if I please.
I’ll whisper “I love you” in waiting ears.
And hope this first day lasts for years.

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Positive Nay

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As I sit, nay to write.
Sun soon sets, swallowed by night.
Fading moon’s arc, stars shine bright.
Yet it’s now, nay to write.

As I sit, only time ahead.
Thoughts fixed of the living and dead.
Life moves on, or so it’s said.
Yet it’s now, only time ahead.

As I sit, nay to sleep.
Death surrounds, sow or reap.
Questions abound, lay or leap.
Yet it’s now, nay to sleep.

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