Springtime beckons to one and all;
life’s beginning, unlike the fall.
Evening’s crisp and tomorrow shines,
blooms hide the naked lines.
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The air is fresh with skies of blue;
warmth thaws the winters’ view.
Days growing longer on a smiling face,
sunset walks set the pace.
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Summer’s next, its appeal clear,
but cool it’s only one fourth the year.
Spring is best I must confess,
a shared opinion’s my seasoned guess.
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Cool
A warm winter day,
snows melting, Spring’s on the way.
Good or bad, let’s play.
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Work’s a place to go;
when you can’t afford better,
or work is your life.
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Heated
When left in the dark,
Most people will light matches.
Then it all burns down.
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The time of the day that’s bittersweet.
Resting our heads, eyes and feet.
Day’s not over much left to do.
Watch TV or go to the zoo.
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I’m not tired, it’s not too late.
Just a few hours, that’ll be great.
I’ll clean my room, music down low.
Fold some laundry, put on a show.
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So many things better than sleep,
Reading a book, taking a leap.
Or have a snack by candlelight.
Why must we always waste our night?
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I’m not ready for bedtime yet.
I might miss things that I’ll regret.
Things are missed when you close your eyes.
Can’t see stars or watch the sunrise.
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If nights awake I’d sleep all day.
I’ll have no time for friends or play.
I guess if there’s a choice to make –
I’ll sleep at night, spend day awake.
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The End
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In like a lion and out a lamb,
Spring is needed; February can scram.
March isn’t great but it could be worse,
at least it’s the end of our winter’s curse.
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April’s deceiving, warmth we presume.
May is delightful, life is in bloom.
June is my favorite, the days extra-long.
July is summer with nights full of song.
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August is hot and September’s up for debate.
October’s chilly but the colors are great.
November and December are both full of cheer.
Then I wait for the lamb to start my new year.
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I tried to force a poem today.
But poetry doesn’t work that way.
Seems all my words are kept at bay.
Thoughts simply sculpt what hearts convey.
With wheels unturned can’t play with clay.
That doesn’t mean my mood’s cold and gray.
Or that my feelings for you have gone astray.
Flourishes flounder, neigh to stay.
Gladly “I love you” I can always say.
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Valentine’s day is tomorrow, what am I to do?
Candy’s getting old and it’s to cold for the zoo.
Flowers too soon wilt and never will surprise.
Dinner’s always nice, but no burger, shake and fries.
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Jewelry’s too expensive and ends up in a drawer.
Lingerie’s always fun when it ends up on the floor.
Romance will be expected, so don’t forget the card.
Valentine’s day is tomorrow, it shouldn’t be so hard.
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A Nervous System
A pain in the neck
can be caused stepping on toes
of another’s heel
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More Parties
The only answer
to this two party system
is to party more
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Symptomatic
A system failure
is when a failing system
is systemic
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Only Reflection
Depression is when
the fog passes and the dark
is only more clear
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What’s Right
When optimism writ
Pessimism can be erased
Realism then left
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Libra-tions
Balance achieved when
heavy hearts and weighty souls
meet a mind on point
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Valentine’s Day is coming,
it’s time to make a plan.
Get those wheels turning,
show her you’re her man.
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Perhaps a romantic dinner,
the dishes then are done.
Then take her dancing,
you’re sure to have some fun.
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Don’t forget the flowers,
some candy and a card.
Leave yourself a note,
it shouldn’t be that hard.
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Treat her extra special,
stare into her eyes.
Tell her you’re the luckiest,
and she’s the grand prize.
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Tell her that you love her,
show her in every way.
Make her your Valentines,
each and every day!
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Much surprised by the calendar today.
Valentines’ is less than a month away.
I’ve thoughts to think and things to buy.
There’s flowers and candy, gladly no pie.
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I should be ready; it comes every year.
A showing of love to make things clear.
A poem’s expected and that means stress.
My pencil’s dull and my mind’s a mess.
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The time is short, and my list is long.
I’ve much to do and can’t be wrong.
I love to write but when I choose.
When I’m forced I get the blues.
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That’s much like life, at least for me.
I’m at my best when I’m free,
sharing a life with my best friend.
We’ll laugh and love until the end.
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She makes my life a joy to live.
So something special I’ll need to give.
These next few weeks won’t be much fun.
Then again, I might be done.
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A shadow we share,
people stand frozen to stare.
But groundhogs don’t care.
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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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The dreaded day is coming,
it makes the poet cringe.
Their ink is overflowing,
all the world will binge.
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Heartfelt words sculpted,
sent to loved ones who are dear.
Stress is soon to peak,
the deadline’s growing near.
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“I love you” bought and sold,
drug stores sell out fast.
But first the prediction,
then the shadows cast.
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Winter winds still blowing,
heat’s felt in the heart.
The pressure now’s building,
for another Valentines’ start.
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I woke today – weatherman lied.
I rolled over and I sighed.
Couldn’t sleep, eyes open wide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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There’ll be no swing set or slide.
There’ll be no walk or bike ride.
There’ll be no kites to be flied.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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Today we have to play inside.
We’ll think of things never tried.
Stocking feet on floors we’ll glide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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We’ll build a fort for us to hide.
We’ll play dress up – you be bride.
Explore jungles – I’ll be guide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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Time to dig a path that’s wide.
Getting dressed, boot laces tied.
Wind so stingy I almost cried.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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All’s warm, coats hung to be dried.
Find crayons, colors I’ve eyed.
Draw pictures for the fridge with pride.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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Icy world all is gray sky-ed.
Plants droopy, looks like they died.
Bay frozen we’ll see no tide.
It’s too cold to go outside.
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Now sleep, teddies at my side.
Cold nights end, take it in stride.
Spring soon then winter we’ll chide.
When not too cold to go outside.
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Punch the clock, kiss time away
Let’s all have a common sensical day
We’ll strive to attain the white picket fence
From this thing called common sense
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Though no more than society’s rigidity
Saying that everyone had better agree
And if you don’t than you must be lacking
But hey – screw them! You don’t need their backing
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Give it your all, do your best then see who’s slacking
Now get off the fence it’s time to get cracking
And when someone says you lack common sense
Say thanks, I’d rather be uncommon than dense
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Rings True
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Mutually daring
Quintessentially caring
Lovingly sharing
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Howling
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Up before sunrise
Down by noon, dreading blue skies
Awaiting the moon
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Dimensionally Stable
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Having thought outside
The box for so long, I’ve now
Become Tripolar
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Loopy –
The more time is spent
In the mirror, the more time
Reflection’s needed
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Focus –
Poets see the world
Through a fish-eye and themselves
Through two-way mirrors
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Good Luck –
Broken mirror shards
Though unfortunate leaves much
To reflect upon
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Too Little Rhyme ~
Life is Poetry
Some is good and some is bad
Most we’ll never see
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Forever’s Never Last ~
Our writing is the
Exercise that forces us
To live fitfully
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Con-Tent ~
Home’s where our stuff’s stored
A store is where our stuff’s bought
Bought’s where our heart’s sold
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Speaking Volume
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Writing in peace is
When screams are muffled by the
Voices in your head
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Cell-less Cell
.
Lonely is having
An imaginary friend
That won’t return calls
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Chewed not Deterred
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To write is using
Skeletons in your closet
To appease the wolves
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There once was a once upon a time.
Actually there’s many and some do rhyme.
So here it goes another like the rest.
It might not be the worst but won’t be the best.
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Once upon a time there was;
bees in a garden sharing a buzz.
They flutter high and they flutter low,
they flit where they need to go.
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They all know each other, each by name.
But humans think they’re all the same.
Unwittingly perhaps, speciesists are we,
but they don’t need us as we need the bee.
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They grow our food and sweeten our tea,
an absolute necessity, don’t you agree?
So next time you see one, share their buzz.
Cos without them our once will be was.
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Toys are broken, now back to school.
Christmas is over, mom said that’s cool.
She rushed our breakfast packing our lunch.
My brother made faces, I gave him a punch.
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He threw a banana, it hit mom’s head.
She spilled the milk, her face turned red.
Our dog ran in to save the day.
He licked up the milk and wanted to play.
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We gave him some scratches and a treat.
Then mom tied shoes too tight on our feet.
We put on our hats, mittens and coats.
Mom packed our bags with books and notes.
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We walked to the bus stop to meet our friends.
The bus pulled up and our vacation now ends.
The parents all smiled and waved goodbye.
Then home they went for some needed shut-eye.
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I woke today, yippee ki-yay.
I rushed downstairs to welcome the gray.
A little rain won’t make me blue.
It’s New Year’s Eve and I’ve much to do.
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Resolutions are needed, more than a few,
but first a cup of my favorite brew.
The aroma awakens my primal needs.
My pad awaits my list of good deeds.
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I’ll be less lazy and help pluck the weeds.
I’ll write about something everyone reads.
I’ll be nicer to friends and all others.
I’ll treat everyone like sisters and brothers,
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I’ll respect this world as fathers and mothers.
I’ll throw a big party if given my druthers.
I’ll try to eat better and not get too plump.
I’ll waste less time perched on my rump.
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I’ll smile more and not be a grump.
I’ll speak more kindly and be less of a chump.
I’ll say “I love you” every single day.
And I’ll start this New Year the very best way.
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