Inspiration

I Saw Today, Two

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I saw today my baby’s new start.
Her journey forward, lives of love, joy and art.
Now hand in hand fulfilling needs,
on this grassy aisle the future leads.

With a tear moms and dads share,
we part with one to make this pair.
And in this moment two worlds align,
a daughter’s yours and a son is mine.

Yes, I saw today,
two who each adores.
And with forever love and peace,
congratulations to you and yours.

~*~
Steve Kittell
June 30, 2018

Dedicated to my daughter Hannah and soon to be son-in-law Makoto.

 

No Static At All

Pick’s in hand, sticks in mind,
harps guide in words I find.
Inspiration meets, greets and fleets.
Hearts feel souls on streets.

Vibrations good, silence strange.
Eyes flicker, scenes change.
A world of waves: hellos, goodbyes.
Exuberance crashes laughs with cries.

Future’s run forward, stepping away.
Winnings cost, losses sway.
Pencil’s sharp to fill the gray.
F M, I’ll beat another day.

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A Beautiful Day

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With bay breezes to call our own,
we savored the scents of flora unknown.
We explored a “cottage” of comfort and beauty,
though none as splendid as the beauty with me.

With green eyes glowing and blonde hair flowing,
hand in hand our two hearts knowing.
We’ve art and nature and the joy it brings,
a victrola played and to me she sings.

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Dada A Nest Or

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The penguin stands black and white.
Half a life cloaked in the night.
Creation birth’s little doubt.
A tomb within is a tomb without.

Words silence words shout.
Stature made high, real’s stout.
A planet only revolves.
Mother’s nature evolves.

Evil kills, the good resolve.
Time tells if poles dissolve.
Darkness begins when a day’s done.
The future’s bright or there is none.

Half our lives warmed by a sun.
Twice the heat when two is one.
Icy feet wish for flight.
Penguins stand, black and white

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Thank You Barbara for your inspiration!

 

 

Erasing Racings

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We seek to seek a clue
for paths straight and true
where the angle we pursue
is our own point of view.

Degrees unchanged are unseen.
Answers lurk in space between.
All turns return to the mean.
Golden suns and blue sky green.

But the wind never bends.
A loner never lends.
Always best is time with friends.
And the unsummed heart someday mends.

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Naked and Alone

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Beginnings and ends, naked and alone,
all’s to know then to atone.
Little wings in an Age of Aquarius,
forever is a question if forever curious.

Or never ask and never know –
which direction you should go.
Up or down or in-between-
or never go then never seen.

And never seen is never known –
never known naked and alone.

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Morning Triku # Maybe the Last or 154

Going, Going, Gone

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Poetic Visions

A poet can see
the past, present and future.
Then write all the wrongs.

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Forever Green

In time we all green,
some blossom, others jaded.
Most just get moldy.

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Pocket Full of Poesy

We’re going to hell
in a hand-basket held by
a deplorable!

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Real Imagined

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Ships a pair moors by night.
Each’s a vision of the others light.
Tides are changing for me and you.
To time’s beyond when waves are few.

We each of passion, both pursuing free.
Findings shared, shared passionately.
An end to this poem, I have none or care.
For a future imagined is not really there.

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