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All Hollows’ Eve
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Ghost’s haunt, zombies flaunt,
monsters walk with you and I.
Sun’s rise all will die.
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II
Tricky Treat
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Full moon, rustling feet,
Trick-or-treaters rule the street.
Sweet tithes strangers greet.
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III
Sweet Irony
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What’s the best and worst
of a great Halloween glut?
Death by chocolate!
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Murky waters swell
The acid rains burn like hell
Drinking waters smell
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Little time to dwell
Food not eaten from its shell
A parched final knell
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Seas rise, all to fell
The bottoms dry in the well
Well’s no more – Oh well
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Smith’s Askew View
Pyramids on point
Exposing many, shades few
Capitalist view
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Lacking
People who know all
Are people who are lacking
Imagination
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Contrasts
Chilly, soggy, gray
Golden leaf beneath our feet
Foggy autumn day
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The water’s warmest,
air’s often not, late summers’
precarious spot
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A weighty world’s upon my back
Frigid nights, shades of black
Paths all upward, no end in sight
Scorching days, blinding bright
Blistered hands can scream no more
In search of peaks with rains to cure
Inspiration awaits, so climb I must
For the daily quench of a poets lust
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I’m not just me, I’m at least three.
One sailed far hoping to be free.
One steamed airless more recently.
The oldest walked a vast frozen sea.
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With passing generations this matrix grows complex.
A boundless atlas made of tiny specks.
Paper lines divide the pages of our time.
Ignorance is bliss, blindness sublime.
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Unfurl the man-made charts, the journey’s just begun.
The ship of fools adrift, nowhere left to run.
Invaders, settlers or immigrant be –
all driftwood from the churning sea.
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Time whispers on the ever-changing breeze.
One-eyed pirates still plunder all the seas.
Children wander a water-less beach.
Welcome shade out of reach.
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To find a paper line they roam.
To find a future to call a home.
Pages of the atlas grown,
each a page we call our own.
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The End
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Was a cold winter’s day and there’s nothing to do.
Same as yesterday, nothing’s new.
So I took a trip to the attic to look for words and a view.
The crisp winter color of sky and water, reflected in deep icy blue.
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The cobwebs hang heavy, there’s nothing new to explore.
Cold and flustered I stumbled back to the steps and slammed the door.
I went back downstairs and took some time to reflect.
Those things worth finding shouldn’t be that hard to detect.
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Unless of course what seems lost, was never really had.
Though loses always remembered, it’s the forgotten that make us sad.
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I went back upstairs where memories go to rest.
Pushing through the spider’s webs, to that place I like best.
It’s just a seldom seen pane of glass that compares to no other.
It’s a picture perfect painting, painted in the seasons changing color.
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I sat upon a shaky box hiding something long forgot.
Steamy breath fogged the glass creating what can’t be bought
I viewed the shifting shades of pinks and blues that end every day.
Then I shared the chill with the fading sun falling into the bay.
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Turning from dusk to shades of infinite grays with shadows intertwined.
I lightly step, hands outstretched and leave my little pane behind.
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Nearing the pit of the pendulums’ path
Forces of nature care not of their wrath
The weight of the world pivots within
Knows not when to stop or where to begin
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The highs never reaching a stable peak
These highs too high to which I seek
Delves of darkness seem never to end
Rises resisted rapidly descend
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Familiar patterns now drawn in time
Thus manifested in delusional rhyme
With feathered hand to soar and blind
To my ravenous return in stillness of mind
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It must be love when
passions can’t be expressed in
haiku’s of amore
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It must be love when
our hearts beat faster by a
footstep at the door
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It must be love when
broken hearts are aching yet
we love all the more
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It must be love when
burning hearts blaze hotter than
science can measure
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It must be love when
our hearts are left shattered yet
chests still hold treasure
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It must be love when
all life appears inspired
and our hearts feel pure
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It must be love when
only a greater failure
seems to reassure
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It must be love when
our hurting hearts are healed with
love – the only cure
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It must be love when
hearts and minds know not, but it
Must Be Love – for sure
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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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Here’s just another long ass poem,
where pencils wander and minds roam
Wrongly writing a writers spoof,
pretending to act ambivalent and aloof.
Scribbles scribed with thoughts adrift,
begrudging the irony of a weighty gift
A gift when open can amaze and surprise,
when amiss all’s left to despise
Ego and insecurity blend on the page.
The shadows measure, shades gage.
Jumbled words of love, sorrow and joy,
of friendships made or to destroy
Dreams dreamt with eyes shut tight,
while dreams are had in the light.
Time in reflection thoughts bounce then fade.
Intensity’s the source of all that’s made.
Whether hobby, craft, art or obsession,
or a statistically nil reliable profession.
There’s no substitution as far as I can tell,
There’s no on or off switch, no warning bell.
With a drizzle of drudgery and a smatter of haste,
the ink dries anyway, useful or a waste.
When the wining, waling and whimpers wane,
recall and record so something’s to gain.
Just the right words are all that’s required.
Write day and night and be always tired.
And this; not a sonnet or magnificent tome,
but at least it’s another long ass poem.
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Thoughts of love, humming notes to an unknown song,
I’ve tried to write it down but the words all came out wrong.
It seems when I think of you all other thoughts go astray.
Emotions and desires jumbled, I can find no words to say.
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I’ve tried a million times and I’ll try again today,
though time spent together always the better way.
Now pen’s in hand, mindful bliss my heart begins to race,
visions of my fantasy; beauty, elegance and grace.
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Reminiscent of cascading falls in the jungles of Belize,
the splash of your wavy hair flowing in a summer breeze.
Where rising suns cannot compare to the glow upon your face,
I’m warmed to my very core; the cold has left no trace.
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With eyes as deep and all-consuming as is the vast Pacific,
their depths so never-ending I can find no phrase specific.
Your subtle lips glistening, a silent language spoken,
still or parted, my semaphore, together I wish unbroken.
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A brilliance of mind and sharpened wit, a formula to confound
Whilst pure of heart with soulful passions amaze and astound
And when I rest my head to sleep and your image begins to blur,
I envision a ballerina floating through the moonlit air.
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Touching down on slippered feet, the foundation of my life,
where I’ll dream again of a poem unwritten – for a lovely wife.
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Grunts, growls, nods and shrugs
Smiles, laughter, kisses and hugs
Ashes smeared on homes rock wall
Soon words flow free, seemingly natural
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Lessons learned, lessons shared
Lessons remembered, fierce feared
Nurtures nudged, natures shaped
Bodies tortured, minds raped
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Minds make from minds made
Mountains tumble, foundations laid
Sky’s scraped, outer spaced and arms raced
Hole in the sky, Earth’s tears cry, life traced
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Trails, trials, words and meanings don’t just appear
Nothing’s truly discovered if someone’s already there
We learn from others mistakes, less from their good
We do all the things that we’re told we should
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We learn from books written by others, as they choose
Remembering what we choose, when in pretty prose
Reality is, as what fantasy was
History’s reality that was just because
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So because became to hide the shame
But the causes that cause are still the same
History’s posted now, in real-time
Fantasy posted all the time
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Reality’s fantasy some of the time
Fantasy’s reality most of the time
Most everything we hear, feel, think and see
Imagined and created just for us, thus fantasy
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I speak in riddle, write in rhyme
Never say much, most of the time
When speaking I stutter, ramble and blather
So when thinking, write I’d rather
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Then edit out space in-between
With the time never to be seen
Then post to a post I write as a ghost
A post that I host to share with the most
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I can’t imagine a fantasy more real
When reality’s made with fantastical zeal
Just a note, I make stuff up; don’t know if it’s true
I’m just real confused, I imagine, just like you
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Where rocky cliff meets stormy sea,
a castle perched, forever be.
Where gray stone surrounds little seen sky.
‘Twas this fortress a young princess cry.
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The princess post birth, her parents delight,
treasured by day, guarded by night.
Feasting with jesters, ponies, puppets and maids,
a gaggle of servants draw bright velvet shades
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With sentry of knight to share all her dreams,
her eyes shut tight to hide her screams.
Time wasted limitless, she wished for an end.
The princess was lonely without a true friend.
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One morning awoken by a kiss from a queen,
sleepy eyes opened to a sight seldom seen.
Golden light sparkles in diamond pane rare,
a sapphire morn burns black coal night air.
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A tasty breakfast served on tray in bed.
Downy pillows fluffed to rest her head.
The king arrived more jolly than ever,
with riddle to solve, if anyone clever.
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“What may have wings cannot fly.
Holds a heart yet cannot die.
Shaken pitch laughs off rain.
Having one a princess to gain?”
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The joyous young girl made many a guess.
The kings’ piddling patience grew less and less.
The queen and knights all had a try.
The king muttered “castle!” with a loud sigh.
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The room bemused by the riddler’s zeal.
Most unconcerned with how others feel.
A castle repeated in more pleasant a tone,
a home for a princess to call her own.
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But first a short trip outside the wall,
where grass tickles feet and trees grow tall.
There are lessons to learn from tutors wise.
There are truths to see with growing eyes.
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Now’s time a princess must prepare,
for the eventual call of a prince to be dear.
A someday king awaits his throne,
whence you shall rest upon your own.
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The princess knew the day would come,
a bartered prize as was her Mum.
No fairy tale endings for spawn of kings.
“Tis a life shackled with heavy gold rings.
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Adventure awaits, no time for self-pity,
freedom’s short locked in a stone city.
Knowledge abounds beyond heavy gates.
The princess skips past on worn ancient slates.
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Beneath a fine bonnet of satin and lace,
excitement glowed on her adolescent face.
Her velvet shoes barely touching the dirt,
a merry cyclone a-swirl in silk skirt.
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Her mentor soon waves from path by wood.
Magical flora beckons, some bad, some good.
Wonders overwhelm in green forest lush.
An ocean of emeralds painted with brush.
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With each lash a-flutter bursts a new color.
Light and shades multiply them all more.
With the thirst of a sponge she did explore,
where surprises abound when not looked for.
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A gentle breeze blew, a little leaf flew,
bright sky filled in the space anew
A ray of sunlight kissed a shiny stone.
Atop a bed of dewy leaf it rests alone.
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With a tiny tap upon its shimmering side,
the distant fates of two collide.
Surface cracking on this egg thought stone,
a heartbeat wakened with thunderous tone.
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Out popped a plump lump, beneath wings of scale.
A pat on the rump exposed its long tail.
A final stretch thrust shell shards to leaf.
And there lie a creature beyond belief.
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Warm smiles shared with a new friend.
A precious little pearl, the girl’s to defend.
The gazes shattered by a howl from the trail,
‘twas the elderly teacher, impatient and frail.
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The princess knew what had to be done.
The babe hid under her bonnet and bun.
Down the path she ran back to the gate.
Yelled to the guards “The teacher was late”
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Gates barely open she slipped through the crack,
escaping notice of the tail down her back.
Safe in her chamber they shared the night’s meal,
both sharing puckers with fresh lemon peel.
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Then swathed in plush robes, kissed on the head,
the fledgling was tucked safely under the bed.
Each night passing, more robes to conceal,
this teething tot with big teeth that’s real.
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Each day growing from the princess’s scraps,
she grew thinner, now padded with straps.
The servants grew nervous at both the sight,
one lie near weightless, one flew in the night.
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The princess’s secret though soon was known,
when her expanding friend went out alone.
The knights became dazed by armored flight,
their swords no match for the hunger of night.
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The king and queen where too nearly maimed.
Pawns, bishops and rooks where all to be blamed.
A wizard was called to tame the toddler beast.
His tenure cut short when almost a feast.
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The creature now huge, truly loved the girl.
She called her Sunshine, the princess’s Pearl.
Together they frolicked on the castle rooftop.
The king spying danger called for a stop.
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Shouting “time’s come to put childhood behind,
It’s now time to marry, I’ve someone in mind.
He’s brave, sweet, wise and kind, at least I’m told.
There’ll be time to adjust as you both grow old.”
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Escorted by king to a royal coach and four,
off to be locked behind another gilded door.
Her fate was sealed by a noble families need,
alliances grown with common regal seed.
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But with a twist, jerk and a naughty giggle,
the squiggly princess was free now to wiggle.
Breaking free, running fast, past all unaware.
She zigged and zagged toward the rooftop stair.
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Screaming loudly for her only friend Pearl,
who tried to save the much pursued girl.
A guard with a pike held Pearl on a chain.
Blocking the Sunshine’s escape of the reign.
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Seeing her friend at the top of the stair,
Pearl snapped her links then into the air.
The petrified guard fled from his post,
grabbing for Sunshine he’d surely be toast.
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The princess ran to the edge of the roof,
yelling to Pearl, she feared aloof.
The big eared beast sharply turned about,
hearing her Sunshine’s gloomy shout
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The king with guards, knights and queen,
Stormed to the roof unprepared for what’s seen.
The princess looked back, blew a kiss to her mother,
and a warm thoughtful wave to all the other.
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Then with a carefree step she disappeared.
Plunging to her sudden death, or so was feared.
The mortified lookers all lunged for the ledge.
Hoping the princess landed safe in a hedge.
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The king peeked over, not wanting to see,
when up rose his honey like a big bumble bee.
She hung from the neck of her dear friend Pearl,
now bonded for life, this dragon and girl.
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Higher she climbed with a dragons eye view,
a view to be viewed by a very small few.
Now all surveyed, now all her realm,
Sunshine’s the captain, Pearl the helm.
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Over forest and mountains, ocean and stream,
free in a world where she need not dream.
Adrift on her Pearl upon the endless sea,
Alone they now be in their realm of fantasy.
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The king broken hearted wept in his sleep.
The queen stricken ill with never a peep.
They later agreed to bare a new heir,
whether girl or boy was not a care.
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The next child’s fate was sure to be better,
born free of mind and trappings that clutter.
With a loving heart nurtured by family and friends,
then given the choices to choose their own ends.
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The princess returned in time for the birth.
The kingdom was full of merriment and mirth.
The princess enchanted with a friend who flew.
And all ends happily as fairy tales all do.
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The End
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Waiting for summer
All long year – overly hot
When finally here
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Possibly
With love all things are
possible, without, all things
are merely more things.
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Irony
Ironically,
the most valuable time
is free time spent well.
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Little Things
Transportation is
moving things. Transition is
the movement of minds.
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Every June mulberries bloom
Calling to birds from afar
Oh what a joyous sight it is
But for purple poops on my car
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A life spent digging
Both gravediggers and artists
Always in the hole
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I’m writing a poem with a camera obscurer
Alone in the dark with my pen and a mirror
I’ll copy all the words, line for line
Just shapes through a lens, better than mine
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At the glass’s edge all becomes clear
Words arranged, scribed without fear
Reflections honest, colors vivid and true
Time imagined – visions of you
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By hearth embraced for evermore
Framed with care, hung by the door
Shadows of day will come and go
Our depth’s captured, forever aglow
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Sitting quiet with an empty mug of Dali handled haste
Recollections of past mistakes, lessons not to waste
Bottoms dry, sticky drop sides, lip prints beckon more
Pouring fast without a rinse, that always forgotten chore
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I pass the sink, I didn’t use, but visions tapped never forgotten
Fondly recalling a baby kitty, who with first glance I was smitten
She was a tiny ball of ebony fluff that strayed from her mother
Found sickly and shy at a shelter, unwanted by all other
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Crusty with kitty litter and boogies I tried to give her a bath
And with a flash and a roar I released a pound of wrath
Water splashed and dishes flew as did my favorite mug
Later to be dissected from a wet and soapy rug
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Pieced back askew with frustration, dust, fur and fuzz
Now forever immortalized, better than it was
The glue eventually dried as did a smelly kitty snoozing on my lap
It would come to be her favorite place for a cozy nap
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The mug still has some whiskers stuck in its bumpy glue
Though with each year passing it loses quite a few
Beloved kitty’s now passed after a long and happy stay
Leaving reminders of mistakes that came to be the better way
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Like the tasty sip’s that’s now savored from that Dali-handled mug
While quietly savoring kitty’s memory with every wobbly chug
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Valentine’s Day
Poets shine and drown in their
Teary reflections
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Soon it’s fall, but first back to school, days getting shorter, nights get cool. Then the winter and with it snow, wrapping the world in its glow.
We’ll build forts, make balls to throw. So many things to do in the snow, sledding and skiing, rolling in white. Hoping for more snow every night. Morning’s good news, stay home from class. Fun things to do with time to pass, make a snowman with rocks for eyes, that see’s all in cold winter skies.
We’ll stay in and play or just talk. Then shovel a long path to walk, to the street though nowhere to go. Everything’s closed because of the snow. Crusty piles; high, dirty and gray, wetter and smaller each new day. Snowman’s withered, springs on the way, time to make up for our snow day. Waking one morning, snow’s no more, instead there’s flowers by my door. Springs arrived and welcome by all, summers next and followed by fall Like the seasons our life goes round. Searching for answers already found. Around and around we all go, waiting for summer then for snow. * The End sck091514 |
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