learning

The Leaves We Read

We sometime get what we want.
We sometime get what we need.
Sometimes both are satisfied.
That’s when we truly succeed.
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When wants and needs are met,
hearts and minds are freed.
When time and space align,
growth assured for the seed.

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Out of the Woods

Inner roots entrenched un-nurtured.
Branches straggled poetic, undeterred.
Once lost in space above the din,
depths blurred visions within.
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Years consumed by sheer ambivalence.
The forest’s unseen, unseen for relevance.
The knowable hidden for unknown fear.
Darkness sweeps focus clear.
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Cloud’s parting from the blues of green.
Sunbeams felt, sky’s now seen.
Whilst logging life milled in rhyme,
nothing’s saved, saved for next time.

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Good Day, Nay and Yay

Got out of bed,
scratched my head.
What will I write today?
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The day is new,
my mind’s askew.
No thoughts of what to say.
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Poured my coffee in a cup,
needing a little pick-me-up.
Why must the day be gray?
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The clock ticks fast,
gone is the past.
Still dues I pay.
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For tonight I wait,
I’ve a welcome date.
She helps me see the way.
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The night will end,
a note I’ll send.
That love’s here to stay.

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Pay Day?

Don’t fear death, but be concerned.
You’ll leave behind all you’ve learned
The bridges crossed and bridges burned.
Stones skipped while some left unturned

Desires quenched and desires yearned.
Heads dazed and heads turned.
Friendships had and friendships spurned.
Sublime sedations’ and emotions churned.

There’s love given and the love returned.
So be forgotten not, life was earned.

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Purgatory and Main

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Poetic purgatory’s a place between,
the best of all verse never to be seen.
Visions undefinable, feelings unfelt
and sensations inconceivable, when
squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squoze,
jumbled noise and random shapes,
blurry sounds and perception escapes.

Normalcy‘s all a part of prose.
Unheard the whispers whose echo grows,
frequency seldom as anyone knows.
Oh no, no, no and so the rhythm comes and goes.
Mind distracted by orderly thought.
Moments rest all for naught.
Escapers of dreams always caught.

Then times sold, image bought and change sought,
until the dollars sign to buy an eternity.
Though sense is never free, so why, why, why –
Why won’t desires die?

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