life

A Thanksgiving Verse

With eyes to the heavens, feet on the earth, hands to our hearts and with our souls radiating from within in all directions, everywhere, to everyone, feel the unity of flesh, spirit and our minds; for we are many, we are one.

Let us rejoice and pay tribute to our forebears, their memory roams among us. It is their remains beneath our feet, covered by the soils of our homage. For it was they who suffered, toiled and worked tirelessly and proudly. It was they who fought the harshest of elements and the temptations of giving up. It was they, whose only desire was to build a home, where once nothing, home for their children, our children and the future.

Let us give our thanks and praise to those that lived before us, to the men and women who gave all and asked nothing in return but the hope, a dream that what they’ve done was good.

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Habitual Ritual

From dreams inspired overnight,
her morning poem I long to write.
I wake at dawn feeling bliss,
thinking first of the day’s first kiss.
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The kiss returned and we snuggle close.
Our ritual’s begun with a timely dose.
Her touch is felt from head to toe.
I love you shared and feelings grow.
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Our room brightens, the future’s new.
The sun wakes to skies of blue.
I hold her close till dreams return.
I then rise with none to yearn.
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Passion flows and coffee brews.
Words perk from flavors to choose.
Visions recalled, emotions poured.
Ink boils from the one adored.
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Shadows dance to a beating heart.
Her eyes open to another start.
Another day filled with love and bliss.
Another ode welcomed with a kiss.

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Shades

Another day, another time,
what will be tomorrows rhyme?
A rocky past has taken its toll.
Still wonderful people surround my soul.

My head still filled with uncertainty.
And always will be, but that’s just me.
My words fill pages no one will see.
Pencils get shorter, I wish they were free.

Another day, another time,
life’s hard while dreams sublime.
My heart’s thawing from winters long.
My eyes see both right and wrong.

Moments are filled with surprise.
Youth traded becoming wise.
To question this is wiser still.
The time will come, I know it will.

Another rainbow in shades of gray,
another time, another day!

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Morning Triku XXXIII

Tomorrow:

Reluctant slumber

Half-a-wake dreams, awaiting

Fantasies of day

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 Boom:

Mornings Burst – Coffee

Pencils Sharp – Ready – Waiting

Haiku Explosion

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Rhyme Time:

Constant mind of rhymes

Can be annoying, sometimes

But better than chimes

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Done-kuing:

 One hundred haiku

As of today, thirty three

Tri’s and this single

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Blithering

I sang a song never to be heard,
told a story that’s truly absurd.
Drew a picture no one’s ever seen.
Often I think of what could have been.
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My mind’s made up to not get down.
I stand on my head when I frown.
I laughed at pain, tears I bled,
walked on air that I’ve been fed.
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Money burns holes in pockets I’ve had.
Pant less I now go, never broke or sad.
Backwards I walk to not get old.
The future’s unknown, the past I’m sold.
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Someday I’ll die, a party there’ll be.
Bring a date and slow dance with me.
Mark your calendar, I don’t know when.
But normal we all can be, until then.

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Morning Triku # 174 ~ Good Starts

No Down Side

Creativity’s
not about making things up,
it’s making things work.
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Conundrum

If love made as much
as the time I spend writing,
I’d no time to write.
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All Good

Love is beautiful,
when all else is not. Love is
all when from the heart.

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The Void

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Bedtime soon and demons shall awake;
but with a soul gone there’s none to take.
The screams in my head scare the spirits away.
Nightmares fast-forward to the light of day.

The ghosts turn white when I yell boo.
And the Reaper can shove his sickle too.
Coz in reality horror lives and fantasy dies.
And sleep‘s just a void behind closed eyes.

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Writing Time

I woke this morning to a bright sunny day.
There’s a chill in the air, but that’s OK.
I had a good rest and that’s something new.
But when I check the news I’m sure to feel blue.
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While writing this poem today I had a novel thought.
I’ll skip the news for now and feel much less fraught.
I’m not irresponsible because I really do care.
I just need some time to live without the fear.
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My hair is turning gray, but that could be just age.
The time comes for all to turn another page.
A chapter’s surely ending and a new one will begin.
But will it be a tome or a volume very thin?
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Time will surely pass as it always does.
Will we seek tomorrows or the way it was?
Our story’s now converged, edits now have past.
The final word is ours but we’d better make it fast.

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Ambiguity

Tomorrow’s poem might be my best.
It could be different from all the rest.
I have some ideas I’d like to share.
I’m just not sure if you’ll care.
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The title for it I can’t decide.
But I’ll be searching far and wide.
I’m pretty sure it will rhyme.
As they do most of the time.
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It may be funny with sad mixed in.
It could have numbers, they make me grin.
I have no end or much of a start.
When it’s done I hope it’s art.
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Beginnings are somewhere, this might be it.
But if it’s not I don’t care one bit.
I’ll choose my words carefully, as you can see.
Cos I can’t be sure what’ll come out of me.
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That sounds bad; maybe I’ll edit that out.
When something’s good there’s usually no doubt.
It’s time to go, but this chat’s been fun.
I’ll see you tomorrow with perhaps a better one.

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For Sure

I’m not sure of the time,
or the day of the week.
I’m not certain that I hear,
or that I even speak.
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It seems that I can see,
as the words become more clear.
I’m sure that I can feel,
as I live in constant fear.
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I’m probably indecisive,
then again maybe not.
I’d like to think I think,
but unfortunately not a lot.
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Uncertainty is a problem;
it’s something we all share.
I’m not sure you agree,
I’m not sure that I care.
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There is one thing I do know,
this poem is nearly done.
I’m not sure what comes next,
but the future has begun.

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For the Birds

A summer morning lovely,
I dashed out for a walk.
The birds were singing cheerfully,
we all then had a talk.
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They asked me where I’m going,
I told them I don’t know.
They said they’re not surprised,
that’s how humans go.
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They’re always going someplace,
not often knowing where.
You’d think they own this planet,
the one we have to share.
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I feared my life was over,
Hitchcock came to mind.
A war soon was coming,
everything against mankind.
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I hurried home to safety,
not knowing what to do.
My dog now too looks scary,
gnawing on a plastic chew.

~*~
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If Jesus had a gun

If Jesus had a gun there’d be no Christianity.

If Jesus had a say he’d end this insanity.

But if you choose to play this deadly game.

Choose when “shall not” and “might not” are the same?

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But maker if there be will decide who won.

Prizes to be: peace or the heat of the sun.

To not fear is to fear not the end.

To fear is to violently defend.

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Some will kill with vigor.

Some hesitate to pull the trigger.

But a trigger’s pulled either way,

Just another death, another day.

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This loss of life is no one’s gain.

To lose ourselves with altered brain,

Strap on our cloaks of invincibility.

Defy the bonds of sensibility.

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Children pass and mothers cry.

The bad guy’s always the other guy.

But math doesn’t lie,

Too many people die.

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There’s some that do, some that don’t.

There’s some that will, some that won’t.

Can there be willingness without desire?

Lines too thin burn easily in fire.

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If Jesus had a second shot,

Would he take it? –  I think not.

I’ll end this quiz with a wish – not long,

For those of you that pray. –  Pray I’m wrong. .

The End

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Monsters

My world is quite small as you can see,

holds fewer monsters that’ll scare me.

Though they’re there, under bed too,

in the mirror they see you!

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Outside, you know, they’re everywhere.

They happily haunt without a care.

With unwanted visits, I’m never alone.

These monster’s I fear are all my own.

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Lurking weighty on shadowy shelves,

they’re all the weaknesses of ourselves.

All reminders of what we’re not.

That’s why monsters scare us a lot

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The End

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Morning Triku VII

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Morning

Woke today – all’s gray

Sunshine bright  next to me lay

Gray has gone away

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Children

Children born – then grow

For parents fast – children slow

Clocks tick – parents know

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Chains

Chains that bond or bind

Two links needed for a bond

Only us to bind

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Time’s Key

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The future’s key

To wind the clock

That tells the time

To ring the bell

That wakes us up

To see the light

That opens eyes

To open minds

That opens arms

To feel the heat

That two hearts share

To beat as one

That makes the love

To turn the hands

That makes the time

To spend with you

That turns the key

To move time forward

That’s forever yours

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She’s too Nice to Play

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I’ve waited for this moment

My whole short life long

I think about her everyday

And now to write her song

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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She’s a curly long neck blonde

And her moans so ever sweet

When I hold her in my arms

She knocks me off my feet

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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I saved up all my money

I ain’t been eatin’ right

But when I cash this paycheck

I’ll be takin her home tonight

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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I’ve been eye’n her now for years

And she’s waited just for me

Soon we’ll slip up the backstairs

So nobody else will see

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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I unwrapped her very slowly

My heart picked up a beat

Now with her curves in my hands

My life now feels complete

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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I wrap my arms around her

I hold her real tight

When I feel her around my neck

It makes me feel just right

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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She tempts me oh so very much

While she sits close and still

To have her rest upon my knee

She gives me the biggest thrill

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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Though rarely is she picked-up

She never lets me down

She always leaves me breathless

I think I’m gonna drown

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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Now swaddled in golden satin

She does forever lay

Her beauty I’m unworthy

Cos she’s just too nice to play

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I love her any way

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