Hello world, how do you do?
I’ve got a little something to share with you.
The sun has risen and the day is new.
But what comes next I’ve not a clue.
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I’m sure you’re feeling much the same,
though to be confused there is no shame.
Mistakes get made, we share the blame.
Wouldn’t it be nice if life were tame?
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Imagine the place this world could be,
if all could live both safe and free.
Think of the wonders we’d all see.
See you tomorrow, that’s it for me.
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The sun’s now high, the night was long,
and the urge to rise is growing strong.
Weary eyes open to a day that’s new.
Yesterday’s past when choices few.
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Life, it seems, is full of turns.
Seconds wander the watchful learns.
Tomorrow’s imagined now in sight,
the fog clearing, and the future bright.
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Optimism wanes when pessimism gains,
the pressure builds within our brains.
Awaken now to a time at ease,
enjoy this moment, if you please.
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Oh, these times they are a changin!
But when are they ever not?
Yesterday just slipped away,
too soon to be forget.
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Pining for our days of yore,
we then post it from our phone.
All the world’s our stage,
yet we feel all alone.
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Calls to arms get dialed up,
connections a bit unclear.
Leadership’s uniformly lacking.
So be careful what you wear.
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Shots soon for all;
get yours while you can.
Self-curing is the aim,
safe then from our fellow man.
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Voids will always fill,
content remains the gamble.
Sequels bound eventually,
till then on we’ll scramble.
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If to imagine a perfect life;
paths of ease and little strife,
morning smiles and a noon surprise,
sunsets reflected in each other’s eyes.
Our eve’s playful, toying future schemes.
Nights shared cuddling, kissing and living our dreams.
The sun then will rise for me and you.
Each day a new start of our lives anew.
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The switch broke, lights went out.
Now I sit alone in doubt.
Morning comes, eyes stay shut.
The feeling’s gone in my gut.
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Hours pass with no refrain.
Only mush fills my brain.
My body’s weak, pain is strong.
Life is short, death is long.
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Lips parched, breathing slows.
Numbness reminds of fingers and toes.
Into the light my soul roams.
Blood consumes yesterday’s poems.
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Silence heard with no heartbeat.
Time knows no defeat.
If tomorrow I shall see,
a better person I will be.
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If a poet when I rise,
this world anew before my eyes.
Nothing lost is nothing gained,
only regrets leave us stained.
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Second chances are often rare.
Today’s success is meant to share.
The past gone, ends unknown,
cherish all you have grown.
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There’ll be no daily sonnet today.
Thought has wandered and gone astray.
Nimble quill won’t dance on parchment bare,
seducing lonely on table near.
The well is dry from which I must drink.
Chair is empty were journeys to think.
No inky tears shed, blotted or smeared.
No blackened hands bloodied and feared.
Letters scrambled all over my mind.
Their chosen order I cannot find.
Brittle wax puddle proves candles death.
The darkness swallows my daylights breath.
Blindness shackles a masked and heavy head.
I shrink into my unwanted bed.
Heart and soul content for tomorrow.
When ink, I hope, once more will flow
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Why do writers write,
why do lovers fight,
why the lonely night?
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Why do we ask why,
why must we say good bye,
why must we even try?
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Why do demons taunt,
why do ghosts haunt,
why does beauty flaunt?
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Why do dragons fly,
why’s the moon so high,
why does all life die?
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Why dream of things afar,
why does life leave a scar,
why is why who we are.
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What is the secret
binding agent of all spies
worldwide? Bond James Bond
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Another year’s gone by too fast.
But the birthday stress now has past.
I had too much cake and coffee too,
had a party and stepped in poo.
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Perhaps an omen or maybe not,
or a reminder of things forgot.
Crappy stuff happens every day.
And we often slip along the way.
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Yesterday being our only prep,
surprises await with every step.
Life can stink as we all know,
but sometime wrapped with a bow.
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My shoes now scraped, no damage done.
My time ahead I’ll wish for fun.
I won’t let aging make me sad,
the alternative being really bad.
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Almost sixty, though I’m not quite there.
But I’ve learned some things I’d like to share.
First; get up early and watch the sun rise.
Then the world will get brighter before your eyes.
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Indulge your passions whenever you can.
Allow yourself time and have a plan.
Make others happy and they’ll do the same.
Accept your mistakes when you’re to blame.
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Give freely your love and never resist.
Make the most of life’s many turns and twists.
Take note of the bad but never complain.
Look for the good and don’t dwell on the pain.
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This list could run on but I’d rather not preach.
Though it’s always important to learn and to teach.
So just one more thing before I go;
If you’re in love, be sure you let them know.
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Hurry up it’s getting late,
the morning’s nearly past.
I missed today’s sunrise
and the roads are filling fast.
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It’s not that I’ve a place to go,
or anyone I need to see.
I just like the early morning time,
it’s when my mind is free.
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I prefer to write at first light
and be ready when my darling wakes.
She’ll sip a coffee and read her poem,
with a couple of kissing breaks.
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Our day then starts happily
and continues through the night.
Then we’ll snuggle once again
and know that all’s alright.
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Whispers we’ll share and more kisses too,
until our eyelids weigh.
We’ll dream about each other
and yet another wonderful day.
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Classic Rock Edition
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Let Her Be
Welcoming wisdom
Mother Nature will be free
Please sun, let her be
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Sometime
Sometime there’s a place
Where all I see is your face
I can’t leave it now
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Dream
Dreamers all are we
Our imaginations joined
Worlds, minds and hearts freed
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Awaken Flight –
Cocooned larva’s night
Silken rest for mornings light
Freeing wings of flight
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Write Time –
I have read so much
about writing, I ran out
of my time to write
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Drunk Love –
Alcohol is the
Mothers milk of orphans
Drink deep, die alone
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Poetic Optimism
If money worthless?
Poets stay poor but with more
Paper to write on
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Endlessness
Procrastination
Accomplished hastily
Ends prematurely
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Ends
Procrastination
Untried soon accomplishes
Endless finished tries
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Childhood
Suckled, cherished and warm
Blissful frolic to pimpled storm
Time ticks slow then runs fast
Stumbling blind from the past
Experiments with our alien form
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Youth
Hormone gales cloud the brain
Life is long, much to gain
Time inhibits, much to do
Carefree hands become too few
Past and future collide, no refrain
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Mid-Life
Inhibitions shrink
Time enables all to think
Second chance ambitions grow
Hands move fast, body slow
Pass the clock with a wink
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Seniority
Hands of time toil half the day
The other, gravity has its way
Seeds of time sown with care
Golden harvest – time to share
Leaves fall, memories stay
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The End
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Layers
Forests grow skyward
Rains fall and the sun shines down
The rest in-between
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Imagination
Imagination
Is to conceive of what is
Inconceivable
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Silence
Silence is broken
Lips flap loosely in the breeze
Duct tape fixes all
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Poetry
Poetry creates
A Panoramic vision
With minimal words
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Bloggergy
Bloggergy could be
Energy generated
By bloggers keyboards
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Learning
To ask or ask not
To answer or answer not
To know or not know
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Flight
To live is to walk
To love is to fly on air
To hate is to fall
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Sunrise
Newborn head blood red
Futures grow, tomorrow’s shed
Day is born, night is dead
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Writing
Morning pencil dulled
White to black, blank sheets now filled
Pages of discarded time
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Buzzing bee spring petal lie,
flying weightless in blue sky.
Often returns to beloved queen,
gifts of labor and all that’s seen.
Deep in hive she reins on golden throne.
Lonely she cries for the world unknown.
The End
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The more costly the watch the freer the time
The louder the song the looser the rhyme
Turn on the light half the world’s dark
Smell the gas we see with a spark
Life in a bubble called atmosphere
Poking holes without a care
Drink deep from fragile stemmed glass
Candlelit dreams with time to pass
To guess and be wrong a zero gain bet
The higher the proof the more wrong we get
To prove the proof a wasted equation
Pens against bombs can never be won
Words in the air unheard over fuss
Numbers on paper not to discuss
Lessons of life shared by all; never stand, never fall
Never swim, never sink, never thirst, never drink
Always bright much unseen, blind to details in-between
Never laugh, never weep, never dive unless it’s deep
Never leap in the melting caps ice
A lesson we can never learn twice
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To write of birth is a one-sided view
To write of the past when all is new
To write of life when opinions are plenty
To write of youth that ends at twenty
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To write of joy is to write of grief
To write of pain is of no relief
To write of boredom is to never be bored
To write of lust like sports is scored
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To write of love is to love first
To write of hate your mind will burst
To write of fear the fearful not dare
To write without fear is to write without care
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To write of lies is to confess
To write of death is just a guess
To write of nothing is no life at all
To write is to write is a writer’s call
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With every little word,
a soulful love song is heard,
expressing thoughts that we share.
Our silence would be absurd.
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With every little glance,
we fall into the lovers’ trance,
dreaming the dreams that we share.
And we never miss the chance.
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With every little kiss,
we’ve a little bit of bliss,
it’s a feeling that we share.
Being sad would be remiss.
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With every passing day,
we laugh, love, work and play,
we’ve interests that we share.
There can be no better way.
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With every poem I write,
her presence felt is my light,
it’s the vision that we share.
Then we kiss and say goodnight.
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