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Penned Pretend

I’ve written more words than I’ve said

Just to make space in my head

I write of my demons, so they’ll go

Making room for more – I’d rather not know

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Perhaps this is a writers curse

A play never-ending we can’t rehearse

The stage set high, the pit is deep

The curtain falls yet I can’t sleep

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A costumed impostor, naked, pen in hand

Conducting blindly a leaderless band

Actors, black and blue all look the same

Though some quite vicious, most are tame

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On each sheet lay a one-act play

Performing soliloquy day after day

Awaiting intermission – after applause

Make believes effect and cause

~*~

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Perceptualist

Purveyors of perception

Is what a poet be

Sifting through the shards of life

That most choose not to see

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Seekers of answers

No one knows for sure

The good days are great

The bad days more

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Our love is dissected

Cutting up the muse

In search of a beating heart

Something we can use

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Dives dismally deep

Doling out despair

Climbs quite climatic

Seemingly without a care

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Our minds are a toy

For building, breaking and play

Scattered pieces everywhere

What will we find today?

~*~

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Day Dreaming Reality

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Portraits of time and of self

Antiquities dusty upon the shelf

Volumes of reference to explore

Nature’s framed beyond glazed door

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A pretender perched many a year

Penning in silence for all to hear

Words, numbers and colors all float by

Till looming shadows shade a sunny sky

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This past’s the shadow to reflect

Reminders of the pasts neglect

Selling the former to fund tomorrow

When even good times odds say sorrow

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Betting the future to play today

Retirement in the opposite way

It’s yesterday’s dream to say “I am!”

Today a poet, tomorrow a scam

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Or just a dreamer dreaming a dream

Building castles by the ream

A hopeful realm to rest an ancient head

Dreaming forever in my feathered bed

~*~

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Can Do?

Can we love something never seen

Can we see a place we’ve never been

Can we hear a voice never spoken

Can we feel a heart never broken

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Do we breathe just to survive

Do we work for what we strive

Do we climb to take the dive

Do we love to be alive

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Can we answer when unaware

Do we question what we share

Can we do all we plan

Do we do all we can

???

 ~*~

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All’s Just

A rose is just a rose

When methodically it’s chose

Yet a rose is so much more

When a surprise left at your door

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A kiss is just a kiss

When given hit or miss

Though a kiss is so much more

When from who you adore

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A life is just a life

When hiding from others strife

But life is so much more

When one finds what life is for

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And death is just death

When we take a final breath

Or a life forever more

When we’ve left an open door

 ~*~

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Steal this Poem

G’head punk, make my day

Steal this poem as you may

I’ll write another, take that one too

Then I’ll pen prose, making fun of you

 *

Take from me, indulge your greed

Plagiarism, the affirmation we need

Don’t you worry I’ll rhyme some more

I’ve infinite topics to explore

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But you, my friend, only do one thing

You’re a one note wonder, that can’t even sing

While creators create, both good and bad

A thief’s life will always and only be sad

~*~

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Hot or Heavy

Intellectual intercourse, screwing with my brain

In and out, in and out, it’s driving me insane

Mingle, tingle, fiddle and wrangle

Contortions of thought in an obtuse angle

 ~

Choose your philosophy from the six-o’clock news

Share the cheers of winners, without deadly dues

Think what you want, do as they say

Lie and be trampled or kneel and pray

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Feel the salt slide down your throat

Maybe it’s time for a bigger boat

Faster cars or super-sonic jet

All’s to lose when time’s the bet

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Spew some truth, take your chance

Or sit and wait and never dance

You’ll never know how far to go

When life’s an illusion, just a TV show

 ~*~

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The Mothers Way

Happy Mothers day

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Cradles all her precious kin

Judges not, where life begins

Cherished breast nurture space

Moving forward her many race

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One side day the other night

One side dark the other light

Sheds cool and rain, heat and snow

Her orbits share all else to know

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Oceans deep, skies bright

Growing all, her suns might

She frees to wander, endless whys

Her moons revolve before her eyes

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Dancing tides flowing minds

Infinite movement never binds

In this universe family all are we

This milky galaxy our mother be

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The End

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