life

Trying Times

I tried to pen a beautiful rhyme

But I cried most every time

I’ve tried to write a love song

But the notes all came out wrong

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I tried to bake a birthday cake

All I got was a burnt mistake

I’ve tried to pick you wild flowers

Till’ the bees rained down like spring showers

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I try to say I love you,

each and everyday

I’ll try again tomorrow,

when the pain’s gone away

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Thank You Friend

Thank you friend for sharing with me

Your warmth and laughter and all there’s to see

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You’ve come into my heart, made me look inside

You’ve made me realize what I’ve always been denied

A new emotion now exposed, feelings I can’t hide

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It’s a feeling that is new, a feeling that is true

This feeling is love and I’m sure it’s for you

This love for you so hard to contain

Though resist I must to cause you no pain

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I know of your love once had, now gone

I know of your tears and how each day you mourn

This pain you carry and cannot ignore

Time and friends, the only cure

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Please let me help and be a friend

Together we’ll make all this hurt end

We can speak of the future or yesterday

We can chat under moonlight or whisper by the bay

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Thank you friend for sharing with me

Your warmth, laughter and all life can be

For all you’ve done, I’m indebted to you

How to repay, I have no clue

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I owe you my life, I owe you my love

I owe you the stars and moon above

I owe you more than I can give, regardless of expense

Thank you friend for these feelings so intense

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I owe you most the time and space that you need

For you I must comply, despite my wants and greed

Together we’ll let time and fate take its natural course

We’ll share another day free of remorse

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We can talk of the future or yesterday

We can chat under moonlight or whisper by the bay

We can run through the rain or stroll in the park

We can sit on a beach or share secrets in the dark

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While lovers may come, lovers may go

We’ll be good friends always, this I know

Yes, to you I give my thanks, my friend

And my love for you that will never end

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Java Java Java

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My silent alarm, works every day.

Dreams of coffee wafting my way.

I get up quick to make water hot.

Then longingly watch the drips in the pot.

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When half way full the process proceeds.

The quest begins for the rest of my needs,

A big cup, of course, some sugar and cream.

And something to stir a new coffee dream.

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My brew perks away then perks me up.

There’s nothing better than a second cup.

To sip and to savor and share the sunrise.

The beauty’s doubled with wide open eyes.

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I think it’s the drink I drink the most,

Columbian, Sumatra or a dark French Roast.

Whole-bean or ground, instant or drip,

They all taste great from the very first sip.

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Winter hands on a hot mug are nice.

In the summer it’s refreshing with ice,

Or a flavorful syrup or tasty ice cream.

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Can I Haz Tomorrow?

My cat had a vision the other day

Of a future, not long away

She stood on the moon

Gazed into the gloom

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Where once a planet spun

Fresh air, naps and scratches, oh what fun

Food abounds for every taste

Till wolves overcame and all was a waste

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Wars were fought over piles of trash

And our once cozy home now a ball of ash

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Closed (temporarily)

Due to insecurity

This life of mine cannot be free

Brain’s cluttered with negative stuff

This uphill charge – I’ve had enough

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Words all mean different things

Too many choices a sentence brings

Paragraphs explode exponentially

Random letters pour down on me

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The sun comes out, I work indoors

On my day off it rains for sure

All my pencils say “NO” today

They too are tired of writing gray

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My mind now wanders to parts unknown

Surrounded by friends, feeling alone

With aging body and child’s mind

A place to fit I’ve yet to find

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I’m sorry for wasting your precious time

I guess it best to end this rhyme

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YEAH!

yeah

Congratulations one and all

No task too big or job too small

Made a movie, made a play

Now’s time for graduation day

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Three years past, mastered the rage

All the world’s now your stage

Share your craft, design, create

Dues were paid – go be great!

~*~

To Hannah & the NYU class of 2015

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Today’s Tomorrows Yesterday

Once upon a time,
I thought I heard you say.
That for all our time,
you’ll love me everyday.

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It was a special time,
seems now like yesterday
Sharing endless time,
but now my world’s gone gray.

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I fell behind killing time,
today alone I lay.
You said I was wasting time,
begging you to stay.

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My face slapped by hands of time,
and your heart now gone astray.
Why must “Once upon a time”
always end this way?

~*~

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No Hole, No Doughnut

Rains must fall for flora to bloom
The sun returns to lighten the gloom
Burdens of time rise and drop
All’s wound-up to never stop

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Days grow longer, ends grow near
Nights shorter, lessens the fear
Til’ Autumn begins – bittersweet
Hues blossom to clutter the street

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Kicked around by cold wet feet
Herded into piles, nice and neat
Replaced by snow, a one-time novelty
Reminded of months I’d rather not see

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Then back to square one, worse for wear
Dreaming of sleep without the nightmare
Sorry to bore you with words dismal and glum
Yet these words only half of the pages sum

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Blank spaces between remain for imagery to grow
Where brighter poetry’s written – tomorrow

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Poetry in Mime

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Red, White and Blown Away

Our nights shorter and days are long

Girls are prettier, men never wrong

Our lead can be soft with steel strong

Ain’t no poets, just cowboy songs

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Boot heels stompin, greased hands clappin

All just-a-dancin and a-back-slappin

No-one’s wrong when everyone’s right

On this big ole globe that cools every night

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So come on down and you’ll agree

Ammo only hurts when it’s free

So elevate high up on a shelf

Hidden from bad-guys, kids and self

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Keep tucked away safe for a rainy day

When alien invaders immigrate our way

Or the foretold glorified blaze of a hellish fire-fight

Where winged we’ll soar into apocalyptic light

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All profoundly pleased the penchant was right

Our victory pre-applauded for forgone foresight

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Hell No

 

Oh heavens me, look what you’ve done

You made me think and that’s not fun

Specifically of heaven, death and hell

All are places I’d prefer not to dwell

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If must it be I’m to conjure this thought

I shan’t writ thy time devoted naught

Up or down or whatever which way

Or just here and here we’ll stay

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For a crowded place this heaven be

If wings needed to be vertically free

But who goes high and who low?

Answers only they will know

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If there is a they at all

Those who’ve risen, those who fall

Is hell dark or is it bright?

Fires light the darkest of night

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Why when we age, we go where’s hot?

Are we perhaps reserving a spot?

Preparing for our infinity

A cozy place on a molten sea

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Too many questions that I’ve to ask

Too little time for too big a task

Heaven and hell and death, – Oh My!

If answers had I, they’d be a lie

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I’ve wandered and pondered over this stuff

I think I’ve pondered quite enough

Life’s too short and seas too wide

Save thoughts of dying for the other side

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For heaven’s the pathways chosen to roam

And to hell with death ends this poem

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Jester’s Throne

 

Prancing ponies in harlequin suits

Powdered faces, bells on their boots

Marionettes merrily masquerade as men

Pretty puppets pulled to be pushed again

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The muses of muses paid to amuse

Chuckling clowns cry, just to confuse

Jugglers juggling, jingling our nerves

Swallowers’ swallowing for the point it serves

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Pachyderms poked and packed with their trunks

With those no-stripe types, the most potent of skunks

They waddle, wander and wade through the nights

Into the big-top with big spotty spot lights

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Tall tents risen, stakes struck down

The political circus has blown into town

Steaks tossed at beasts to keep at bay

The world’s greatest show will start any day

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Food and fun and games for all

Prizes awarded if you heed their call

Applause not denied in a beauty contest

While the leaders with rings always do best

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Just step right up and you’ll decide

Who’s to stay and who we hide

Take a chance and chance a win

Winner takes all – let the show begin!

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