little things

Check Please

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Columns and rows stack the game

Times of yore much the same

Days of peace cloaked in junk mail

Nights at rest dreamt a fairy tale

The dark surrounds all who sleep

What can hold may also keep

Pawns a king can never make

Yet pawn a king can always take

Kings and queens rise and fall

While castle walls forever tall

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Minus Minus

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Static unheard in a charged universe,

all’s plus or minus, forward or reverse.

Ions abound to attract and repel.

Eons in space build stories to tell.

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Energy’s harnessed by intensity of a core.

Waves emit in a vacuum of evermore.

Negatives negate, obscuring realization.

Where blinded are we to a positive ion nation.

~*~

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Advance On No Advance

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Writing for me is a chapter in a story I’ll see not done.

The beginning a bit sketchy, the middle’s been mostly fun.

A sequel’s now in the works, I can see the volumes begun.

Genre’s chosen comedy drawn, opera unspoken and drama shun.

Yet the covers close on all someday. I hope at the end we won.

~*~

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The Track Side of the World

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Another sun rose on converging tracks

Shedding light on forgotten backs

Graffiti brightens weathered wood and stone

A world rushed past, discarded and alone

~

World’s seem endless, far and wide

Though tracks divide side by side

Yet other sides cannot exist

If they did it would be missed

~

What is missed remains unseen

As does the time and space between

This ride planned doesn’t go everywhere

The straight and narrow’s only halfway there

~

The other half depends on you

All’s seeking direction as we all do

Equals always parallel, horizons curve and bend

All paths end on point, our perch will depend

~*~

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Poetic Fiction

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If you’re in no hurry to go

then I’m in no hurry to stay

I’ll pack up my belongings

and be out by the end of the day

.

You can’t ever keep a job

Or even wash the clothes

Our meals served at the drive-thru

That’s where the money goes

.

The few dollars that remain

Is always spent on ink

The few hours that we share

Always your time to think

.

You lock yourself in a room

There you laugh, scream and cry

While I long for the silence

When one of us will die

.

If not for crumpled notes

Our stove would be always cold

Your hot and chilled emotions

Once steamy have gotten old

.

We haven’t kissed in a week

There’s been no love for a year

I’ve now begun to wonder

If love was ever there

.

Now you say you wrote a poem

That all the world should see

It’s a poem of love and devotion

But this one’s just for me

.

If these words of passion

Are as true as you say

Rumpled sheets await

There’s no need to leave today

.

But if they’re not

as all other times before

My future will unfold

beyond your paper door

~*~

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Four Leaf For All

Mornings fog this St. Paddy’s day

A chill in the air but spring’s on the way

Life’s returning from winter’s ghost

Time’s now, don your greens – share a toast

Rejoice with old friends and make some new

Tis the day Irish luck’s with all of you

We’ll bloom together, all’s chosen

All living green and having fun

Soon our days filled with sun

Saints all, when all are one

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