Shifting Priorities
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Riding bikes for years
From just one to many gears
Liked the red one best
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Priorities Made
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My lonely workshop
It has tools galore, though my
Pens and pads used more
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Sporting Priorities
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Soon the pond will freeze
Kids enjoy their skating rink
What do the fish think?
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Where rocky cliff meets stormy sea,
a castle perched, forever be.
Where gray stone surrounds little seen sky.
‘Twas this fortress a young princess cry.
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The princess post birth, her parents delight,
treasured by day, guarded by night.
Feasting with jesters, ponies, puppets and maids,
a gaggle of servants draw bright velvet shades
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With sentry of knight to share all her dreams,
her eyes shut tight to hide her screams.
Time wasted limitless, she wished for an end.
The princess was lonely without a true friend.
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One morning awoken by a kiss from a queen,
sleepy eyes opened to a sight seldom seen.
Golden light sparkles in diamond pane rare,
a sapphire morn burns black coal night air.
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A tasty breakfast served on tray in bed.
Downy pillows fluffed to rest her head.
The king arrived more jolly than ever,
with riddle to solve, if anyone clever.
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“What may have wings cannot fly.
Holds a heart yet cannot die.
Shaken pitch laughs off rain.
Having one a princess to gain?”
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The joyous young girl made many a guess.
The kings’ piddling patience grew less and less.
The queen and knights all had a try.
The king muttered “castle!” with a loud sigh.
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The room bemused by the riddler’s zeal.
Most unconcerned with how others feel.
A castle repeated in more pleasant a tone,
a home for a princess to call her own.
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But first a short trip outside the wall,
where grass tickles feet and trees grow tall.
There are lessons to learn from tutors wise.
There are truths to see with growing eyes.
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Now’s time a princess must prepare,
for the eventual call of a prince to be dear.
A someday king awaits his throne,
whence you shall rest upon your own.
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The princess knew the day would come,
a bartered prize as was her Mum.
No fairy tale endings for spawn of kings.
“Tis a life shackled with heavy gold rings.
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Adventure awaits, no time for self-pity,
freedom’s short locked in a stone city.
Knowledge abounds beyond heavy gates.
The princess skips past on worn ancient slates.
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Beneath a fine bonnet of satin and lace,
excitement glowed on her adolescent face.
Her velvet shoes barely touching the dirt,
a merry cyclone a-swirl in silk skirt.
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Her mentor soon waves from path by wood.
Magical flora beckons, some bad, some good.
Wonders overwhelm in green forest lush.
An ocean of emeralds painted with brush.
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With each lash a-flutter bursts a new color.
Light and shades multiply them all more.
With the thirst of a sponge she did explore,
where surprises abound when not looked for.
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A gentle breeze blew, a little leaf flew,
bright sky filled in the space anew
A ray of sunlight kissed a shiny stone.
Atop a bed of dewy leaf it rests alone.
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With a tiny tap upon its shimmering side,
the distant fates of two collide.
Surface cracking on this egg thought stone,
a heartbeat wakened with thunderous tone.
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Out popped a plump lump, beneath wings of scale.
A pat on the rump exposed its long tail.
A final stretch thrust shell shards to leaf.
And there lie a creature beyond belief.
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Warm smiles shared with a new friend.
A precious little pearl, the girl’s to defend.
The gazes shattered by a howl from the trail,
‘twas the elderly teacher, impatient and frail.
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The princess knew what had to be done.
The babe hid under her bonnet and bun.
Down the path she ran back to the gate.
Yelled to the guards “The teacher was late”
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Gates barely open she slipped through the crack,
escaping notice of the tail down her back.
Safe in her chamber they shared the night’s meal,
both sharing puckers with fresh lemon peel.
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Then swathed in plush robes, kissed on the head,
the fledgling was tucked safely under the bed.
Each night passing, more robes to conceal,
this teething tot with big teeth that’s real.
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Each day growing from the princess’s scraps,
she grew thinner, now padded with straps.
The servants grew nervous at both the sight,
one lie near weightless, one flew in the night.
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The princess’s secret though soon was known,
when her expanding friend went out alone.
The knights became dazed by armored flight,
their swords no match for the hunger of night.
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The king and queen where too nearly maimed.
Pawns, bishops and rooks where all to be blamed.
A wizard was called to tame the toddler beast.
His tenure cut short when almost a feast.
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The creature now huge, truly loved the girl.
She called her Sunshine, the princess’s Pearl.
Together they frolicked on the castle rooftop.
The king spying danger called for a stop.
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Shouting “time’s come to put childhood behind,
It’s now time to marry, I’ve someone in mind.
He’s brave, sweet, wise and kind, at least I’m told.
There’ll be time to adjust as you both grow old.”
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Escorted by king to a royal coach and four,
off to be locked behind another gilded door.
Her fate was sealed by a noble families need,
alliances grown with common regal seed.
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But with a twist, jerk and a naughty giggle,
the squiggly princess was free now to wiggle.
Breaking free, running fast, past all unaware.
She zigged and zagged toward the rooftop stair.
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Screaming loudly for her only friend Pearl,
who tried to save the much pursued girl.
A guard with a pike held Pearl on a chain.
Blocking the Sunshine’s escape of the reign.
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Seeing her friend at the top of the stair,
Pearl snapped her links then into the air.
The petrified guard fled from his post,
grabbing for Sunshine he’d surely be toast.
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The princess ran to the edge of the roof,
yelling to Pearl, she feared aloof.
The big eared beast sharply turned about,
hearing her Sunshine’s gloomy shout
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The king with guards, knights and queen,
Stormed to the roof unprepared for what’s seen.
The princess looked back, blew a kiss to her mother,
and a warm thoughtful wave to all the other.
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Then with a carefree step she disappeared.
Plunging to her sudden death, or so was feared.
The mortified lookers all lunged for the ledge.
Hoping the princess landed safe in a hedge.
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The king peeked over, not wanting to see,
when up rose his honey like a big bumble bee.
She hung from the neck of her dear friend Pearl,
now bonded for life, this dragon and girl.
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Higher she climbed with a dragons eye view,
a view to be viewed by a very small few.
Now all surveyed, now all her realm,
Sunshine’s the captain, Pearl the helm.
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Over forest and mountains, ocean and stream,
free in a world where she need not dream.
Adrift on her Pearl upon the endless sea,
Alone they now be in their realm of fantasy.
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The king broken-hearted wept in his sleep.
The queen stricken ill with never a peep.
They later agreed to bare a new heir,
whether girl or boy was not a care.
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The next child’s fate was sure to be better,
born free of mind and trappings that clutter.
With a loving heart nurtured by family and friends,
then given the choices to choose their own ends.
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The princess returned in time for the birth.
The kingdom was full of merriment and mirth.
The princess enchanted with her friend who flew.
And all ends happily as fairy tales all do.
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The End
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Baby blue and pink,
the colors of our birth.
Beauty shared at sunset,
all around this earth.
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As these colors fade,
stars soon will shine.
Beauty, too, can change,
when our views align.
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Though our views may vary,
our vision’s all the same.
Raise our children to be free,
to live their lives peacefully.
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Little note symphony
Music to our ears
The blissful gurgling sounds
Of our little dears
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Little note symphony
The music we love to hear
Little feet stomp the ground
Thumping crisp and clear
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Little note symphony
Brings us all to tears
Little voices screaming loud
Cherish those early years
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Little note symphony
Time’s we’ve heard to fear
Pots and pans banging proud
And only gets worse from there
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Little note symphony
Curtains fall with gleeful cheer
Precious silence to be found
Concerts enjoyed free of care
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Little note symphony
It’s so awfully quiet here
A phone ringing now astounds
Hopes of many words to share
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The End
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Summer’s at its end, no paths leading home,
memories haunt, hunger leads wherever he does roam.
The hazy starlight setting, the sun’s ready to rise.
A frightened little orphan wipes dreams from sleepy eyes.
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Soon the bells will ring calling all’s return.
The timid sure to flounder, the hardy always earn.
Darting through the alleys, the bay comes in view.
Ships aplenty ply the piers promising something new.
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Upon these docks seabirds feast,
sharing the waste with all other beast.
Flies swarm, rats persist and hungry dogs bark.
There are many unseen faces lurking in the dark.
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Survivors all, as is he, sharing the spoils of a bountiful sea,
no masters’ switch or mothers’ screams when a life is free.
Two pockets and a mouth full will feed for a day.
Fancy cord or carved wood may even bring some pay.
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Scavenging for a morsel, a meal comes in sight.
Tis crated fruits from afar, a taste of pure delight.
Brushing off the larvae and peeling rotted skin,
sweet sensations pass the lips, a smile grows within.
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Then giggles gurgled from his blissful throat.
Till greed consumes and bellies bloat.
Euphoria swells and inhibitions subside.
The bustle begins there’s no need to hide.
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While hunger had made his mind alert.
Gluttony now makes his body inert.
Guard lowered, feet slow to run,
this young boys’ journey’s now just begun.
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Sailors seized the well fed thief.
Then shackled aboard to ease their grief,
a gift for the captain from his loyal crew.
A cabin boy’s needed, there’s much to do.
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Soon underway and far from land,
the mate unlocks the orphans’ hand.
The boy then runs toward sun and air.
On deck he cries watching land disappear.
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Formalities scant then forced to chores,
His long nights stowed behind locked doors.
They voyaged south where weather’s warm,
when the waters grew bumpy ahead of a storm.
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The captain commanded his capable crew.
And the boy was forgotten with so much to do.
The bright sun fell with the dark rising sea.
Freedom escapes when nowhere to flee.
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The howling winds and roaring waves,
called heroes and fools to watery graves.
The skipper stood bravely at his battered helm,
barking out orders to all in his realm.
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He called for his servant to secure a line tight.
The boy climbed too high, falling into the night.
The bosons’ pipe blew and bells rang out,
muffling the sounds of the orphans last shout.
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The boy sank fast with his final breath.
When suddenly snatched by the jaws of death.
In a cage of tooth and tongue for seat,
waiting was he to be something’s treat
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Swimming as fast as ever she could,
the serpent’s intensions were soon understood.
Diving through darkness then leaps in the air.
A long journey had, till the weather was fair.
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He awoke on a beach, the serpent close by.
Being baked in hot sand to be eaten and die.
Before he could run the beast came near.
She patted his head and said “Have no fear.”
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She gazed into his scared little eyes.
Assuring him serpent myths were lies.
“We’re not all monsters or killers you see,
though maybe a few but certainly not me.”
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“Serpents get angry when harpoons fly their way,
or when dragged ashore for a tasty fillet.
Bounties are had that pay by the pound,
riches await when a big serpents found.”
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The new friends chatted the rest of the day.
They shared their pasts till no more to say.
Dozing they snuggled on a bed of soft leaf,
dreaming of a life without any grief.
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Wakened to sunshine and breakfast pre-made.
The grinning pair feasted on greens in the shade.
Then time for a swim in their private lagoon.
They frolicked together till the rising full moon.
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Days and weeks then years soon past,
the happy young boy was growing fast.
The pair traveled the oceans and faraway lands,
their life’s serene with no demands.
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They ate and slept and played on a whim,
till the boy grew curious of others like him.
He asked many questions, to the serpent unknown,
her boy a young man, now twice grown.
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His name, he had none, he could recall.
He was always called boy and that was all.
The serpent, a serpent, there’s no need for a name.
The boy called her mum just the same.
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The wise serpent knew their time couldn’t last,
The boy’s now a man and still growing fast.
Mum was ashamed of keeping the boy,
to coddle and cuddle and treat like a toy.
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They played together, she watched him grow,
all the time knowing he’d eventually go.
A plan was hatched she couldn’t admit.
If her boy found out he’d have a fit.
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She would swim close to shore then into the bay.
She’d crash on the beach for her boy’s big payday.
A hero he’d be and rewarded a bounty vast.
But she had to be quick for her nerve to last.
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The day was perfect and the sky was clear.
Boy was napping when land came near.
The plan underway, Mum turned the last bend.
The town grew closer, her life soon to end.
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Flapping her flippers as fast as she could,
splashes seen as she knew they would.
With one last thrust she lunged for the land.
The boy awakened when thrown to the sand.
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The town folk scattered, guards quick to arrive.
None had seen a serpent alive.
Bruised and battered the boy came to.
Quickly he knew what he had to do.
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He knew his friend would have a plan.
The boy’s time was now to be a man
Fearlessly facing his many foes,
standing with mum to shield their arrows.
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He called for the general to make a deal.
“Spare your feasts now for many a meal.
Or a battle we will have with much to lose.
Life or death sir is for you now to choose.”
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The general perplexed requested his king.
A long hour past, mum started to sing.
The crowds joined in and fears were eased.
The deal was sealed and all were pleased.
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The general was spared potential bloodshed.
The serpent was spared her intelligent head.
The boy made an admiral though a scant crew,
with a fleet of just one and we all know who.
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His beloved town prospered, called the boy Beau.
Replacing the name he didn’t know.
Beau got married, had many a young.
The eldest’s in a band with a grand mum who sung.
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The End
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Tomorrow’s to be the best day.
A day of sunshine, swim and play.
Must get to sleep, morning is near.
We’ll wake early, much to prepare.
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Eat breakfast, find my pail and rake.
Great big castles of sand we’ll make.
Pack cooler with lunch, bring a hat.
Bags for towels and this and that.
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Morning has come, wide open eyes.
Hoping for those clear blue skies.
It must be early, sky’s still gray.
Maybe I woke on the wrong day.
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Waited all winter, now’s in reach,
sunny day of fun at the beach.
Went back to bed, nothing to do.
Closed my eyes then the sun shined through.
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Jumped out of bed, day’s second chance.
Brush my teeth and put on short pants.
Ran downstairs for breakfast and more,
a surprise friend waits at my door.
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We all got packed into the car.
Hoping the drive won’t be too far.
Wheels turn, were almost there.
Windows open, I smell the sea air.
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Pull in the lot, our fun begins.
Unpack the car, pull out the bins.
We carry the bags, two for each.
Umbrellas up, blanket on beach.
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Cooler wheels stuck in the sand.
Dad asked me to lend him a hand.
We’re all set up, time to explore.
There’s much to do at the seashore.
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We hurry down to take our dips.
First toes then knees, up to hips.
The water’s cold, we jumped back out.
To thick towels we run and shout.
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My fingers wrinkle, lips turn blue.
The sunshine’s warming me and you.
Sand’s sticking to my wet swimsuit.
Mom gets lunch; sandwich, drink and fruit.
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Our feast is done, time to play ball.
Huffing and puffing, shared by all.
We blew it up then threw it high.
Caught by the wind, kept by the sky.
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Grab our shovels, pile the sand.
Moats and towers, kings of this land.
Then waves came in with a crash.
Hours to build, gone in a splash.
Now we’ll find some big new sea shells.
Some are flat some shaped like bells.
Some you hear the sea in your ear.
Some will have things living in there.
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Sifting for treasure in the sands.
Time slipping through our small wet hands.
We keep the best in a small sack.
To be explored when we get back.
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Now let’s try the water again.
First you go then I’ll jump right in.
Dive and swim, watch seaweed float by.
Then the sun sank low in the sky.
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We all go home, skin pink, eyes red.
Take a cool bath then off to bed.
Going to sleep dreaming of more,
a day at the beach is best – I’ m sure!
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The End
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Sunset setting a path to night.
Dusk taunts ending light.
Stars shine to guide and tease.
The moon glows, surely to please.
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Our sun rises; all is new.
Life’s begun, sometimes blue.
Rain and clouds fog the mind.
Rainbows follow, peace to find.
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Wind blows, waves crash.
Will’s bend; checks to cash.
Another day, fresh or old?
Tomorrow’s here, yesterday sold.
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Betwixt are we; heaven and hell.
Time, manmade in natures shell.
Reality cloaked, armored to fight.
Sunset setting a path to night.
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Oh, what to do, oh what to do?
My day is free, and the sky is blue.
There’s chores to do, my list is long.
My old guitar needs a new song.
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I’ve coffee for sippin’, a chair for sittin’,
and that morning sun’s warmin’ my heart.
The birds are singin’ and peace it’s bringin’,
so far, a mesmerizin’ start.
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I know not what of poetry.
If it sounds Latin it’s Greek to me.
Yet pages turned new words learned,
emotionally concerned more is yearned.
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Emboldened by fantasy I ward off attacks.
Slivers of truth yet slip through the cracks.
In a masquerade of hither and yon,
a poet’s mask is what I write on.
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Sadness lurks beyond a child’s grin.
The truth bleeds hidden within.
All parabolic permutations I can’t define,
calculating the depth of every line.
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So I’ll jump up and down, rattle around,
feet in the air and ears to the ground.
I’ll hear the sounds I note before bed,
where arranged tomorrow, unless I’m dead.
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Welcome back to Hannahbelle’s folly
where dreams broken yet most stayed jolly.
The factory was shut, tourist didn’t stay,
the impatient grew impatient for a better day.
Most old town folk not wanting to go
agreed to a change in the Hannahbelle show.
Their now was the present, past’s time of old,
the gooey center betwixt is this tale told.
It starts with Charlie, who lacked business sense.
All money made was but half his expense.
Having won the factory therefore the town,
he became a fair leader, albeit a clown.
Yet a kinder soul there could never be.
All hungers fed, anytime, always free.
The workers prospered with newfound wealth,
not only from raises but dental and health.
The village glistened, all gloom washed away.
Their Renaissance grew brighter each passing day.
Charlie married soon after, a remarkable bride,
their love for each other they couldn’t hide.
Hannahbelle followed within that same year.
She’s properly pampered and handled with care.
By noble decree the eldest of elders proclaimed;
In honor of Charlie the towns to be renamed.
A contest was held to find the best name.
Most of the entries were all the same.
The town’s new name was Hannahbelleville,
from miles around people came for the thrill.
With towers of brick placed one at a time
all topped with a bell for the hourly chime.
The windows sparkled, doors welcomed all.
Just step right in and we’ll all have a ball.
Neat lines form long to be part of the show.
There are twists and turns wherever you go.
A bib and bags are given free at the door
to save what’s left for when you want more.
Ponchos welcome but most haven’t a care,
sweet diversions are why they’re all here.
Where chocolate waterfalls splash at their base,
what a tasty surprise to the passerby’s face.
There are also cakes, cookies and candies galore.
There’s shirts and hats at the little gift store.
The shelves always stocked, but not for long,
their prices are good so sales are strong.
On paper everything seemed OK.,
until a new town sprouted across the bay.
This new town was grander, factory too.
They stole Charlie’s recipes, yet he hadn’t a clue.
They built a new park with rides big and small.
It’s better than Hannahbelles that had none at all.
The competition soon became bold and brutal.
The rivals charged half for twice the strudel!
Though Charlie’s reluctant to change his way,
he worked all the harder without any pay.
Then Hannahbelle’s tuition became overdue,
not just one term but quite a few.
She’d have to go home without a degree.
The long spring stretched, she worked as three.
Side by side the little family all toiled.
Cooking and cleaning and keeping things oiled.
Summer arrived and thoughts were blooming.
She had to think fast, payday was looming.
Then a plan was hatched to save the day.
She called her classmates to all have a say.
Her idea was shared to change their fates.
The chefs and chemists mixed heated debates.
Mathematicians integrated their permutations.
The statisticians juggled interpolations.
The engineers tinkered to make all precise.
Artist’s flourished to make all look nice.
A manager’s needed to book weekend bands.
Then there’s the overhead and two hired hands.
There are taxes, tariffs and hidden fees.
We’ve a lawyer’s retained to shoot the breeze.
Bankers were safe with their calculations.
The accountants left to balance frustrations.
Our writers wrote slogans, jingles and ads.
Their pieces placed in papers for new I.T. grads.
A final test given for last minute tweaks.
Then code was input by computer geeks.
The output emerged and everyone’s thrilled.
Soon teeth and tummies both less filled.
It’ll be safe to consume whenever you please.
They’ll never melt and cannot freeze.
There’s no a messy wrappers or sticky streets.
When enjoying the new Hannahbelle binary treats.
Though you will need a dongle for a spare port,
to call up our server of cheese mocha torte.
You can try any flavor you think to choose,
try them all, there’s nothing to loose
We’ve green apple slush and warm fuzzy peach.
There’s seven billion in all, that’s one for each.
Just fill in the form and enter your pin.
Sit back, relax and let the digiconfection begin.
Pay what you can, take what you need.
The business is sweet without any greed.
And after all the bills are paid,
what’s left is ours; it’s what we’ve made.
What was made is what we make.
What Hannahbelle makes icing on her cake.
Hannahbelles treats now second to none,
without competition you’ve already won.
And as the creator of all that’s digiconfectionary,
she’s thought now to be a true visionary.
A university was founded, tuition’s free.
Hannahbelle was first to earn a degree.
Soon she was mayor of Hannahbelleville.
She could serve for life and probably will.
The company grew large, built in its niche.
Everyone did well, though no one got rich.
Hannahbelle shares all her profits and good will.
So all ends happily in Hannahbelleville.
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The sun’s our clock, rooster alarm.
Up to start a day on the farm.
Fresh air and sunshine all long day.
Eat our breakfast then on our way.
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I put on my boots, coat and hat.
And find a glove under the cat.
Out the door to the bunnies hutch.
They eat pellets they don’t like much.
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My dog follows, opens the door.
Sometimes gone for hours or more.
Jumping high, trips latch with paw.
The cutest thing I ever saw.
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Next we’re off to feed the plump hens.
Gather eggs, clean muddy pig pens.
We’ll hose it down then slop the sows.
Grab our pails and milk the cows.
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Feed the mare, sleeps in the sable.
I’ll ride her soon when I’m able.
First she’s brushed then gets oats and hay.
We do all these things twice a day
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In the garden, vegetables grow.
Sprout from seeds we plant in a row.
Water well, pluck weeds in between.
Shoe away pests when they’re seen.
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When all the digging and feeding’s through.
There’s still more on a farm to do.
Pick fresh fruit for mom’s best jelly.
Yummy sweet, wiggles in my belly.
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Orange balloons float above ground.
Pumpkin pies shared all around.
Our beans are red and peas are green.
The tastiest rainbows ever seen.
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Life on the farm is so much fun.
Little to do when work is done.
Get up early, busy all day.
We eat our supper then hit the hay.
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The End
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I warn you now I have no clue
Where this poem is going to
Or if it is a poem at all
I can’t decide, you make the call
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Trees fallen for me to rhyme
Till out of space, bounds, breath and time
Out to lunch and there I’ll join you
We’ll rearrange words on life’s menu
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Time is free, food is not
Sleep spent in dollars per spot
Feet walk, wheels run
Hands make wings to the sun
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Voices singing for all who hear
Through buds growing in the ear
Tiny wires dangle from there
Yet no-one seems to give a care
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With tablet and Wi-Fi at the ready
Media replaced good ole teddy
Designer binkies between the lips
Smartphones at the fingertips
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Toddlers hunched, stroller bound
Multi cup-holders and Dolby sound
Of course a visor to shield the sun
The big glowing face that was once fun
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Now a menace to one and all
Best to stay in until the fall
When leafy suburbs bags abound
Full of leaves, once on the ground
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Cleared from lawns to keep them green
Exchanged with poisons in-between
Until the snow, when all’s forgotten
Of summer days way back when
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When sunny skies made all seem bright
Laughter filling playful moonlight
Now games played with only thumbs
Killing the most for the biggest sums
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Some might win the rest will lose
Most can’t, but some will choose
Now we’ve all a choice to make
Was it ever real or just a real fake?
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Or if it ever will be, or ever was
Or just maybe it is – just because
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On this morning’s walk
while enjoying the breeze
I passed by a garden
and started to sneeze
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I think my thinking cap
Must have blown away
I’ve searched frantically
all morning and day
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Without my cap
my thought’s gone astray
The pretty blue sky
has now turned to gray
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I tried an umbrella
that didn’t work
I wore a helmet
but felt like a jerk
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Without my cap
my writing will end
I guess today
I’ll have to pretend
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A little scared of our trip last year,
to the far north-lands, the reason unclear.
Mountains, forests and an ice-cold lake,
no swimming or castles of sand to make.
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Fresh air and sunshine, stars in the sky,
camping and hiking, climb mountains high.
That didn’t sound like much fun to me,
I’d rather visit a nice warm sea.
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Drive lasted hours, slumped in the backseat.
We ran out of snacks, then nothing to eat.
We read a new book of funny rhymes,
I fell asleep a couple of times.
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Some stories were good, some I got bored,
some I laughed loudly, others I snored.
Arriving late in the darkness of night,
waking early to rising sunlight.
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First we ate breakfast then a short hike.
Had lunch with dessert, what’s not to like.
Then a museum of the natives past,
legends of old and now fading fast.
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Heard some stories, we saw a show.
My favorite was of long ago,
it was of a little kid like me.
The bravest kid there could ever be.
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She was the daughter of the great chief.
He died protecting all from the thief,
who flew in the night stealing their food.
And the cause of their thousand-year feud.
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The girl shortened her father’s long spear.
Then roamed the forest without a fear,
to find who took her father away.
Then slay the dragon, no time for play.
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I laid in bed thinking of all I heard.
Remembered almost all, details blurred.
Woke the next morning ready to go,
to fill in the blanks I didn’t know.
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I went to the shore before sunrise.
I climbed on the rocks. That wasn’t wise.
Had to know if the legend was true,
then fell in from slippery shoe.
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Hit the water with a splash and scream.
I floated down and started to dream.
I woke up much later warm and dry.
But there’s no sign of bright morning sky.
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I felt all around for a way out.
Then saw light from something’s big snout.
I screamed and jumped, bumped my head and then,
I knew I was in that dragon’s den.
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Her nostrils grew bigger, warm and bright.
Would I be cooked for a tasty bite?
She started to laugh and I to cry.
Was I to live or was I to fry?
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She said “Hello” in a dragon tone.
“Glad to see you, I’m always alone.”
I was much surprised to hear her speak.
Her nature was gentle, almost meek.
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Now in the brightness of her warm light.
We sat and chatted into the night.
She told me the truths I had to know.
And when she’s done burping I could go.
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Dragons can wait to burp but it’s slow.
Or blow out flames with a mighty glow.
A truly bad idea, we both think.
So we waited for her belly to shrink.
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We waited and waited for hours or more.
So she could shrink and unblock the door.
And when most all of her gas gone away,
I could slip out to the light of day.
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By now it’s late and dragon’s still plump.
Rocks all around, I sat on my rump.
She spoke of the last to be with her –
It was the littlest dragon slayer.
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“She was three feet tall and very bold,
Not much more than eight or nine years old.
She charged at me with her tiny spear,
tears pouring down, she showed no fear.
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She plunged the stick in my outstretched paw.
She tried pulling it out to poke me some more.
The tip broke off; I’ve had it since then,
tucked away safe in my dragons den.
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The girls cause noble though a mistake.
Her dear father’s life I didn’t take.
He chased me into the dark of night.
Belly swollen, I couldn’t take flight.
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I ran and ran then climbed a tall tree.
But the brave young chief followed me.
He heard some chicks cry out on a limb.
Surviving the wind their chance’s grim.
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Was the branch to weak, he couldn’t be sure.
But reached for the nest and made it secure.
He was a brave man, doing his best.
But fell to his death saving the nest.
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The small girl glad to know what was right.
But she’s still very sad at her loss that night.
It wasn’t my fault but I share the blame.
Though sad, she forgave me all the same.
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While in the forest the rest of that day,
we planned how to keep others away.
I promised to sleep most of the year,
hiding when there are people to scare.
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The slayer agreed to spare my soul.
Keeping her friendship is my life’s goal.
She would try to visit when she could,
into the darkness of the night wood.
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I gave her a claw as proof of who won –
that famous dragon slaying mission.
She wore it always and was admired by all”
I said it was now on the museum’s wall.
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The dragon then shared more of her life,
her times of happiness, times of strife.
There’s never to be any flying at all.
Unless to answer another dragons call.
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Said she’s free to swim under the ice,
but never when the weather is nice.
And while out for her last swim of the year.
I fell in and she found me there.
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She brought me back to her cozy den,
where she’d hibernate all over again.
Our chat ended as her eyes turned red,
her tummy stirring, she warmly said.
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“Please take the tip of the slayers spear,
So you can recall your time spent here.
Think of me fondly now that we’re friends.
And trust that a dragon’s love never ends.”
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She finally burped, I held my nose,
but that’s how a dragon friendship goes.
Then out the backdoor and into the wood,
I ran as fast as ever I could.
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Now thinking, of course of mom and dad,
the sooner I’m back the less they’ll be sad.
Then the rangers soon found me safe and sound.
They were all happy I hadn’t drowned.
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Back at the camp we all hugged and kissed.
I was safe and assured I was missed.
But then all the questions that they had –
Over and over until I got mad!
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They didn’t believe my dragon tale.
I showed them my proof to no avail.
It was thought that my memories blurred –
by all the stories that I had heard.
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Tales of dragons and slayers in the night,
all normal causes of a child’s fright.
A doctor checked the bump on my head,
then sent me back home for time in bed.
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I’m glad for the friendship of a dragon.
But all in all it wasn’t much fun.
I’ve learned new things and a good lesson had.
That a kid all alone is very very bad!
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And now I’ve shared my legend with you.
Like the slayer’s, it’s mostly all true.
But if you don’t believe I’m sincere –
I’ll show you the tip of that little spear.
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Daddy, daddy come quick and see.
There are big eyes staring at me.
In the window there, can you see?
It’s a kitty looking back at me.
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Please can we keep her, can we please?
I’ll wash her good if there are fleas.
We gave her some milk on a plate.
It seemed like hours I had to wait.
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Then mom came home, was kitty there?
Yes! – She’s napping on the porch chair.
Mom and dad had a little chat.
They called me in and there I sat.
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Hoped to hear we have a new pet.
“First” they said “a trip to the vet”
“Vet” I said “whatever is that?”
They said “a doctor for your cat.”
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Found a box, she fit just right.
Curled in a towel ” out of sight.
Into the car and off we go.
To a new place I didn’t know.
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Never been to a vet before.
Many new things behind the door.
There’s lots of cats and dogs of course.
But shocked to see a tiny horse.
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Saw a snake and a talking bird.
Said some words I’ve never heard.
The vet was fun just like the zoo.
But I was glad when we were through.
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We brought her home, she disappeared.
Hid under the bed like mom feared.
To get her out we had a plan.
Gave her some tuna from a can.
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That didn’t work, mom tried a trick.
She tied some yarn on a long stick.
I wiggled the yarn on the floor.
We saw a paw and then two more.
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Next was a tail then furry head.
Now she’s out from under my bed.
Gave her a scratch as she ran past.
To the new food she ate too fast.
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We gave her some time to explore.
She made a big mess on the floor.
Dad cleaned it up, almost got sick.
Mom finished the job; I said “Ick!”
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And when done we all had a laugh.
Thankful our cat wasn’t a calf.
Then made a list for a quick shop.
A litter box was at the top.
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Boxes and bags of this and that,
Much was needed for our new cat.
While we were out dad took a nap.
Our new kitty curled on his lap.
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She woke with a stretch and a purr.
Licking her paws and stripey fur.
Dad woke next and was surprised.
By his new friend’s big sleepy eyes.
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He cuddled her close, scratched her ears.
Mom smiled, I thought I saw tears.
Then we all had a good giggle.
Watching kitty twist and wiggle.
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Mom picked her up, gave her a hug.
Put her down gently on the rug.
The cutest thing I ever did see.
But what to call my new kitty?
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She’ll be Alesha, our cat “A”.
Like in the book I read today.
By a doctor who wrote fun rhymes.
I’ve read them all oodles of times.
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Now’s time to sleep, our day is done.
I hope tomorrows just as fun.
Tucked in bed, Alesha and me.
Soon to dream of little cat “B”.
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The End
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Outside my window perched in a tree
Tis a winged demon that caws at me
At me it caws and caws all day
Till darkness consumes then caws go away
Tis then a candle lit, awaiting peace
Creative spark await release
The hourly chime hourly chides
This spark within creatively hides
Searching I pace in this tiny room
From shadow to shadow returning to gloom
Going in circles around in a square
Till wearily I slump back into my chair
Through random lacy limbs I spy the moon
With gentle breezes the patterns I swoon
Patterns swooning dance on dingy walls
The net surrounds and the demon calls
Consciousness concedes, silence relieves
In the dark the dark the mind believes
Rest and wait or rise and scream
Choices few at the edge of a dream
Wax drippings lapping pages bled
Of serpentine spine and heavy head
Blackness cloaks the demons night
Their quills aplenty shade the light
Demon, oh demon please let me be
Yet still they tap, tapping for me
Tap tap tapping on my foggy pane
Tap, tap tapping with no refrain
Without refrain demons tap in kind
Tapping demons tap, tapping my mind
Is this tapping, tapping to remind?
Or is it tapping to seek and find?
Oh demon cloaked with hidden face
To take from you is my disgrace
Your gifts adored left on my sill
Yet to rest on your back I am still
To be only still is reverse
Dive or fall, a lover’s curse
To soar or sink is to immerse
The spirit wishes to guide the verse
This spirit and I of common goal
Each to rise from the hole
One to fly, one to scratch and claw
Each may fall, one to caw, caw, caw
Our bond’s made to find a link
If to trade my soul I wish to think
I wish to think another’s ink
Of golden quills and wine to drink
In gilded glass I wish to wink
Then step away until I shrink
Till all is gone with a blink
But for the ink, I wish to think
I think I think, I think I see
I think I see light shines on me
Sight and sound now distortion free
The path’s clear toward tranquility
If to be a final rest, now’s to be the time
Drifting in an open mind is to be sublime
Or if to rise and most joyfully find
I’ve awakened as a different kind
To be warm of heart and cool of mind
Forward moving and never behind
Of filigree hands to align and chime
Tis then the taps return, tapping in time
Taps on the window from arms of the past
To embrace their grip the future’s cast
When cracks appear in my shield of glazing
The demon swoops for the dawns hazing
With inky beak and beating wings
Caw, caw, caw the demon sings
They dance upon the empty pages
Quills ablaze their fire rages
Then morning breaks the lidded seal
Illuminating all thought real
Am I to be taken or to consume?
Or wake to sunlight returning to gloom
Betwixt the shadows exposed by the light
Tis demons craft conjured last night
With nary a blotch nor stroke askew
Flawless leaf scribed by I know not who
I dare not share these words unknown
Through my window they have flown
The prize of demons cawing in a tree
Thus return I must this gift given me
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Wakey! – Wakey! it’s morning time.
So says the clock and its chime.
It wakes the twins up every day.
It lets them know it’s time to play.
Jen’s up first, been awake since dawn.
Ben is next after a stretch and yawn.
Kitty’s last with a scratch and a purr.
All’s ready for breakfast that’s for sure.
Today’s milk and toast with jam for Jen.
Always cereal with berries for Ben.
Mom has a muffin and Dad has two.
Kitty has fish and seafood stew.
Mom works today and Dad stays home.
Dad likes to read while Ben likes to roam.
Kitty likes newspaper, but just to chew.
Jen helps dad find where Ben went to.
Ben was found hiding under a sheet.
Couldn’t see his head but saw his feet.
Ben’s much faster than dad believed.
Everyone laughed, Dad was relieved.
Jen picks the clothes, it’s time to get dressed.
Tee shirts and shorts is what they like best.
Sneakers or sandals, that’s hard to decide.
They bring them both and choose on the ride.
They park in the shade near the swing.
It’s a bright sunny day and the birdies sing.
Ben tries to whistle just like the birds.
Jen makes up a song and sings the words.
Dad took a picture with his new phone.
The twins want one, but not ‘till they’re grown.
Ben wants red and Jen wants white.
With a bright shiny light to light up the night.
Jen takes a picture of Ben and dad.
Then tries another because Ben looks sad.
Ben snaps a shot of Jen and dad.
Dad sends them to mom and everyone’s glad.
Dad turns on the speaker to hear mom talk.
All chatted merrily, until Jen takes a walk.
But Jen’s not lost, she’s on the slide.
Ben got scared, he almost cried.
Dad was glad, but a little bit mad.
Jen had to sit and talk to dad.
Ben sat too and gazed to the skies.
Jen rolled in the grass, dad rolled his eyes.
Now all three lay in the tall cool grass.
Watching the clouds and birdies pass.
Jen likes the birds and sings them her song.
She gets up to dance and Ben sings a long.
“Birdies, birdies in the sky,
When I get big I hope to fly.
I’ll fly to grandmas that’ll be great.
I’ll fly all day, but won’t be home late”
Dad starts to whistle Jen’s catchy tune.
Ben tries too and catches on soon.
Jen stomps her feet, her lips are stuck.
She tries and tries without any luck.
They all take a break and sit back down.
Dad helps Jen with her whistling sound.
Now everyone’s happy, the sun smiles bright.
But now’s time to go and make supper for tonight.
The twins both love to play in the park.
If they could they would stay until dark.
But mom’s home soon and they love her more.
There’s hugs and kisses that wait at the door.
Now back in the car and ready to go.
But lunch-time traffic makes the trip slow.
The twins in the back make funny faces.
Dad’s up front, pretending he races.
The trip was long but not very far.
Everyone’s glad to be out of the car.
There’s lunches to make and naps to take.
So we’ll see you all later when the twins awake.
to be continued…
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Jen & Ben – Part 2
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Back in the car, strapped in their seat
Mom weaves through the lot onto the street
There’s bunches more cars than before
It’ll be a long ride home, that’s for sure
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Jen’s dozing off with the music down low
Ben tries not to, but he’s starting to go
Mom takes a corner onto their street
Ben perks up, kicking his feet
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Today’s long journey was soon to end
Jen wakes up and sees a friend
There are smiles and waves all around
Everyone’s friends in their little town
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Jen sees a school bus and wave’s hello
Ben asks mom why they didn’t go
Mom explains that they’ll go soon
Jen wants to go that afternoon
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Mom pulls in the drive they unpack the car
Then a break for all, mom plays her guitar
Jen starts dancing, Ben plays drums
Table-top thumping with fingers and thumbs
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Now upside down, the hands on the clock
Soon dad will be home and we’ll take a walk
But first is supper and the twins can’t wait
Tonight’s twisty spaghetti’s that’ll be great
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Jen likes them cut with not much sauce
Ben likes them long, to slurp of course
There’s green beans and bread on the side
With glasses of milk for pink smiles wide.
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Now’s time for dessert, it’s pie with fruit
Mom’s whip cream nose is extra cute
Jen tries it too then Ben and dad
The funniest dessert they’ve ever had.
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Now’s time to clean up then a short walk
Back at home they make puzzles and talk
The twins get sleepy, bath time’s soon
It’s time to wash off their fun afternoon
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Now’s time for bed, time to choose, no concern
Whether the top or bottom, each has a turn
The top has adventures, but dark at night
The bottom’s bunk cozy with never a fright
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Ben gets the top, he’s thinking of space
Jen picks the bottom, her quiet place
Mom reads a book, Ben watches the moon
Jens eyes start to close, all to dream soon
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Now dad comes in, his turn at dishes done
But everyone’s too tired to have more fun
He reads the last pages of the twin’s new book
Then kisses goodnight, mom takes a last look
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Kitty’s close by on her window sill
Dad flicks the switch and all is still
The twins now asleep in their night lights glow
Dreaming of stories they’ll share – tomorrow
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To be continued…
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Jen and Ben, they’re a silly pair,
they are twins with bright red hair.
One wears it short the other long.
One’s always right, one’s never wrong.
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They’ve been together since day one,
always happy, always fun.
They dress the same most every day,
pj’s for bed and overalls for play.
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One is bright and one is sunny.
One’s more sweet, one’s more funny.
Both love to giggle all the time.
Or they sing loudly, a nursery rhyme.
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One likes to run, one likes to jump.
One gets a bruise the other a bump.
In the backyard, their favorite place,
Today’s the day for the big race.
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Teddy’s in the carriage, pushed too fast.
Bunny’s in the wagon soon to be past.
The tree is near, the race is done,
It’s a tie, they both won.
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Now mom’s calling, time to eat,
something yummy then a treat.
First a wash of hands and a comb of hair,
then mom helps them up into the chair.
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Yeah! It’s celery sticks with peanut butter,
then an oatmeal cookie like no other.
Mom baked them fresh, just today,
with raisins and nuts, just our way.
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Then it’s time to help mom clean,
There’s never a spill or crumb to be seen.
Then the pair find pillows to share,
for a nap with bunny and bear.
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Snuggling atop their blanket for two,
Mom reads aloud something that’s new.
But first funny faces silence then yawns,
followed by dreams of swings and lawns.
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But a nap’s never long when kitty’s about,
A nose-tickling tail serves as a shout.
The twins awake in a flash, ready to play.
But mom has some errands to do today.
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First a surprise, a trip to the park,
the twin’s sleepy faces light with a spark.
There are swings there and a tall slide.
Jen climbs bars, Ben finds places to hide.
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They see other kids who know their names.
Then together they play jumping games.
Ben jumps high and Jen jumps far.
They all jump together back to the car.
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Mom hops in and turns the radio up.
Jen plays drums on her sippy-cup.
Ben sings along snug in his car-seat.
All banded together to a favorite beat.
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Then off to the store and away they go,
reading the signs that they all know.
Ben gets excited by a speedy fire truck.
Jen giggles at a waddling road crossing duck.
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They stop at a light that’s yellow then red.
Green means go! – to the store just ahead.
The wheels turn and blinkers blink,
Mom hit a bump, Ben spilled his drink.
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Parked in the lot mom finds a cart,
with a wobbly wheel and a shaky start.
Through the door that opens like magic.
Ben waves his arm, pretending it’s his trick.
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Their carriage a fortress, tank and ship,
sailing down aisles in search of bean dip.
With Jen in the seat and Ben in the back,
they guard the goodies in case of attack.
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Jen checks off the list and grabs for a treat.
Sometimes mom finds them under the seat.
The breads now a pillow for Ben’s sleepy head.
So Jen gets to pick the new book to be read.
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At the check-out they chat with some friends.
Mom’s chat with the grocer never ends.
The carriage ride bumpy back to the car.
But that’s okay it isn’t too far.
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Plus there’s a hill that goes that way.
So mom jumps on and we all get to play.
Everybody helps putting bags in the back.
Then a surprise, it’s a new kind of snack.
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They both get a straw for juice to share.
A flavor for each of the silly pair,
one likes the lemon and the other lime.
But that’s a story for another time.
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To be continued…
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Buttons, buttons everywhere,
they’re on this and over there.
They’re on clothes and touch-screens.
They’re on phones and flying machines
They can be found in boxes or jars,
or in neat rows on boats and cars.
Being on the button is good,
pushing people’s, you never should.
Some buttons are big, some are small.
Some buttons do nothing at all,
some are outies others innies,
silly buttons on our bellies.
You may have a cute button nose,
to enjoy the smell of sweet rose.
While buttoned up or buttoned down,
in the rain or strolling in town.
Buttons in all shapes, any size,
having a spare is always wise.
Buttons for eyes on our stuffed friends.
Uses for buttons never ends.
We glue them on paper plates,
making gifts for special dates.
Add string then sprinkle glitter on,
next curly yarn, name in crayon.
Some are toggles, some are switches.
Some like snaps to hold up breeches.
No zippers for me, I prefer,
buttons to hold all together.
Glad to share my buttons with you,
we’re all buttoned up, story through.
Rhyme’s done, time to button my lip,
I’ll say goodbye, have a safe trip.
The End sck081414
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There once were three bears living in the wood.
A small happy family, their life was good.
While out one day picking berries to munch,
a boy chanced by their cabin smelling of lunch.
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He knocked on the door but no answer returned.
So he walked right in for the meal he yearned.
First he saw a fish stew with fins and a tail,
till luckily finding jellies and honey in a pail.
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A feast this sweet thought he cannot be ignored,
so he nibbled, dribbled, slurped and then snored.
He woke sometime later with his teddy close by.
He thought it a dream till Teddy said “Hi”
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The boy tried getting up to run for the door
But sleeping in honey made him stick to the floor
The little bear giggled and papa was mad.
Mama bear unstuck him and the little boy’s glad.
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Then he’s off to the tub to scrub off the goo.
His lips staying stained a bright jelly blue.
He then cuddled by a fire feeling warm and dry.
While mama finds a recipe for a golden top pie.
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After their lunch the bunch are full once more.
The little ones dashed to the forest to explore.
The boy returned stung by bees, wasps and fleas,
with scrapes and bruises on his hands and knees.
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There’s dirt and rashes covering the rest,
that poor little boy was quite a mess.
He then nursed with care by the big mama bear,
while papa bear dozes in his huge favorite chair.
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The little cub sent to finds some PJ’s to wear.
Then it’s time to sleep in a bed they all share.
After weeks of bear life the food made him ill.
Yet bears have no doctors or get well pill.
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Papa bear knew what had to be done.
So to town he ventured with the rising sun.
The boy held secure, they arrived near noon.
Police with guns surrounded them soon.
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The bear roared “Don’t shoot, I mean no harm.”
The little boy wiggled his weak little arm.
The shooters stood down until help arrived.
Watchful eyes waited for the boy to be revived.
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Papa soon freed, went home and lived well.
The boy recovered then surely caught hell.
All knew the boy lucky surviving this time,
though chances golden when writing the rhyme.
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And as with all tales there’s a lesson taught,
That running away won’t find what’s sought.
And if you chance a bear on some future journey,
good luck to you and say hello, from me.
~*~
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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.
Chocolate covered beans, better than they’d seem.
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Coffee’s always dessert after desserts.
But it can stain teeth, pants and shirts.
A treat always perfect to end a long day,
A book, a snack and a decaf, my way.
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Huddled comfy in a favorite chair,
Sharing the quiet with a loved-one near.
Til pages blur and sleepy eyes meet,
Then goodnight kisses and a last sip that’s sweet.
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