Smith’s Askew View
Pyramids on point
Exposing many, shades few
Capitalist view
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Lacking
People who know all
Are people who are lacking
Imagination
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Contrasts
Chilly, soggy, gray
Golden leaf beneath our feet
Foggy autumn day
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Smith’s Askew View
Pyramids on point
Exposing many, shades few
Capitalist view
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Lacking
People who know all
Are people who are lacking
Imagination
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Contrasts
Chilly, soggy, gray
Golden leaf beneath our feet
Foggy autumn day
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There’ll be no time for play today.
Because today’s adventure day.
We’re off to clean grandma’s shed.
Door so low dad bumps his head.
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Lots of stuff for us to see.
Each thing has its own history.
There’s: rakes, shovels, mowers and pails,
Tires and wheels, old boat sails.
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A big and rusty nut-less bolt
And a shoe for a shoe-less colt,
Sleds and skis, skates, paddles and oars,
Broken windows and old wood doors.
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Crates and bins, barrels and jars,
guitar made from box of cigars,
Dad’s reaching for things up high.
Mom thumbs a scrapbook, tear in eye.
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The treasure’s you find when you look;
cushion for chair and long lost book,
toy box from when dad was a kid
with missing hinge and broken lid.
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I had to put that one aside.
To fill with treasure that I’ll hide.
And keep it safe for mom and dad
with memories, adventures had.
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Sheds empty, our jobs half way.
Sifting and sorting all long day.
Next are lunch and maybe a nap.
Then spend some time on grandma’s lap.
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To the street go things we don’t use;
hand less clock and half pair of shoes.
Forgotten treasures go away.
Some I’ll keep while others will stay.
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It’s grandma’s play house in the shade.
But in the yard five piles we made.
One to save, two we don’t know,
one’s maybe, the small one can go.
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So many things for grandma to do,
when our shed adventure is through .
She can paint pictures or pot plants,
maybe yoga – go in a trance.
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A final sweep and all is clean.
The nicest shed I’ve ever seen.
Now’s time to put back things to keep.
All stacked neat, not too high or deep.
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The dust is gone that made us sneeze.
But no space left for new hobbies.
Dads hurt his back, moms tummy aches.
From our lunch of burgers and shakes.
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But grandma’s happy and me too.
We’re all glad the mission is through.
Our adventure had, job well done.
Memories made of having fun.
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Dad’s old chest safe under my bed.
Memories tucked safe in my head.
And now’s time to say goodnight.
Adventure’s done, out goes the light.
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The End
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Good memories keep,
let the bad fade – then there’s room
for when better’s made.
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Instantaneous conception
Darkened suspension
Quintessential isolation
Thrusted illumination
Blissful termination
Trusted dedication
Explored dimension
Forced memorization
Infinite confusion
Rising tension
Tense deliberation
Lofty ambition
Numbing frustration
Occasional jubilation
Generational creation
Much tribulation
Restful justification
Deserved relaxation
Diminishing pension
Perpetual hibernation
But so far mostly fun
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Shuffling through the shifting sands.
Time is written in our hands.
Traversing all; sea and lands.
Around and around for second strands.
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Looking past our treasured finds,
the future’s seen in our minds.
Collages made of all kinds,
bloods the bond that blurs and binds.
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Legs propel for fear or fun,
the past remains; we cannot run.
Reality’s ours seek or shun,
the face is yours, the time’s begun.
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The albino bearded lizard wizard’s not a lizard at all.
In fact, he’s a boy, albino and bearded and he stands quite tall.
He does have a lizard, albino and bearded, who answers the wizards’ call.
Nightly laughter they both share atop the garden wall.
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The lizard too is a wizard and a monster he’s often called.
Their youth remained for centuries; maturity was forestalled.
Each knew they were different, both glad to have a friend.
But time was ticking forward, their childhood was soon to end.
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Graduation day finally came, the students waited on their stool.
The beasts too had graduated and now feasted by the pool.
The awkward albino bearded pair huddled in the shade,
They both laughed together, surprised they made the grade.
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The worldly wizard queen then gave her graduation speech.
Her awestruck audience listened as a proclamation she did screech.
“All wizards must be prepared for a battle yet to be named.
The dragons were disgusted and wanted the humans tamed.”
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The dragons were the wizards’ kings and kings of all there be.
Then the wizards sided with mankind and the change we now see.
The dragons then outnumbered but will always get their way.
So, the dragons hid, plotted, and waited for their perfect day.
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A meeting was soon needed and a message they did send.
The queen, a very tolerant wizard, was ordered to attend.
The dragons asked the queen which side she would now assist.
She called for the albino bearded pair and said that they’ll be missed.
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A journey the pair would make and a message they would take.
They were to find the dragons’ leer, if not, their wizardry’s fake.
At first the journey was tranquil, until the trees turned into moss.
But the map was clear, the ocean’s near and soon they had to cross.
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The pair sat together throughout the night; laughter was not shared.
The next day was spent thinking about why they had been dared.
They questioned their strength in wizardry and why they were sent.
They pondered the most important thing; what their failure meant.
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Shore line bound on a rocky beach the ocean soon flooded their view.
Another step and they must swim, what else was the pair to do.
Warm and dry on the wizards’ shoulder the lizard saw a true friend.
A selfless friend who’s always there, until the cold and bitter end.
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Their bond now frozen in time the lizard leapt with the joy of a new start.
With a splash, waves of emotion swept over the lizards’ tiny cold heart.
The loyal wizard dove into the icy abyss to save his lifelong mate.
He didn’t give a second thought to what might be his fate.
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With each clumsy stroke the friends grew larger and stronger.
Their powers finally realized; fears were theirs no longer.
Overcoming adversity was their gift and proven every day.
The pair, now reassured, knew they’d find their way.
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The swim became enjoyable, greeting whales as they swam.
The pair now too were giants and as happy as a clam.
They traveled day and night before the land came into view.
A land covered in snow and ice; a place seen by just a few.
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Staring into the future whilst reflecting on their past.
Forward was their path, tomorrow’s coming fast.
There was no time to frolic in this new and mystical place.
The friends had never felt the snow on their chilly face.
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Onward they tread, each unaware of their enormous new size.
To each, the same old friend, in each other’s eyes.
The snow was getting deeper as the sun began to fade.
A shadow appeared ahead, a choice, then was made.
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The fearless pair followed the shadow into the dark and unknown.
As the shadow disappeared, a dragon, then magically grown.
With salutations all around their dragon guide led the way.
Tirelessly they all ventured until the break of day.
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The sun rose and a castle of ice glistened in the distance.
The albino pair stood in awe of this grand palace’s existence.
Large and foreboding gates began to open as the trio came near.
Once safely inside they were all greeted with a loud cheery cheer.
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A bountiful feast was enjoyed, and conversation ensued.
As the hours grew late eyelids grew heavy and sleep set the mood.
A good night’s rest was enjoyed whence summoned by the king.
The angry King loudly inquired what excuses do they bring.
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“We bring no excuses”, proclaimed the wizard, newly confident.
“We bring a message from our beloved queen, her love evident.”
“She doesn’t think war’s the answer and will not participate.”
“Humans, too, will soon grow up, so why tempt our children’s fate?”
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The king, unamused, then asked the lizard why they were sent.
The lizard replied, “Our queen is wise, your concern is misspent.”
The king screamed to his guards “arrest them now, my patience depleted!”
The pair stood with a smile and grew some more, as was needed.
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The guards ran away while the king, defiantly, stood alone.
“We mean no harm” said the wizard, “sit back on your throne.”
The king was furious, confused and more than a little afraid.
He then sat back on his throne and said, “what deal can be made.”
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“No deals are needed”, said the lizard,” our job here’s complete.”
“The Queen’s message received, now we’re back to get some heat.”
Provisions were provided and the pair happily headed home.
Both, rightfully relieved to be free of that frozen catacomb.
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Their journey back was faster as the pair now knew the way.
Their kingdom waited patiently for their return home, some day.
Back home they were greeted with fanfare and thanked by one and all.
Then the albino bearded lizard and wizard returned to their garden wall.
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The End
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Caution-
Image in mirror
Is milliseconds older
upon reflection
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A Positive Negative View-
When sunny days dark
Negative ink shades dark light
Starry nights all’s bright
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Prepoetry-
A poet’s muscle
Sculpted one word at a time
A very long time
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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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Time conveyed one to another
Volumes built upon each other
Leather bound illuminated stacks
Timely covers, spiny backs
Rag pressed, vellum crisp
Gilt edges awe with flourish
Foxed, toned, molded or torn
Paper sheathed, all’s to cherish
Labeled leaf beckon turns
Fiction fine, truth burns
Chapter’s start, ends remain
Hours lost, worlds to gain
Drafts waft, hearts flutter
Time’s conveyed one to another
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Tiny fairies flitter, sniffing summer sweets
Never pausing very long to enjoy the tasty treats
Yet on rare occasion I’ve seen them stop and stand
Purveyors perched perusing their never-ending land
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In capes of emerald flecks a-glisten
Sharing mysteries with those who listen
Magic’s in the moment, then to disappear
Flight near invisible, journeys without fear
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Their lengthy travels always elusive
Their worldly wisdom justly conclusive
With a welcome whisper, faintest ever heard
My fairy’s come to visit, a little humming-bird
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Stages of life in our micro-sense
Evaluations of thus foretold in past-tense
Passion, conception and infancy
Childhood, adolescence and maturity
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Individually formed randomly we conform
Collectively forged to an individual norm
Perceptions of fear dictate those to be free
Neolithic to renaissance and contemporary
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Stages of our life’s in the macro-sense
Evaluating lucidity of generations hence
Passion’s the start, when universes collide
Conception lets the atoms decide
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Infancy opens eyes to minds a-spark
Childhood informs our fears of the dark
Siblings diverge consistent with urge
Violence to surge with power to purge
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The time of adolescence, fire’s conceived
Ash to the wind, a world’s perceived
Sharing thought, love and hate universally
A university of diversity in an ever-changing sea
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Young adults craft their tools to impress
Civility’s conjured with mid-age regress
Maturity may follow, though yet to see
This micro macro juncture’s where we seem to be
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Like time itself mankind has many stages
Dark or enlightened vary though ages
With eon sundries since time had begun
Immature conclusions foretell a sundry of one
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Step into my diorama.
Leave the present behind.
Troubles soon will fade away.
Simpler times fill the mind.
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Rest your weary body.
Sense an ocean breeze.
Feast your eyes to candlelight.
Dream of what you please.
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Sit beside the fire.
Music fills the air.
Welcome home my old friend.
We’ve time I’d like to share.
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The water’s warmest,
air’s often not, late summers’
precarious spot
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We mold and sculpt every day,
we try to create a better way.
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We pinch and pull, pluck and pound,
though never is the best form found.
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Yet press on we must without a doubt
or eventually we’ll all dry out.
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Today will be different than yesterday.
Yesterday was sunny, today it’s gray.
Yesterday was warm with skies of blue.
Today is rainy and there’s nothing to do.
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Oh, I’ve projects o’many, my list is long.
The radio blasts yet another old song.
With pencil in hand my mind goes astray.
I’ll scribble on paper things I don’t say.
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Today will be different, I’ve changes to make.
Yesterday was wasted, but I did buy a rake.
Yesterday’s gone, its memory will wane.
Today is here and I’ve a future to gain.
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I’ve done some bad, but mostly good deeds.
Now I’ve all the things that one really needs.
And for love, joy, health and youth I’m glad.
I scribble today: three out of four ain’t bad.
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Leaning lonely against the stand
silently awaits the touch of a hand
Heart strings needing a pluck or strum
or beating a bass note with a thumb
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The neck longing for subtle caress
Highs and lows, notes relieve stress
Shapely bodies reverberate
Soulful vibrations stimulate
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Anyone’s friend, they don’t segregate
whether booming volumes or sounds to sedate
A planet of harmony’s formed with six strings
Sharing their love as the whole world sings
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We long for more;
those days of yore.
But not before the mall.
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The air was clean,
stars were seen.
Masks worn at a ball.
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Murders were less,
less guns, I guess.
Courage is earned after all.
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The food then was real,
not freeze, nuke and peel.
Our body’s now a catchall.
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Commercials were cheery,
now they are scary.
Someone’s going to fall.
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Whoa! clock’s running fast,
the present’s now past.
The future’s now to befall.
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Love at first sight or something new,
you look at me looking at you.
Eyes meet, head’s say “WHEW”.
Heart’s pounding, now it’s two.
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Who smiles first, who looks away?
Who speaks first, what’s there to say?
Could this be our lucky day?
Or déjà vu the other way.
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Time for a fix, my daily need.
It’s not booze, powder or weed.
It’s just words, but they won’t flow.
The sun’s high and I want to go!
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Just a drop to get me through.
The lines ready and my pencil too.
My grass is bagged; I need a light.
The spark’s gone where once was light.
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Wants wanting and desires to fulfill.
Caffeine’s pumping, sugar’s my pill.
Jone’s are calling, it’s time to split.
Habits habitual, mine’s now lit.
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Cooked Info
Making decisions
With half the ingredients
Is always half-baked
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The Other Side
Coins have two faces
Heads and tails denominate
Middles fill the slots
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Sweet Lava
Melting into sea
Colors and flavors for all
Neapolitan
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I’m a little older now, I think I know what’s up.
I don’t go sniffin’ for shit like some young pup.
I keep my nose clean, and my head held up high.
The only way up is to reach for the sky.
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Know what you’re sayin’ and who you’re talkin’ to.
Put a smile on your face and make the feeling true.
Help a stranger when in need, never passing blame.
Keep it real every day, this ain’t no stinkin’ game.
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