Days of peace.
Nights of rest.
Sleep of dreams.
Awaiting quest.
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Mind alert.
Body strong.
Soul awakened.
Trials long.
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Head high.
Vision clear.
Onward thrust.
Purpose near.
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Days of peace.
Nights of rest.
Sleep of dreams.
Awaiting quest.
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Mind alert.
Body strong.
Soul awakened.
Trials long.
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Head high.
Vision clear.
Onward thrust.
Purpose near.
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Darkness shed, gone is night.
Sun’s awakened, beauty’s in sight.
Rumpled sheets welcome, there she lie.
Again, we meet eye to eye.
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Hands caress neck to thigh.
Lips whisper, explore unshy.
Nibbles ensue, all is bright.
Our day’s begun; we see the light.
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May the Force be You
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Seeing the bright side
can only enlighten the
time on the dark side
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Red Read
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The final haiku
will be writ large in the blood
of mankind’s silence
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Day Dreaming Nightmare
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If you’re the one of
my dreams how can I ever
believe you’re real
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River Art
Sands paint stony face
Dancing rock and boulders sculpt
Drawn to waters fall
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Sad-Day
Sadness is waking
To the realization
It’s still yesterday
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Bad Taste
Bottled hate ferments
Corks blow, froth spews and lips stain
Always vinegar
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I have a theory; it’s my “Maybe” theory
There are no formulas for anyone to see
Maybe it’s right or maybe it’s wrong
I don’t really mind, didn’t ponder it long
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This theory may work for any occasion
Maybe I’ll theorize the mass of the sun
Maybe I’ll write the world’s longest poem
Or maybe I’ll roam the old streets of Rome
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Maybe this cloudy day ends in a starry night
Maybe there’s peace and no one to fight
Maybe the sun will rise, maybe it won’t
Though we’ll never know it if it don’t
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Maybe maybe may be enough
Maybe not if you want more stuff
Maybe can be a word you don’t want to hear
As in “Maybe I love you, my darling dear”
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Maybe my theory’s not such a great call
Maybe maybe’s just maybe after all
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Murky waters swell
The acid rains burn like hell
Drinking waters smell
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Little time to dwell
Food not eaten from its shell
A parched final knell
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Seas rise, all to fell
The bottoms dry in the well
Well’s no more – Oh well
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Embers fade, waning moon
Sounds of day coming soon
Nights of bliss with our love
Counting stars that dance above
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Sharing secrets from the past
Recalling joy that didn’t last
Time’s treasured in the dark
Horizons clear with the rising arc
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By day we grow, eves recede
Priorities given to what we need
Quills in hand, arm in arm we’ll fly
Soaring and diving in the endless sky
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In search of a hilltop on which to lie
It is here I’d wish to die
To rest and ponder life’s miracle
Where the arc becomes full circle
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The springs and falls of time and life
Seasons sliced with a celestial knife
Words lost leave tell-tale traces
Pages turned leave deep lines in faces
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Covers mask the volumes within
Where chapters end the stories begin
A tale starts with each new moon
The final leaf falls always too soon
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When the last leaf falls
the tree will still be a tree
Only time has changed
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Bunnies disappear
leaves afloat in chilly air
spelling winter’s near
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Autumnal paths shared
Golden leaf falls from above
Shared hearts fall in love
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The autumn leaves sail
Their destination falls near
Anchors of next year
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Summer’s soon to end.
Autumn’s just around the bend.
Warmth’s shared with a friend.
~*~
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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
.
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
.
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
.
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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To graze parchment fields lush
Blossoming mature
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Spring
Life blossoms shedding care
Day’s grow longer, nights dear
Not too hot, not too cold
Perfect time, young or old
Summer
Always warm, always fun
Life outside in the sun
Day’s long, grass grows tall
Night’s breeze welcome by all
Autumn
Full of color, golden bed
On the ground, leaves shed
Getting shorter, day’s fair
Night’s crisp, chill in the air
Winter
World of white, weather bold
Day’s short, nights long and cold
Holidays, many friends
Bittersweet when it ends
The more we have, the more we need
The more we want the more the greed
Living lives consumed consuming
Conned intoTo dwell in a time lush and green debt for things amusing
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Day by day we run in place
Tracks grow longer on our face
The wheels of commerce set the pace
Rolling over this human race
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Blinded by labels to make us feel
Sculpted by images to make us real
In the darkness all are blind
Disappearing piece of mind
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To dwell in a time lush and green
The futures blight not yet seen
Waters’ pure cascading clean
Paths uncluttered, bodies lean
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Family and friends share to survive
Living life to be alive
Preserving futures, planting seed
Thus is all we really need
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Weighty Thought
If every cloud
Had a lining of silver
We’d all need helmets
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Cobwebs
To know is not to
Remember but to recall
Events correctly
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Untimely
Birth’s in an instant
Life is never long enough
Yet death infinite
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I need a new color or maybe a sound.
I need something to get my head off the ground.
High in the clouds is where I should be.
Soaring with eagles; majestic and free.
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Exploring a world where peace is the norm.
A place where everyone survives the storm.
A place where kids all laugh and parents sing.
Where old folks still giggle on the backyard swing.
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We’ve no need for bombs, guns or war.
We’ll all have love, can’t hurt, can cure.
Oh, What a place this world could be.
If only that eagle, were you and me.
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Back before sneakers where all the craze
Back in my good ole shoe-shinin’ days
Lugged a box that nearly scraped the ground
At six or seven I roamed all over town
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Had a place for quarters one for nickels and dimes
And a pocket for pennies, for change sometimes
So when given a quarter for your ten-cent shines
Make change in pennies, you’ll keep-it most times
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Busy summers at the beach and the bars
I had to be careful because of the cars
I drank lots of soda, learned lots of jokes
Once got caught stealin’ a fresh pack of smokes
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The bartender yelled “I’ll kick your ass”
I ran out of there really fast
I had to be done by the afternoon
Cuz the big kids would be shinin’ there soon
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I charged a dime, the others a quarter
I got the tips and they got the fodder
I once got to shine all afternoon
The big kids had a plan I learned real soon
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They let me shine just to steal my money
They didn’t think my success was funny
I was on my way home when I saw them comin’
They yelled my name and I went runnin’
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With a hand in my pocket to hold up my wealth
Little shiny feet flyin protecting our health
My shine-box banging, bruising knees
So I took a shortcut through the trees
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Then I got grabbed tryin’ to climb a wall
They caught up quick cuz they were tall
I only got hit a couple of times
They left the pennies, took the nickels and dimes
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It was a fight I couldn’t win, but I didn’t lose
Cuz I limped home – quarters in my shoes
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