Life of an artist
Create, eat, sleep and play by night
Sell yourself by day
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Life of an artist
Create, eat, sleep and play by night
Sell yourself by day
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Shards of royalty
Reflections of vanity
Pay again – come see
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Kaleidoscope dreams
Reality screams – Don’t touch!
Appeased – needing more
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Behold imagery
Beauty surrounds, passions soar
Pondering awaits
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Surprises await
Shiny wrap, ribbons and bows
Shreds of wonder strewn
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The frustration grows
Parking foes and frozen toes
Christmas shopping woes
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Birthdays together
Thoughts shared in different minds
Soul mates forever
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When truth’s forgotten
Lies and deceit become truth
Eventually
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Lies rise when truths dive
Logarithmically and
Proportionally
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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.
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There is a fine line
Between imagination
And insanity
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A bird in hand beats
two in the bush. Birds in bush
leave hands free and clean.
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Their times chosen few
Classics live on forever
All novelties fade
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Think before striking
Wounds go deep, words go deeper
A tongue’s double edged
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Something new to do
It’s a “YOUR NAME HERE” haiku
This line’s for you too
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Circles can ellipse
Squares are diamonds on a tilt
The view’s up to you
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Soon it’s fall, but first back to school, days getting shorter, nights get cool. Then the winter and with it snow, wrapping the world in its glow.
We’ll build forts, make balls to throw. So many things to do in the snow, sledding and skiing, rolling in white. Hoping for more snow every night. Morning’s good news, stay home from class. Fun things to do with time to pass, make a snowman with rocks for eyes, that see’s all in cold winter skies.
We’ll stay in and play or just talk. Then shovel a long path to walk, to the street though nowhere to go. Everything’s closed because of the snow. Crusty piles; high, dirty and gray, wetter and smaller each new day. Snowman’s withered, springs on the way, time to make up for our snow day. Waking one morning, snow’s no more, instead there’s flowers by… |
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Reflections at night
Are disproportionately
Darker than the day
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Two lambs enter mass
The priest yells – “No sheep allowed”
The flock disappears
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A pebble that’s skipped
Is forever forgotten
Boulders turned, never
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Drawing lines.
Building shrines.
Slicing time.
Hiding grime.
Poets paint.
Painters rhyme.
Good guys kill,
for the crime.
Bad guys kill,
for the lust.
Bankers earn,
for the trust.
Numbers lie.
Trust we must.
Letters shade.
Muddles made.
Shades of gray.
Sunless day.
Stormy winds.
Erase our way.
Time will dawn.
New life drawn.
Drawing lines.
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Roses are red with leaf of green
Their thorns prick, barely seen
Beneath all beauty lie the dark
A field of dreams gone with a spark
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Beauty’s a mask of colors we choose
Peel the drape and feel the ooze
Nightmares happen when we snooze
Rainbows lie, violets are blues
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