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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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With a poem to view and flowers to smell,
candies to nibble and jokes to tell,
I’m ready for this Valentine’s Day,
when love is shared the old fashioned way.
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I’ll wake her gently with a kiss on the cheek.
Then sneak one more before she can speak.
I’ll say good morning, happy Valentine’s Day!
We’ll snuggle awhile then up and away.
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We’ll sip our coffee and enjoy the blooms.
And then when we’re done the kissing resumes.
I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful day.
Why would it be any other way?
~*~
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DonateDonate monthlyDonate yearlyIn the morning cool the mind is clear.
Thoughts are pure and free to share.
Daily troubles still faraway,
evening memories I wish to stay.
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Solace is found in the arms of another.
The world’s problems no longer smother.
Gentle kisses give way to sleep.
Evening memories I’ll surely keep.
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The sun will rise and then to set.
Work consumes, but no regret.
The moon will shine on a love that’s mine.
Evening memories, forever fine.
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Rebirth
Leaves turn – time to go
Slowly green morphs to yellow
A new tomorrow
Learning
Seasons come and go
Thanks for the wonderful show
Something new to know
The End
I hear the truck roar
Destruction’s outside my door
But trash is no more
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Every Sunday me and my Pop
Take a walk to the old sundries shop
Winter’s in boots and summer flip-flops
Anytime to the Cherry on Top
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It’s not just a store, it’s so much more
A magic box filled with sundries galore
It’s everyone’s first and their last stop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Welcoming doors always polished bright
Welcoming all to their sundries delight
Every week is a brand new crop
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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A place with things too many to list
Lipsticks for lips that want to be kissed
There are bouncing balls and bats that bop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Combs and brushes for hair and teeth
Halloween treats and Holiday wreaths
Baskets for bunnies with ears that flop
Any time at the Cherry on Top
*
Row after row of this’s and that’s
There are racks for jackets, hooks for hats
Handles for brooms and buckets for mops
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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There’s cases packed with trinkets so bright
Batteries stacked for flashlights at night
They’ve got cards to send and cards to swap
Any time at the Cherry on Top
*
Way at the back, there’s medicines there
Carefully mixed by people who care
They carefully measure, count and chop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Then the place – my favorite of all
It’s the lunch-counter, where I sit tall
Serving pie with whipped cream and gumdrops
Any time at the Cherry on Top
*
They’ve cakes, cookies, turkey and roasts
My dad always gets; juice, eggs and toast
Sunday’s best at the old sundries Shoppe
I get my sunday, cherry on top
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The End
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Day
Red ball rising bright
Children play, escape the night
Natures’ toy of light
Flight
Birds high in the sky
Love to see them soaring by
I wish I could fly
Sneeze
Words infect us all
Shared unintended in breath
Haiku – gesundheit
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Day‘s Anew
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Minds still, souls at rest
Hearts beat quiet in our chests
Sharing life, dawns best
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Timeless
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The sun doesn’t set
Until the moon and the stars
Twinkle in your eyes
~
To Is
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To love is to share
Good, bad, laughter and a tear
Soulfully aware
~*~
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I think my pencil’s broken,
nothing’s coming out.
I’ve tried lots of paper,
now I’m feeling doubt.
~
Could it be a dream,
the writing that I’ve done?
Or perhaps a nightmare,
this time I’ve spent as one.
~
I wake up every morning,
before the sun will rise.
My chair awaits its ass,
glasses await their eyes.
~
Coffee I will slurp,
watching hours burn.
If I were a younger man,
it’d be of less concern.
~
Time is not to waste,
though I shouldn’t squawk.
My pencils served me well,
though I may try chalk.
~
I know I need my fix,
words do the trick.
Perhaps I’m not a poet,
just really, really sick.
~*~
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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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Headlights –
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Optimism is:
Writing an end to darkness
When there’s no bright side
*
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Un-Free Times –
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When do poets sell?
When all my time’s spent writing
Or thinking I can’t
*
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Scientific Optimism –
.
Nature’s law shared in
Physics and psychology
Is that all things bounce
~*~
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Daylight Savings
Daylight saved for whom?
Sunlight gone when needed most
Autumn afternoon
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Morning
Milk slime on coffee chilled
Cloudy air thick – Ashtray’s filled
Frozen words – Time killed
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Itch
Pain and Desire
The itch when scratched itches more
Only time relieves
*
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I think I had a hapiphany,
an epiphany of living happily.
It’s the manifestation of all things good.
And living the life I know we should.
~
Surrounded by loved ones and good friends,
my face hurts a little cos the smiling never ends.
I wake each morning eager to rise,
I watch light fill the starry night skies.
~
But with the good comes the bad,
I read the news and feel real sad.
So I write of love, joy and bliss.
Then I run upstairs for the day’s first kiss.
~
While my angel slumbers peacefully,
I rearrange animals to make room for me.
Then I slip back in bed with never a peep.
I’ll kiss her shoulder till the end of her sleep.
~
“Good morning, I love you” are the first words she’ll hear.
She’ll then pull me closer with warmth to share.
She’ll open her eyes and “I love you” returned.
And a great day has started from all that I’ve learned.
~*~
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I’ve got nothing to say,
but that’s OK,
maybe again tomorrow.
~
I’ve no new ideas,
observations or fears,
no places I plan to go.
~
I’ve got coffee to drink,
a place to think,
but my thoughts a definite no-show.
~
So I’ll sit and just wait,
it’s never too late,
something will come I know.
~
With the sun now bright,
I see the light,
words now starting to flow.
~
My poem’s now done,
it’s silly but fun,
my face’s now all aglow.
~
So good morning to you,
and whatever you do,
do it with vigor and gusto.
~*~
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Just a few words to start the day,
I started late so I’ve not much to say.
The sun’s rising later and my clock’s askew.
I got up too early but there was nothing to do.
~
So I went back to bed to feel some heat.
I used my cold toes to tickle her feet.
She woke with a shriek from a deep sleep.
She kissed me anyway even though I’m a creep.
~
Our day’s now begun and started with fun.
Although it’s a bit late it’s not yet one.
Now we’ll share our coffee and plan our day.
What happens next I cannot say.
~*~
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Another blank page looks back at me.
Dreams now sleep and the sun’s to see.
My love slumbers a flight away.
When she rises I’ll start my day.
~
I long to see her glowing smile,
I smile back and stare awhile.
A kiss is next and our day’s begun,
our mornings together always fun.
~
We sip our coffee and chat a bit.
Work is looming but little’s writ.
Minds now settled and thought’s clear.
Then the page fills with love we share.
~*~
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Imagine that, I’ve nothing to write.
I got up early and stayed up all night.
So I’ll make something up, if that’s OK.
I’ll probably live it some other day.
~
It could be happy or it could be sad.
It could be of some old adventure had.
I’m sure there’ll be others and why not.
Though most quite small, I’ve had a lot.
~
Perhaps a poet imagined that lives on a hill.
They’ll watch the sunrise and do what they will.
That might be good for a poem or two,
or maybe a love sonnet, maybe a few.
~
With these pages hands turned with time,
each face a story, each await their rhyme.
Each chapter has its title, the next to depend.
Tho thy tome grows heavy, I wish it no end.
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I’ll imagine a tomorrow when something’s to write.
I’ll get up early and stay up all night.
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I lay awake throughout the night,
ponder do I of what to write.
The morning comes and again I rise.
The page sits blank before my eyes.
~
My head’s foggy the skies clear,
air’s cool and autumn’s near.
My love slumbers, her heat I feel.
My heart warms to what’s now real.
~
A morning ritual loved so much;
I kiss her forehead with a gentle touch.
Hours to pass for her to rise,
a poem awaits her sleepy eyes.
~
Smiles and kisses we then share.
Our need for each other we’re much aware.
My mind now settled and troubles cease.
Another day’s begun with love, joy and peace.
~*~
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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.
.
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.
.
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.
.
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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Time to wake,
let dreams begin.
The sky’s blue,
our joy’s within.
The morning’s warm,
heads are cool.
Heart’s on fire,
hard to fool.
Eye’s to open,
lips to touch.
Body’s to whisper,
say so much.
Souls at peace,
love we win.
Time to wake,
our dreams begin.
~*~
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My machine is broken on this cold winter’s day.
I woke up early but I’ve nothing to say.
My pad looks lonely with no words on it yet.
So I looked out the window for inspiration to get.
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But the sky is gray and the snow is brown.
And the hour’s too early for any action in town.
The birds are still nested and the squirrels asleep.
The cats are about but not making a peep.
~
My world is quiet, silence is heard.
My vision is clear but my thoughts are blurred.
So I look at the news, but nothing’s good there.
So alone I sit on my old kitchen chair.
~
Something will come, it usually does,
I don’t know the reason so I say it’s because.
Because, because is the answer we give when we’ve none,
so that’s all for now because I’m done.
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The day was young and the coffee’s old.
The season’s new and the outside’s cold.
The inside’s warm so in I’ll stay.
I’m not feeling well this chilly day.
~
I brewed some more and drink it all.
Saving none then duty did call.
Then back to bed, or at least I thought.
I forgot what excess has often taught.
~
I tossed and turned for a little too long.
Then to the bathroom, but nothing’s wrong.
I needed a tissue for a sneeze I felt coming.
Proven right the sensation was numbing.
~
My plans now nixed, the sniffles persisted.
Medicine taken, their side-effects listed.
I’ve started to doze and none too soon.
Please wake me up before the spring moon.
~*~
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Victorious star the moons plight
Peaking from the blanket of night
Blank sheets warmly beckon askew
Water boils, beans grind, minds brew
Sheets fill blank to dark with light
*
Air surrounds all with bright
Life returns to deadened street
Sound returns to lively feet
Sun awakens to night’s sleep
Darkness shallow, day is deep
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