Morning’s meant for mourning.
Day’s meant for life.
Evening’s time for rest,
ending the days strife.
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Morning is time to ponder.
Day is time to do.
Night’s for reflection,
when no one’s watching you.
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Mornings are the start.
They make the day brand new.
Good or bad, darkness comes,
another chance for moons of blue.
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Running from problems
Requires the same effort
As seeking answers
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The world and I on a different plane
Though destinations are the same
Ticket bought for the morning light
Wasting time till the evening flight
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Runaways, both it and I
Grading shades of clear blue sky
Rocks may roll, some may fly
Most just buried when they die
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Scoops will make forever night
Landing time’s now in sight
Running late, none’s to blame
The world and I on a different plane
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Sck071615
How big is a home
before it’s a palace?
When does a cup
become a chalice?
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Why the gloom
when all is bright?
Where’s the stars
on a stormy night?
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What’s the purpose
of life anyway?
Who’s to question
will know – someday.
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I need a formula to know when best to write.
I write randomly most every day and night.
Rarely is it very good but sometimes it’s all right.
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In search of inspiration everywhere I go.
Some hit in an instant, some never show.
Moods always vary as the poems reflect.
The good and bad, I think are quite easy to detect.
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Sometime when feeling good I’ve nothing good to write.
That ticks me off assuring a terrible night.
But when feeling down writing helps me feel all right.
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Yet the time is spent either way,
though always writing of yesterday.
Where’s the balance, it’s there I’ll go.
So if anybody knows, please let me know.
~*~
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Freedom is not needing a gun!
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Books, like steps, transport
The more that’s read the further
One travels in life
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Can we love something never seen
Can we see a place we’ve never been
Can we hear a voice never spoken
Can we feel a heart never broken
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Do we breathe just to survive
Do we work for what we strive
Do we climb to take the dive
Do we love to be alive
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Can we answer when unaware
Do we question what we share
Can we do all we plan
Do we do all we can
???
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Countless seed, forest floor lay
Few will see the light of day
Seeking the sun, drawn to its glow
While some reach for stars and truly grow
The choices are ours, whither or evolve
For there’s always a bright side when we revolve
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Write poems, make money,
buy time, write novel, get rich,
retire, rest then paint.
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A rose is just a rose
When methodically it’s chose
Yet a rose is so much more
When a surprise left at your door
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A kiss is just a kiss
When given hit or miss
Though a kiss is so much more
When from who you adore
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A life is just a life
When hiding from others strife
But life is so much more
When one finds what life is for
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And death is just death
When we take a final breath
Or a life forever more
When we’ve left an open door
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G’head punk, make my day
Steal this poem as you may
I’ll write another, take that one too
Then I’ll pen prose, making fun of you
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Take from me, indulge your greed
Plagiarism, the affirmation we need
Don’t you worry I’ll rhyme some more
I’ve infinite topics to explore
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But you, my friend, only do one thing
You’re a one note wonder, that can’t even sing
While creators create, both good and bad
A thief’s life will always and only be sad
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If all is blackness
and shear negativity.
Then all is bright white
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I tried to pen a beautiful rhyme
But I cried most every time
I’ve tried to write a love song
But the notes all came out wrong
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I tried to bake a birthday cake
All I got was a burnt mistake
I’ve tried to pick you wild flowers
Till’ the bees rained down like spring showers
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I try to say I love you,
each and everyday
I’ll try again tomorrow,
when the pain’s gone away
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Everyone loves
Haiku, small and poignant too
Let’s all be Haiku
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If two negatives
Times each is positive then-
Hate times hate is love
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His dragon nurtured, best he could
His spoken word not understood
Yet the Prince’s dragon could always tell
When the Prince wasn’t feeling well
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They cared for each other, had no fear
Though most aren’t Princes, dragons rare
We all need something that makes life clear
Words unimportant when souls we share
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Congratulations one and all
No task too big or job too small
Made a movie, made a play
Now’s time for graduation day
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Three years past, mastered the rage
All the world’s now your stage
Share your craft, design, create
Dues were paid – go be great!
~*~
To Hannah & the NYU class of 2015
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Whilst all the young may have youth,
not all the youthful young.
Youth’s not measured by our age,
or the passions we engage.
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It’s not about time at all,
or being big or being small.
It’s not a question of maturity,
rock star travel or annuity.
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It’s the way we feel and perceive,
of life’s fascinations to conceive,
hopes, dreams and wishes to believe,
it’s how we love and how we grieve.
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A youthful heart’s quick to mend,
quick to receive, give and lend.
Wonders abound in youthful eyes,
birds soar higher in bluer skies.
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Yet youth is stolen by the fiendish lie,
That getting older is preparing to die.
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The pallete overflows
Colors no-one knows
A spectrum of hues
Whatever I choose
But the grays get in the way
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Wheels of color roll on the ground
Colors don’t matter if wheels ain’t round
Drawing time from sketchy books
Gradient defines good, shady or crooks
And the grays all have a say
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Canvas pure, time no-more
Palletes bare, nothing to share
Thinking of more, brushes galore
Morning’s bright till dark of night
Yet the grays still paint my day
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People who always
Know where they’re going never
Really quite get there
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Better decisions
are made when we get older,
though often too late.
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