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Doin’

I feel a storm a brewin’
And thoughts, they are a stewin’
Seems procrastination ain’t so great
Time it seems just won’t wait
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Youthful dreamin’ put on hold
Earnin’s first, I’ve been told
While the future does still beckon
It’s path though I’ve yet to reckon
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But my guitar needs a playin’
And my hips need a swayin’
My pencil needs more dancin’
And of course there’s more romancin’
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So much to do, so little time left to waste
Ponderin’s ahead, no need for haste
I am after all a master procrastinator
So I’ll get old, but just a little bit later

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Musical Airs

Melodies meld, moments mellowed.
Minnie lulls with many an ode.
Chaka puts me in a loving mode.
Many a sun’s risen on Abbey Road.

Zeppelin gets me high.
Hendrix makes me sigh.
Often pondered is The Great Gig in the Sky.
And for Adele I sometime cry.

Infinite sounds fill our head.
Let’s not forget The Grateful Dead.
Life’s music with or without words said.
Yet none more harmonious than whispers in bed.

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Just Wood

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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Wows

With these strings, I thee bled,
fingers raw and eyes red.
Sounds of the day fill my head.
Emotion speaks with words unsaid.
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With six strings I am fed.
Good vibration is my med.
Tension’s tuned and compression shed.
Harmony pledged. To honor bred.
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With my strings I have wed.
Our ties bound by common thread.
Sweet melodies or what’s instead?
I’ll have and hold till I’m dead.

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Heartache, Headache, Backache and Optimism

I need to write something to cheer me up,
maybe a fairy tale, a trip or new pup.
But no love stories, not any more.
I failed at that before.
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Now something brighter, no emotion at all.
I won’t have to see it if I write really small.
Perhaps of worlds unknown, can’t be wrong,
something airy and mellow maybe a song.
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I’ll write of the stars and space beyond,
or of rippled reflections of ducks on a pond.
Or I won’t write at all, I’ll learn the fiddle!
Nah, I’m just kidding and cheered up a little.

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Adds Up

The more we’re together the less the world’s a part.
Our passion’s indulged with music, poetry and art.
In a time of violence and of greed,
the love of each other’s all we need.
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With arms meant to reach and to hold,
the wonder of love’s boldly told.
Lives intertwined becoming one,
endless adventures have begun.
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With zest, zeal and sex appeal;
smiles always shared, always real.
Equal devotion adding to the feel,
all’s mutually beneficial, the deal ideal

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Timely

While searching for time I lost my mind.
With days to pass I’ve seconds to find.
A second helping or a second chance,
my heart’s ticking my feet yell dance.
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Nature’s music fills my ears.
A show of hands notes the years.
A watch found strikes back at me.
Its shattered face says nothing’s free.
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Beneath this glass all is well.
Time moves on and yet still I dwell.
Alarm bells ringing, my hour’s been found.
Wind me up, I’m timely bound.

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Morning Triku II

My Love

A look, touch – A kiss

Hands, bodies – Tactile bliss

Love – Nothing’s amiss

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My Friend

Heart strings stroked feel heat

Neck caressed long and sweet

Rhythm head to feet

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Begin’d

How humans learned

They died for knowledge yearned

Trial and error’d

 

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Saturday Morning Toons

A quiet calm’s befallen,
the morning sky’s blue.
A bit of a chill’s in the air,
life feels brand new.
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Music fills my head,
my body starts to sway.
Tribulation’s now are past,
the future starts today.
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The groove’s now returning,
today’s looking bright.
Every step becomes a dance,
toe to toe all night.
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Tomorrow is another day,
yet to be a song.
But with love most duly noted,
the laughter will be strong.

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If 2 Be

If to live a life of fantasy,
immortality bound and trouble free.
Never to be a wannabe,
desires fulfilled by decree.
What would they be, Oh what would they be?
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To be an explorer on the open sea,
nature bound and living free,
the entire world I would see.
I’d fulfill life’s destiny.
Where would it be, where would it be?
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An artist perhaps, filling the world with glee,
history bound and creating free,
painting for all a new reality.
Or I’ll write a song with perfect harmony.
How will it be, how will it be?
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Maybe a billionaire on a shopping spree,
luxury bound and spending free,
rolling about with bling and scree.
Or I’d give it all away to charity.
What would it be, what would it be?
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A philosopher would be great, solving life’s mystery,
intellectually bound and thinking free,
cleaning up mankind’s debris.
And debate all who disagree.
When will it be, when will it be?
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But I’m not, I’m just me,
homeward bound and mostly free,
curious of complexity.
Loving and loved I guarantee.
Who could it be, who could it be, it’s you and me!

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Music to My Ears

Lulled by music without a sound,
sleep arises when feet leave the ground.
The high notes soar, the low notes pound,
harmony’s felt all around.
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Eyes closed with visions bright,
darkness consumes, and we call it night.
Stars shine with guiding light,
our sun awakens a new day’s sight.
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Hidden worlds then unseen,
reality just time between.
There’s months of white and of green,
pastel shades fill the scene.
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Ghosts of the past by our side,
together we travel far and wide.
Upon their wings, how high we glide,
melody’s echo like a changing tide.
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Life is lived never alone,
spirits follow on their own.
Reminding us what to atone,
joining then when we’re grown.
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Death’s a part of paying dues,
we only cry when we lose.
The future is for us to choose,
we’re still singing, singing the blues.

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She’s too Nice to Play

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I’ve waited for this moment

My whole short life long

I think about her everyday

And now to write her song

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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She’s a curly long neck blonde

And her moans so ever sweet

When I hold her in my arms

She knocks me off my feet

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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I saved up all my money

I ain’t been eatin’ right

But when I cash this paycheck

I’ll be takin her home tonight

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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I’ve been eye’n her now for years

And she’s waited just for me

Soon we’ll slip up the backstairs

So nobody else will see

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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I unwrapped her very slowly

My heart picked up a beat

Now with her curves in my hands

My life now feels complete

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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I wrap my arms around her

I hold her real tight

When I feel her around my neck

It makes me feel just right

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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She tempts me oh so very much

While she sits close and still

To have her rest upon my knee

She gives me the biggest thrill

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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Though rarely is she picked-up

She never lets me down

She always leaves me breathless

I think I’m gonna drown

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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Now swaddled in golden satin

She does forever lay

Her beauty I’m unworthy

Cos she’s just too nice to play

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I want her any way

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Oh she’s my pretty baby

But she’s too nice to play

I know she’ll never love me

But I love her any way

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Swing Band

While riding today on my swing,
I heard a song and started to sing.
It’s an outside song, inside not heard,
beetles clicking with a chirping bird.
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In the wood wind blows through the trees.
Back-up came from the buzzing bees.
Keeping the beat atop a log,
bass was played by a croaking frog.
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My little dog barked but not too loud.
My kitty cat danced and meowed.
It’s nature’s band and I will sing,
soaring high on my backyard swing.


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Morning Triku #65 – Beauty

 

Artful Sight

Colors the world bright

Sunrise, sunset, dark of night

Paint box filled with light

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Night Rhythms

Notes strewn, candles fade

Laughter ebbs, whispers consume

Heartbeats set the tone

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Fine Line

Lustful sheets beckon

Bodies tingle, lips moisten

Blood boils – time to write!

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