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Sea Ya

A sunny day I hope there be

When my soul returns to sea

A flourish of ash from the bridge I know well

Ancient memories, clear as a bell

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Thrust to the cove of many muddy feet

A world of my own across the street

I’ll mingle with muck then drift with the tide

To the bay, out to sea, spreading far and wide

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Vastly dispersed, forever safe from hell

Eventually to settle with sand, rock and shell

With never a need to shed a tear for me

When tears are unseen in the sea

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One Way Ticket

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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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Forecasting Forever

I can’t predict the weather

But I know when it’s hot

I don’t need a blizzard

To know when it’s not

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I could feel the wind

Rustling through the trees

When you blew out the door

And left my heart to freeze

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Whether or not

There’s a change of mind

The seasons will change

Some are kind

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It always seems sunnier

On the other side

The grass is always greener

With vistas forever wide

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While storms will brew

And come and go

My love preserves

This you can forever know

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Nourishing Tasty Stew

Mix, match traits and trade

This is how a human’s made

Manipulations of our DNA

Plus all of nature has a say

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There are physical traits; one and two

One’s the outer, how others see you

Two are senses it’s how we perceive

Then memory, that’s how we retrieve

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Intelligence gives us reason to reason

Personality is how we share the seasons

Adding old to make new, the trait of creativity

And last, yet most important of course, is our empathy

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Magenta Rose

Magenta Rose and tulips fine

Blossoms bright in the suns morning shine

Now homeward bound over sand and sea

To the dewy petals forever haunting me

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Magenta Rose and two lips fine

If your bed awaits please give me a sign

Darkness blankets all other blank faces

Till numbing gales scatter their traces

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Magenta Rose with two lips fine

I’ve longed to make those two lips mine

Magenta Rose may I help your garden thrive

Where two lips pressed will make our blooms alive

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Twists and Turns

Reviewing the past

observing the present

Thinking of how

the time is bent

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Planning moments

as decades pass

From endless days

to rushing for gas

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Fill the tank

rent some time

Seconds count

for years of crime

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Millennia passed

before the wheel

Now our dreams

are virtually real

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Tomorrows will come

as yesterday’s fade

Compressing our futures

with the bends we’ve made

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Stung by the Firefly

Summer days of long ago

Carefree times we all know

Pollen tickles our little nose

Grass tickles our little toes

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Morning dew make footsteps glisten

The birdies make us stop and listen

Morning knocks on the old screen door

Weekend swims with friends at the shore

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Afternoons spent being lazy

Evening sunsets being crazy

Chasing fireflies into the night

Kept in a jar for a magic nightlight

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Then off to bed to dream of tomorrow

Waking with screams of death and sorrow

My firefly’s magic all died overnight

Now haunted am I by the sting of their light

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Penned Pretend

I’ve written more words than I’ve said

Just to make space in my head

I write of my demons, so they’ll go

Making room for more – I’d rather not know

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Perhaps this is a writers curse

A play never-ending we can’t rehearse

The stage set high, the pit is deep

The curtain falls yet I can’t sleep

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A costumed impostor, naked, pen in hand

Conducting blindly a leaderless band

Actors, black and blue all look the same

Though some quite vicious, most are tame

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On each sheet lay a one-act play

Performing soliloquy day after day

Awaiting intermission – after applause

Make believes effect and cause

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Perceptualist

Purveyors of perception

Is what a poet be

Sifting through the shards of life

That most choose not to see

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Seekers of answers

No one knows for sure

The good days are great

The bad days more

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Our love is dissected

Cutting up the muse

In search of a beating heart

Something we can use

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Dives dismally deep

Doling out despair

Climbs quite climatic

Seemingly without a care

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Our minds are a toy

For building, breaking and play

Scattered pieces everywhere

What will we find today?

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All’s Just

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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