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Heads heat and hearts cool.
Hands fly, lips hurt the eyes see.
Legs run to be free.
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Heads heat and hearts cool.
Hands fly, lips hurt the eyes see.
Legs run to be free.
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I went to an umbrella factory.
I’m glad it didn’t pour.
They don’t make umbrellas there,
at least not anymore.
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There were a few gift shops,
some chickens and an emu.
The restaurant was closed,
there wasn’t much left to do.
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But I saw my little Ena.
We had a really nice time.
We said our long goodbyes.
Then home to write today’s rhyme.
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Day two’s now well underway,
I’ve nothing to write, nothing to say.
But I’m happy and that’s always OK,
couldn’t ask for a prettier day.
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So I’ll just ponder, won’t read the news,
I’d rather be dull than shine with the blues.
It’s time to reflect on all of life’s hues.
It’s time to relax, I’ve paid my dues.
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But I’ll do something, which goes without saying,
I am getting older, my hair now graying.
I’ve a world to inspire, no time for delaying,
just not today, after all I’m vay-kay-ing.
~*~
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With gyroscopic forces at play
Gears, levers and pulleys all have a say
I wouldn’t want it any other way
When riding my bike down to the bay
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Eggs fall
Nature’s call
Larva fed
Caterpillars Crawl
Chrysalis shed
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Night’s dead
Days light
Winged flight
Body fuels
Future’s bright
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Rainbow jewels
Seeds tools
Journeys flew
Life freed
Rebirth anew
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A quiet walk on a lonely beach
The world surrounds, we’re out of reach
Chill and fog, a gusty breeze
Mist masking forever seas
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Face’s seen with shuttered eyes
Beaming sunshine in the darkest of skies
Solitude’s shared as together when apart
Love never ends when each day a new start
~*~
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The best thing about
cold and stormy winter nights
is snuggling with you
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Warm up for the bout
Sweaters at the ready and
winter boots dug out
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Sailed the seas on a pirate ship
Skied mountains, almost broke my hip
Boxed the champ, he bit his lip
A chocolate cow found, took a sip
.
Touched the clouds from my balloon
Wrestled a bear and a baboon
I flew in a rocket to the moon
Then got hungry, be back soon
.
Dove to the bottom of oceans deep
Then up in a plane, took a leap
While floating down went back to sleep
My dreams are fun, no need to weep
.
Opened eyes, wiped sleep from brow
Looked all around but saw no cow
I know it’s time to wake up now
I’ll dream again, someway, somehow
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With the first bird’s tweet before sunrise,
an eager young fairy opened her eyes.
Impatient she was to explore a new day,
to discover new things, have fun and play.
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Silently venturing from the hollow of her tree,
she took the leap to be fluttering free.
She soared through the dark above the treetops,
seeing first the sun shine on morning bunny hops.
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Reaching new heights she dove for the green.
There twists and turns through branch barely seen.
She then came to a stop with forest floor near,
where she sat on a twig spying something unclear.
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The rays of dawn peaked betwixt shadowed leaf.
A lone beam shone on a nest, wove beyond belief.
‘Twas silken hung with shimmers and wiggles.
Soon out pops a butterfly to bright eyes and giggles.
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The pair swiftly flew off, with each a new friend.
Their flight of fancy they hoped without end.
The forest was waking from the dark of night.
Ferns were unfurling to welcome the light.
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Morning blossoms’ blooming’s a colorful treat.
Dew drop reflections fragrantly sweet.
The bumble bee’s buzz in search they roam.
Lady bugs lingering wished to be home.
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Crickets stopped chirping, they’re done for the day.
The squirrels and chipmunks have come out to play.
Frolicking freely time quickly passed by.
Their world growing smaller the higher they fly.
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Sensing the danger circling above,
the butterfly thought a game the fairy would love.
For his instinct foretold both could be caught.
All else he knew his new friend had taught.
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He said “wait down below, I’ll hide and you seek”.
“But count to a thousand before you peek.”
The adventurous fairy dove quick for the wood.
The brave butterfly flew higher than he should.
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Counting’s completed, now’s time to discover.
She opened her eyes while humming birds hover.
She asked of them if a butterfly was seen,
one with big wings of red, yellow and green.
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The little birds knew not of his hiding place.
Sadness now shaded the young fairy’s face.
She searched high and low, both left and right.
Her sight’s now shrinking in falling sunlight.
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Shadows grow longer with the moon’s turn to rise
A blanket of stars soon covered sleepy eyes.
A quiet night passing, she dreamt of her tree.
And the nightmare had, unprepared to be free.
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Awakening again to a song she knew well.
Birds summon the sun as the pale moon fell.
The fairy sat patient on a stump by a stream.
Butterfly! Oh butterfly she did loudly scream.
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The butterfly didn’t hear her mournful cry,
though the echo heard through valley and sky.
Her parents welcomed their lost child’s voice.
Soon by her side they all did rejoice.
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The young fairy’s joy soon returned to tears.
She spoke of the butterfly and of her fears.
Her parents assured her he had lost his way.
But he’d surely return somehow, someday.
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The family raced back to their cozy little home.
A place shared with others in an old honey comb.
The fairy now happily awaits her old friends return.
And keeping friends close is what she did learn.
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Roses born of prose
Lasting blooms, barbs wound and woo
Hues bright, rarely blue
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Shadows haze, gaze missed.
A day true ends nights un-kissed.
Shine bright, embrace twist.
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I try to forget
deja’ vu so it doesn’t
bother me again
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Life’s perspective is
our palette to draw from when
all points lead away
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A life spent boosting
Of one’s common sense is a
Life commonly spent
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The brightest sunrise
often occurs after the
longest darkest night
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Living the dream’s a
nightmare when always worried
about waking up .
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April’s in with a wash, May’s out with a bloom.
June’s always good, July ends too soon.
August is hot, a time for the beach.
September’s when summer’s furthest from reach.
October refreshes with crispness and hue.
November we’re thanked for so much to do.
December’s for holidays when winter’s still bright.
January is mostly a long frozen night.
February’s short yet seems without end,
it’s the month of love and a shadowy friend.
Then time for the lion to come marching in –
for a spring outing with lambs and a grin.
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Shadows will follow
or lead, depending on your
choice of direction
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The forest a muse
Trade green for the blues
Discover its clues
And feel nature’s views
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The forest a muse
Sensation’s to choose
There’s many to use
And nothing to lose
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The forest a muse
Sense the world’s cues
Write to amuse
And share the good news
~*~
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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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Lustful sheets beckon
Bodies tingle, lips moisten
Blood boils – time to write!
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To all the writers never known
To the few from which we’ve grown
From their words the future’s sown
Rearranged to call our own
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To all of those that do it now
From palette pure to graven brow
Investing all we dare allow
Divesting that we can’t avow
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Time records in poem and prose
Imagined journeys no one knows
From euphoric highs to deadly lows
The tide of emotion forever flows
~
Looking back at history
Or hypothesizing infinity
Sensations felt we can’t see
Ink bled sets us free
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Where to start, that depends
Our time alone shared with friends
Yet all stories must have ends
Well submerged is where life blends
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Write the dark to see the light
Time always wins the fight
And when you lay awake tonight
Rest assured our future’s bright
~*~
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