Where bumble bees sing to morning blooms,
sunshine fills sleepy rooms.
Little birds chirp to ring in the day.
The town folk thrive and children play.
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Evening’s all spent cozy and warm;
everyone huddles at word of a storm.
With a common goal of tranquility,
their smiles all share the harmony.
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Freedom reigns and peace assured,
caring for all, we’re all adored.
And though this place is yet to be found,
in dreams we meet when feet leave the ground.
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Shades of each
Defining hues
More brilliants and bright
Less grades of blue
Colors don’t select
Blood red’s the same
Rainbows bend
The rain’s not to blame
Spirits soar
Uncertainty assured
Blindness envisioned
Deafness cured
Heartbeats heard
Soul’s felt
Imagination’s win
Hands dealt.
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When values are charismatic
and thought becomes plutocratic,
participation is devoid.
Then hardship is systematic.
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When this world seems dramatic
and our head’s full of static,
anger’s then employed.
And hate becomes pragmatic.
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When life, it seems erratic
and joy becomes sporadic,
worry fills the void.
Then the gloom is traumatic.
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When time itself is problematic
and the future’s enigmatic,
trust is then destroyed.
And solitude becomes symptomatic.
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But when we are diplomatic
and compassion’s automatic,
violence we avoid.
Then love is democratic.
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I woke up early and the sky was gray.
The world’s in turmoil yet I’ve little to say.
But the birds are happy in the mulberry tree.
I can hear them laughing, maybe at me.
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They see our world from high above,
whether gull, robin or mourning dove.
Their time alive is soaring free,
while looking down on you and me.
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For if to fly like a bird,
we’d then flock but never herd.
We’d hatch into a nest well made,
free of worry cos no rent’s paid.
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Just think of the places we could go.
We could fly south before the snow.
We could eat berries, bugs and worms,
pretty much anything that wiggles or squirms.
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There’d be no alarms or jobs we hate.
We could fly to the stars our very first date.
Then glide back down to a favorite tree.
There we’d rest harmoniously.
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But we’re not birds and that’s a shame.
Our lives are grounded and mostly tame.
But if to wish on this day that’s gray,
I’d poop on those who stand in the way.
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So maybe my wish is not about birds.
It’s about people I think are turds,
those who’ve prevented a world of peace,
for you and me and a gaggle of geese.
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Memorial Day’s a solemn day,
we honor lives who’ve slipped away.
On distant soil they did roam,
defending our country and our home.
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A salute to those wrapped in glory,
a salute to those who told their story.
Thanks to all that proudly served.
This day of memorial is much deserved.
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Perhaps in the future wars won’t exist.
Peace can be found if we persist.
Today may hold tomorrow’s key.
But it’s our past that has made us free.
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Battles lost and battles won,
we can never forget the good they’ve done.
They sacrificed all so that we may thrive.
And in our memories they will forever survive.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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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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I have a plan to save mankind.
I’ve just a few things left to find.
First is a place we all can hide.
It’ll need big windows to feel outside.
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Next is food, but we can’t be too picky,
just nothing too spicy, gooey or sticky.
There’s coffee, for sure with sugar and cream,
then a really big bed for all to dream.
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We’ll need some music so bring guitars.
Smoking’s optional but no cigars.
There’s no heavy drinking or hard drugs.
No need for violence or unruly thugs.
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There will be no jail or a court.
So bring no weapons of any sort.
We’ll all need to promise to get along.
It sounds pretty easy, what can go wrong.
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You’ll never find a happier place.
It’ll fill up fast so reserve your space.
Now one last thing before I take leave;
it’s best not come if you can’t believe.
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The day was long, the night short.
Arms embrace for support.
Work was taxing and taxes due.
Trinkets bought but just a few.
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Pillows help soften the blow.
Blankets warm from head to toe.
Legs intertwined and bodies askew,
it’s fun to try something new.
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Perspectives change in new light,
loving eyes improve our sight.
Peaceful slumber finds its way,
the perfect end to an imperfect day.
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Hello world, how do you do?
I’ve got a little something to share with you.
The sun has risen and the day is new.
But what comes next I’ve not a clue.
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I’m sure you’re feeling much the same,
though to be confused there is no shame.
Mistakes get made, we share the blame.
Wouldn’t it be nice if life were tame?
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Imagine the place this world could be,
if all could live both safe and free.
Think of the wonders we’d all see.
See you tomorrow, that’s it for me.
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Peace is free but war is not.
Values burn and soon forgot.
Life’s the goal or so is told.
But talk’s cheap and death is gold.
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Peace is free, fingers crossed.
Once caught worries tossed.
Savings saved and tucked away.
But safety ensured by others sway.
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Peace is free so why not?
Prides delusion never forgot.
Hands of few guide the masses.
Feet of all climb the classes.
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Peace is free, what’s the cost.
Friends made and pennies lost.
Keys are many, eyes in the slot.
Peace is free but we forgot.
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Change is in the air,
it’s felt on the breeze.
The clock quickly ticking,
the wind-up’s been a tease.
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The future is before us,
experiences behind.
Knowledge fills our heads,
yet we’re truly blind.
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We’ve hopes for better days,
dreaming of peace and love.
While fearing the unknown,
we seek to rise above.
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Yesterday’s now gone,
premonition’s premature.
Tomorrows manifest,
yet only now’s for sure.
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Consistency comforts,
surprises feel strange.
Seconds are our choices,
yet only time will change
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The harder one works the easier it gets.
The grosser it is the more one nets.
The less you gamble the safer the bets.
Jackpots may allude but so will regrets.
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All that glitters not gold, like sunsets.
The more thought is less the debts.
The higher the notes the wider one frets.
The more down the more upsets.
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The more learned the less one forgets.
The more tolerance is less threats.
Climbs less long the more one jets.
Couples always pair but never sets.
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The more the better never abets.
The more lost the more one sweats.
Appetites appeased the more one wets.
The more prepared is the less not yets.
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If all could love all, we’d all be pets.
And if all loved forever, we’d all be vets.
From the onset there’s no a preset or resets.
There’s only mindsets and begets.
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After all, the world is just half duets.
So let’s all play well together, yes lets.
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Weathering Heights
With beauty comes love.
With nature comes peace of mind.
Both come change with force.
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Guess Good
Heaven or hell is.
It’s the instant before death.
Pre and post a guess.
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No End
Running on empty,
writing talk of walk the walk,
while crawling on full.
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We work by day and dream at night.
In between we live and fight.
We fight for peace and for love.
We fight to live, we push and shove.
Sometimes we give, sometime we break.
We sometime take more than we make.
We fight for much and for less.
We fight for time to fight off stress.
We’ve fought for us and for them.
We fought for merit and to condemn.
We fight the ills that lurk within.
We fight our demons so we may win.
Yet battles won are never done.
And battles lost are never one.
But still we fight until at last we die.
We’ll fight for breath to at last ask why.
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Perspective’s the Point
Renaissance people
love and share to forever grow,
rebirth’s far too slow.
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Ills to Frills
Hate kills and love thrills.
Words will chill with fiery quills.
Never still pays bills.
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YOU’RE FIRED!
Hatred in the heart
cedes peace to heat in the head,
when one dies, two dead.
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Living on dreams,
isn’t all that it seems.
Mornings come eventually.
Eyes thrust wide,
there’s nowhere to hide.
You are for the world to see.
Before the next rest,
make love your quest.
Then be what you want to be.
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The penguin stands black and white.
Half a life cloaked in the night.
Creation birth’s little doubt.
A tomb within is a tomb without.
Words silence words shout.
Stature made high, real’s stout.
A planet only revolves.
Mother’s nature evolves.
Evil kills, the good resolve.
Time tells if poles dissolve.
Darkness begins when a day’s done.
The future’s bright or there is none.
Half our lives warmed by a sun.
Twice the heat when two is one.
Icy feet wish for flight.
Penguins stand, black and white
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Thank You Barbara for your inspiration!
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Children see a world through eyes that are our own
Blinded to other views until their eyes have grown
Knowledge then divides when education is on loan
Cooperation’s needed to set a civil tone
Problems fester when we all moan and groan
Productive solutions are forever unknown
Fearing that someone will cast the first stone
Waiting for others to throw the first bone
Passing on peace or a big steaming cone
Time’s now for grown-ups to show they’ve grown
Let’s save this place we all see as our own
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Some hearts warm, some cold,
yet all share a bloody thirst.
Circulating both love and hate,
who’s to shout or shoot first?
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This darkness of man held in a hand,
yet the voice has never killed.
Though orders cried for more to die,
by others brave and skilled.
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Organs strewn and heads hewn,
the victors’ lust begins.
Checks cashed then all gets smashed,
the big brass always wins
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Mothers cry and babies die,
someone wins a pin.
The degree to which this hell’s risen,
is all an unforgiveable sin.
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Some hearts warm and some are cold,
why can’t we try to neutralize?
Let’s build on our commonality,
returning joy to our children’s eyes.
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A world imagined
Of peace, love and harmony
It’s you, who and me
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If there was to be
A one syllable haiku
It would be just peace
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