Love is; the poem too long to write.
A canvas painted in light,
blending all the colors white.
The song too high to sing.
Timeless symbology of token ring,
endless joy two will bring.
A tug of war, win less win more.
Always warm beyond the door,
in sickness there’s no better cure.
Too follow and be pursued.
Feeling comfy in the nude.
Subtle glances never misconstrued.
Sheets full – to be continued…
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Time for time-out it’ll end soon.
Dug in the yard with mom’s good spoon.
She’s had it since her wedding day.
Used just for holidays, not play.
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I said that it was shaped just right,
to dig a trench where armies can fight.
Needs to be deep but not too wide.
Had to dig fast so they can hide.
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Buried far down just like a tomb.
Guarding treasure found in your room.
Found in a box high on a chest.
It’s the booty pirates like best.
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I must protect those shiny things:
chains, charms, bracelets, baubles and rings.
Hid them good, remembered the map.
But then forgot after my nap.
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To help me dig I found a pet.
The best digger there is I’ll bet.
Finished our yard then went next door.
Found nothing, ran off to dig more.
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Chased our cat high up in the tree.
Grandma called the police for me.
Her nurse had to help make the call.
The police came, that isn’t all.
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While chasing his dog that I found,
the man fell from holes in the ground.
He said he’ll sue, just wait and see.
I said it was his dog, not me.
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His face was red, limping away.
But grandma’s heart will be okay.
And I have some more good news.
While digging today, I wore no shoes.
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They’re nice and clean and tucked away.
I’ll try no pants some other day.
Though mess was made with my bare feet,
I cleaned it up with hose and sheet.
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Pushed all the water out the door.
Then to your room, I cleaned some more.
Too bad the hose didn’t quite reach.
I luckily then found the bleach.
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You’ll smile when you turn on the light.
I know you like things clean and white,
with spots of color here and there.
You’ll surely hug your little dear.
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I’m glad you’re home early today.
Don’t believe what the neighbors say.
The rescue came, Dad’s all right.
Not much pain, he’ll wake by tonight.
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Go to the doctor, I’ll just wait.
I’ll be good and won’t stay up late.
I missed lunch; I’ll make us a snack.
Fix the chair dad broke with his back.
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He climbed too high to find his keys,
lost his balance from wobbly knees.
I found some socks to wrap dad’s head.
Then found soldiers under my bed.
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Recalled the mission to be done.
Ran downstairs to start the fun.
Found no spoons not already bent.
But then found yours and out I went.
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And that’s where my story began.
Now come sit close mom, hold my hand.
I know that time-outs hurt you too.
But when it’s done I’ll still love you.
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The End
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I want to be a jingle writer, write jingles every day.
I want to be a jingle writer, jingles all the way.
I want to be a jingle writer ‘cos there’s bills to pay.
I want to be a jingle writer, not much more too say.
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I want to be a jingle writer and work from my backyard.
I want to be a jingle writer, poets work too hard.
I want to be a jingle writer, don’t understand avant-garde.
I want to be a jingle writer, no need to be a bard.
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I want to be a jingle writer and put my tools to use.
I want to be a jingle writer, write short and loose.
I want to be a jingle writer; I’ll be no Dr. Seuss.
I want to be a jingle writer until I’m cut from the noose.
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The End
Tomorrow’s to be the best day.
A day of sunshine, swim and play.
Must get to sleep, morning is near.
We’ll wake early, much to prepare.
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Eat breakfast, find my pail and rake.
Great big castles of sand we’ll make.
Pack cooler with lunch, bring a hat.
Bags for towels and this and that.
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Morning has come, wide open eyes.
Hoping for those clear blue skies.
It must be early, sky’s still gray.
Maybe I woke on the wrong day.
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Waited all winter, now’s in reach,
sunny day of fun at the beach.
Went back to bed, nothing to do.
Closed my eyes then the sun shined through.
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Jumped out of bed, day’s second chance.
Brush my teeth and put on short pants.
Ran downstairs for breakfast and more,
a surprise friend waits at my door.
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We all got packed into the car.
Hoping the drive won’t be too far.
Wheels turn, were almost there.
Windows open, I smell the sea air.
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Pull in the lot, our fun begins.
Unpack the car, pull out the bins.
We carry the bags, two for each.
Umbrellas up, blanket on beach.
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Cooler wheels stuck in the sand.
Dad asked me to lend him a hand.
We’re all set up, time to explore.
There’s much to do at the seashore.
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We hurry down to take our dips.
First toes then knees, up to hips.
The water’s cold, we jumped back out.
To thick towels we run and shout.
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My fingers wrinkle, lips turn blue.
The sunshine’s warming me and you.
Sand’s sticking to my wet swimsuit.
Mom gets lunch; sandwich, drink and fruit.
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Our feast is done, time to play ball.
Huffing and puffing, shared by all.
We blew it up then threw it high.
Caught by the wind, kept by the sky.
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Grab our shovels, pile the sand.
Moats and towers, kings of this land.
Then waves came in with a crash.
Hours to build, gone in a splash.
Now we’ll find some big new sea shells.
Some are flat some shaped like bells.
Some you hear the sea in your ear.
Some will have things living in there.
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Sifting for treasure in the sands.
Time slipping through our small wet hands.
We keep the best in a small sack.
To be explored when we get back.
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Now let’s try the water again.
First you go then I’ll jump right in.
Dive and swim, watch seaweed float by.
Then the sun sank low in the sky.
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We all go home, skin pink, eyes red.
Take a cool bath then off to bed.
Going to sleep dreaming of more,
a day at the beach is best – I’ m sure!
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The End
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There’ll be no daily sonnet today.
Thought has wandered and gone astray.
Nimble quill won’t dance on parchment bare,
seducing lonely on table near.
The well is dry from which I must drink.
Chair is empty were journeys to think.
No inky tears shed, blotted or smeared.
No blackened hands bloodied and feared.
Letters scrambled all over my mind.
Their chosen order I cannot find.
Brittle wax puddle proves candles death.
The darkness swallows my daylights breath.
Blindness shackles a masked and heavy head.
I shrink into my unwanted bed.
Heart and soul content for tomorrow.
When ink, I hope, once more will flow
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Layers
Forests grow skyward
Rains fall and the sun shines down
The rest in-between
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Imagination
Imagination
Is to conceive of what is
Inconceivable
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Silence
Silence is broken
Lips flap loosely in the breeze
Duct tape fixes all
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Poetry
Poetry creates
A Panoramic vision
With minimal words
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Bloggergy
Bloggergy could be
Energy generated
By bloggers keyboards
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Learning
To ask or ask not
To answer or answer not
To know or not know
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Flight
To live is to walk
To love is to fly on air
To hate is to fall
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Sunrise
Newborn head blood red
Futures grow, tomorrow’s shed
Day is born, night is dead
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Writing
Morning pencil dulled
White to black, blank sheets now filled
Pages of discarded time
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Buzzing bee spring petal lie,
flying weightless in blue sky.
Often returns to beloved queen,
gifts of labor and all that’s seen.
Deep in hive she reins on golden throne.
Lonely she cries for the world unknown.
The End
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The more costly the watch the freer the time
The louder the song the looser the rhyme
Turn on the light half the world’s dark
Smell the gas we see with a spark
Life in a bubble called atmosphere
Poking holes without a care
Drink deep from fragile stemmed glass
Candlelit dreams with time to pass
To guess and be wrong a zero gain bet
The higher the proof the more wrong we get
To prove the proof a wasted equation
Pens against bombs can never be won
Words in the air unheard over fuss
Numbers on paper not to discuss
Lessons of life shared by all; never stand, never fall
Never swim, never sink, never thirst, never drink
Always bright much unseen, blind to details in-between
Never laugh, never weep, never dive unless it’s deep
Never leap in the melting caps ice
A lesson we can never learn twice
The End
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To write of birth is a one-sided view
To write of the past when all is new
To write of life when opinions are plenty
To write of youth that ends at twenty
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To write of joy is to write of grief
To write of pain is of no relief
To write of boredom is to never be bored
To write of lust like sports is scored
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To write of love is to love first
To write of hate your mind will burst
To write of fear the fearful not dare
To write without fear is to write without care
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To write of lies is to confess
To write of death is just a guess
To write of nothing is no life at all
To write is to write is a writer’s call
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Which came first?
The egg or the hen, children or men,
now or then, the poet or the pen?
What comes last?
The future or the past, rising high or sinking fast,
a little fizzle or mighty blast, a crumpled sketch or final cast?
What is the end?
Goodbye to a cherished friend, a straight path or twist and bend,
a love note always meant to send, a dark void to descend
or love, joy and happiness to share and to lend?
These questions are the same for all but our answers will depend.
The End or Beginning
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Dirty windows rattle overhead.
Broken switch won’t turn off dread.
A flower cart sleeps with gray canopy.
Blue hides beyond infinity.
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Tiny world, walls surround.
Door jambs swell, I am bound.
The smaller my cube the more I pick.
Yet droplets spill without a lick.
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Hunger consumes wasted words.
Cupboards cluttered with thirsty birds.
Procrastination wears heavy on my floor.
Stained and crumpled dreams clutter more.
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Showers will come. The well will fill.
Current flows once still.
Walls disappear. Windows clear.
The beyond invites, if I dare.
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The End
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Waking up’s the best time of day.
What will I wear, what will I play?
It’s time to think of things to do.
First find my pants and missing shoe.
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Wipe from my eyes the sleeps last trace.
I’ll brush my teeth, wash hands and face.
My bed’s made, teddy’s on pillow,
But one last hug before I go.
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To the kitchen, mom will be there,
Making breakfast for us to share.
We chat about things to be done,
Some of it work, some of it fun.
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Finish dressing put dreams away.
It’s time to start a brand new day.
That’s why waking up is the best.
But can’t do that without your rest.
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The End
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People that yell have nothing to say.
People who yawn sleep all day.
People who sniff also smell.
Preachers of lies go to hell.
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Thieves take for their greed.
The meek give when in need.
The globe’s split by distant light.
Half is day. Half is night.
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Half is X. Half is Y.
Thunder booms in forever sky.
Drowning reason with buoyant screams.
Pushed and pulled to all extremes.
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Hiding behind a glass veneer.
The mirror see’s we all don’t share.
But share we must our only place.
For life’s reflection, not a race.
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The End
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When I was small, my friend was tall.
Through my window it watched me grow.
Friends always near though winters bare.
Waiting for spring, leaves green, birds sing.
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Sit in the shade, memories made.
Arms are growing, leaves are glowing.
Branches so high – climb to the sky.
Or ride the swing, picnic to bring.
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Then soon its fall, colors for all.
Float to the ground – pile in a mound.
Jump in and play, brisk autumn day.
Another year past all sprouting fast.
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Leaves shake, wind blows, hot days, cold snows.
We’ve stood together in all-weather.
But when I’m all grown, out on my own.
I’ll miss my tree and it’ll miss me.
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The End
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2-scoops
Mourning kettle screams
Broken mug and sugar dreams
Addiction with cream
Another
Anticipation
Aging’s welcome surprise
Another sunrise
One?
Not just a shoe – who?
Lonely on a dusty trail
One foot walks alone
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I’ll buy the ocean, tallest tree.
When I win the lottery.
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A never-ending shopping spree.
When I win the lottery.
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The good times we’ll have, you and me.
When I win the lottery.
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I’ll share it all, just wait and see.
When I win the lottery.
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Can you spare a buck, it’s not free.
Then I’ll win the lottery.
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The End
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Games of chance, won half at best
Players of games are gamed conquest
Cut a deuce and you should quit
Cut a Jack then maybe sit
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Cut an Ace and be done
Cut two aces, better run
Games of chance are no game
Players who lose bear the blame
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Great writes few.
Good writes great.
Bad write’s good.
No writes bad.
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No write’s wrong.
Write to write.
Write the wrong.
Time is left.
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Good nights long.
The time’s right.
Write your song.
Write for you.
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The End
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When life adds lemons to salty tears,
One can blend with Tequila, slug a few beers.
These ades to aid will quench our cares,
Peeling the rind of all our fears.
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But mornings return, suns will rise,
Burning fog in heads and eyes.
A cure’s not a cure if demise.
Perhaps today lemonade’s wise.
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The End
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Argument: Voices dissipating together, never gone
Me: The person I am alone
Reflection: Image we choose to see
Microscope: Unfocused self-examination that looms large
Optimism: Temporary jubilation when pessimism recedes
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