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I bought a viscous guard dog,
that bears his fearsome snout,
I’ve shuttered all my windows,
so no one hears me shout.
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My doors have all been bolted,
my safety’s without doubt
I built a moat around my house
But now I can’t get out.
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I bought a viscous guard dog,
that bears his fearsome snout,
I’ve shuttered all my windows,
so no one hears me shout.
*
My doors have all been bolted,
my safety’s without doubt
I built a moat around my house
But now I can’t get out.
~*~
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All the Angles
.
Slippery slopes oft
Cited often refer to
The user’s forehead
~
Keepers Kept
.
Love can be given,
Taken, had, made or lost but
Never forgotten
~
Butting Heads
.
Acting stupid is
Easy though living with the
Reality’s hard
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Silken robes
Nibbles on lobes
Whispers and giggles
Tickles and wiggles
Eyes closed
Curves caressed
Hairs messed
Senses tingle
Souls mingle
Lips locked
Hands full
Bodies rocked
Hearts shocked
Minds meld
Tensions melt
Eyes open
Love’s felt
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When the dark of night grows darker by day
And the screams in your head won’t go away
When the sun comes out it burns your skin
Parched of voice sound’s trapped within
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When the mind is blank, yet full of thought
Dreams of horrors my sleep is fraught
Depths I’ll fall until I’m caught
By the arms of demons, forever sought
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Where shadows frolic on the wall
Till an open window hides them all
Breezes blow sucking breath
When eyes open cheating death
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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
~
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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A negative view
Of others is reflective
Of ones view of self
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A poem written
But never seen, heard or felt
Is it poetry?
~*~
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Diamonds woo the eyes
Affections warm a heart
Poetry soothes the soul
Gives a life its start
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Wine and bread fill a hunger
Art and science fill our thought
Time leaves us all to wonder
Why can’t love be taught?
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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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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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The moment is near, the fear’s begun.
My nerves are frazzled, I’m under the gun.
A routine surgery, or so they say,
I think I’ll try to enjoy this day.
~
I woke up early to see the sun rise.
It could be the last to dazzle my eyes.
Crazy visions are filling my head.
It might be soon, I may be dead.
~
But that’s just nonsense, I’ll do great.
It’s too early to be called late.
The sun’s now high, distractions ensue.
Halloween awaits and I’ve much to do.
~*~
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Jack and Jill went up the hill.
But that story’s been told before.
At the top a shack they found.
Then they proceeded to kick in the door.
~
The inside was pleasant to their surprise.
They couldn’t have wished for more.
They drank some cider that was found.
Then soon they began to snore.
~
They woke in the dark with foggy eyes.
Their heads were appropriately sore.
Their laughter now was in the past.
The fear they couldn’t ignore.
~
Hours of pain they had endured.
In silence they lay on the floor.
The owner came home just after sunrise.
And the rest became folklore.
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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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In a world of rhyme
all’s poetic, hearts bleeding
is life’s aesthetic.
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A life spent boosting
Of one’s common sense is a
Life commonly spent
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Colorless leaf crackle beneath sole-less feet.
The smell of death lingers sweet.
Bramble thick draws blood on paper skin,
digging more deeply the deeper within.
*
Then starlight fades to the darkness I fear,
moonlight shadows disappear.
Columns abound supporting endless night,
numbers multiply consuming the light.
*
Welcome dew hangs heavy in unseen air,
to drink deep I do not dare.
Outstretched hands replace teary useless eyes.
Senses heightened, alert of endless cries.
*
Vibrations of night; soft, loud, far and near,
distant from all, we all hold dear.
Wanting now only to curl-up and weep,
my soul is still for the sickle to reap.
*
Return to the path I lost yesterday,
blackness turns slowly to gray.
Long nights journey in the forest of hell,
surviving again, except for my shell.
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The End
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The brightest sunrise
often occurs after the
longest darkest night
~*~
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