I won’t even try to deny
Truths are seen in your eyes
A blink, wink or a glance to sky
Staring down when feeling shy
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The squint when angry, wide open when not
That alluring flutter from the heart
The shedding of tear for fallen friend dear
Or the bright sunny glow when friends are near
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I love all their faucets and all I’ve eyed
I love them closed, safe by my side
With mornings gaze lies cannot hide
When loving eyes cannot be denied
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Yesterday I won a ride on a Willy ship
Wasn’t long but a sweet little trip
Talked about the sun and jumbo gumdrops
Laughed at the moon and fuzzy lollipops
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Weightless in a dark chocolate sky
Chasing ants – Oh! How fast they fly
Confections consume, the slim lie waist-ed
The best of the worse I’ve ever tasted
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Rainbow sprinkles linger, floating past
Though sugar eyes aren’t meant to last
Adventures end on marshmallow bed
Sticky goo all stuck in my head
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Tummy aches and tired teeth hurt
My cocoa now looks and tastes like dirt
But candy bars will, will never stop me
Needed warmth they’re enjoyed tooth free
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Sliding down the licorice string
To rest in a basket bunnies bring
Waiting for hands of time to shake no more
Then I’ll re-wrap and go out for s’more
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Are you the me that I can’t see?
Or I you, one half of two?
If but one, who then are you?
If you’re the one, what’s to do?
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I’m confused, both conned and fused.
We share a body, everything’s used.
We’ve got hands and feet, both left and right.
We have two eyes that see the same light.
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But our sides divided, never to agree.
Perhaps a split, each then free.
I think you should go and create a new life.
I feel it best you leave, be done with this strife.
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The battle goes on, both being stuck.
Each barely manages without some luck.
I did have an end to make all laugh and shout.
But then the editor took the good stuff out.
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The Middle
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His name was Gurmumble,
or so it was said.
Gurmumble’s the sound,
comes out of his head.
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Ask him a question,
anything you choose.
Gurmumble, he’d answer,
looking down at his shoes.
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Gurmumble was teased,
folks called him a freak.
But he’s actually, quite normal,
he just couldn’t speak.
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High School was soon starting,
Gurmumble was rightly scared.
The building was enormous,
much bigger than he feared.
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His first week was horrible,
he’s a target to be teased.
Gurmumble was unfazed,
the bullies left displeased.
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Come fall his novelty waned,
Gurmumble was now free.
Excelling at his studies,
he had a learning spree.
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By Spring Gurmumble’s smitten,
but he couldn’t say a word.
So, he wrote his crush a poem,
the prettiest she’d ever heard.
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He wrote her a poem each day,
awaiting her response.
And when she finally smiled,
it was Gurmumble’s Renaissance.
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All the girls were swooning;
the boys were just confused.
Gurmumble’s now a star,
no longer feeling abused.
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His poems now sung as songs,
Gurmumble plays guitar.
His loving girlfriend sings,
I’m sure they’re going far.
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I built a playhouse, just for me.
I worked all morning, come and see.
It’s now just finished, just today.
So come on over and we’ll play.
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My house has windows and a door.
It’ll fit bunches of kids and more.
We’ll plant a garden on the side.
Bush in the back for us to hide.
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There’s a place for table and chairs.
To color books, build things with gears.
There’s little stairs to go up high.
Peek out the window touch the sky.
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Cook in the kitchen, clean when done.
The rest of the day we’ll have fun.
Can’t leave crumbs for a pesky mouse.
Then it’ll be the mouse’s playhouse.
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My house can be a boat with sail.
Or castle in a fairy tale.
A haunted house that is a scare.
Or just a place for friends to share.
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If you don’t have your own “me space”.
You can make one, just pick a place.
Surround with imagination.
Then fill it up with friends and fun.
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The End
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Snoops a-snoopin free
Poet Pops and braided fops
Doppelgangers’ we
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Silence heard before the dawn.
Birds awaken, silence gone.
Sun arisen, cars zoom past.
Morning bliss’s fading fast.
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Breathing in each other’s air,
day’s begun, time to share.
Faces flash, smiles few,
all to find something new.
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Day will end, night’s to start.
Home I go to my treasured heart.
First a kiss then hello,
dreamy eyes let me know.
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Sleep awaits, minds at ease,
first time for the birds and bees.
Dreams to follow, world’s at rest.
Another day, ours was best.
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I started the day the usual way.
My feet hit the floor then out the door.
The sun’s yet high in the new sky.
But on the street I feel the heat.
The sweat begins to drip.
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I get to work and feel like a jerk.
I forgot to do my do.
So I combed my hair in despair.
Then I booted up and spilled my cup.
The coffee made a big mess.
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My notes now are gone and I left forlorn.
My haste has caused this waste.
I must slow down or I will drown.
This fast lane is causing me pain.
The phone then starts to ring.
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It’s another complainer for I the explainer.
I was chilled to the bone by their ruthless tone.
I slammed down the phone but wasn’t alone.
The boss could hear standing so near.
This job, for me, was now done.
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Hurt was I, I wanted to cry.
I went home to bed and wished I were dead.
I started to dream then woke to a scream.
A poke from my wife saved my life.
My eyes open to start again.
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A nightmare was had, one very bad.
Its cause being stress is my best guess.
A lesson thought comes before taught.
My sweetie made tea for her and me.
A new dream’s begun and I called out sick.
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A poet writes literally in metaphor
Corridors long, many a door
Doors of a poet need no key
Minds always open to poetry
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Times to lose finding ones right
Days painted dark, nights write bright
A knights shining armor shields sight
Whilst wings of steel soar in the light
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I know not what I shall think
With heavy load, this pen and ink
Or, should not I think or care at all
Bowing beckoned to this writers call
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Scribbling, scribing, screaming; I know not why
Tis the finest of line – fantasy and lie
Opinions of truths and relative fact
Explosive emotion, some just an act
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Though as preposterous as it may appear
A writer’s world there’s literally no fear
We flaunt, flourish and spill our ink
Free from fear to write what we think
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Thus poetry freedom, yet some never see
And that’s literally preposterous to me
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Dew glistens in the crisp of dawn,
peering out on an endless lawn.
Fresh air and sunshine I am drawn.
Soon I’ll be mowing for I am a pawn.
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The king lives atop a manicured hill,
now slumbering peacefully while all is still.
Soon he’ll rise and our time he’ll kill.
His whims fulfilled against our will.
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The queen too is soon to awake,
maids will arrive with orders to take.
Breakfast then served with chefs to make.
A picnic will follow down by the lake.
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Their castle has towers like rooks on a board.
Treasures are many, much like a hoard.
Guards abound with shield and sword.
Musicians are hired to strike every chord.
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Knights roam freely down endless halls.
They await more battles but more likely balls.
Their horses pampered in big, tidy stalls,
their messes cleaned by old women in shawls.
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The bishops’ eschewed anymore plans for fun.
Soon it may be their rein is done,
king’s out-numbered at least eight to one.
Tables will turn then a new game’s begun.
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I have a best friend, name’s Bunny,
whose age is just the same as me.
Sits on my bed, friends all around,
snuggling close we’re all safe and sound
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We all giggle, think it’s funny,
when I tickle Bunny’s tummy.
Though sometimes sad, trickling tears,
they’re easily dried with fuzzy ears.
*
I get big, Bunny stays the same,
destined for greatness and world fame.
Written about in poetry,
posed for art and photography.
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With brush in hand with which to paint,
She’s very patient, no complaint.
Anytime, rainy or sunny,
always there my best friend Bunny.
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By my side always, journeys far.
My companion; plane, train or car,
sharing adventures in daylight,
sharing our dreams every night.
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Is time gained by hitting the snooze.
Do we ever really get to choose.
Where does my life go today?
Some days bright, some shades of gray.
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Maybe I’ll roll over and just wait.
There’s always time, it’s not late.
I close my eyes and the world goes away.
Replaced by darkness or some shades of gray.
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In disgust I thrash when thrust I must.
Outside is life, and this I must trust.
I want to sing and dance, laugh and play.
Depth is found in some shades of gray.
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Pontifications’ the place to be.
Grand thinkin’s the life for me.
Imagination’s so far and wide.
Keep AI and just let me decide.
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Old tech is where I’d rather stay.
I get allergies blindly trusting all day.
I just adore my dual screen view.
PC’s I love you but keep that dark avenue.
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Nurturing natures
Grown in the best of both worlds
All risen equal
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Suns rise, peak and fall
Moons follow as do we all
Times bounce does enthrall
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The sea’s the source of life that be.
Life’s the beginning of all’s journey.
Journeys inform of real diversity.
Reality is what we individually see.
Fantasy’s what we make it to be.
Science is what we think may be.
Thought is time with mind set free.
Free is what we’d love to be.
Love unites, we all agree.
Hate divides universally.
Together to agree to disagree,
a reality of peace we then may see.
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I’m not just me, I’m at least three.
One sailed far hoping to be free.
One steamed airless more recently.
The oldest walked a vast frozen sea.
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With passing generations this matrix grows complex.
A boundless atlas made of tiny specks.
Paper lines divide the pages of our time.
Ignorance is bliss, blindness sublime.
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Unfurl the man-made charts, the journey’s just begun.
The ship of fools adrift, nowhere left to run.
Invaders, settlers or immigrant be –
all driftwood from the churning sea.
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Time whispers on the ever-changing breeze.
One-eyed pirates still plunder all the seas.
Children wander a water-less beach.
Welcome shade out of reach.
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To find a paper line they roam.
To find a future to call a home.
Pages of the atlas grown,
each a page we call our own.
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The End
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On a canvas of life we paint every day.
Some burst with color, some dull and gray.
Each stroke has consequence, broad or precise,
all mediums large though most will suffice.
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Hue’s all made one from another.
Texture’s built on a base we smother.
Shadows lurk in black and white.
Brilliant moons portray the night.
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Love is felt on glowing skin
Hate pours from the blood within.
Seas of green churn, gallant ships tossed.
Crews-o-many flounder, all forever lost.
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Happiness’s awash in the bright blue sky.
Sadness gives it time to dry.
Realism reflects an instant in mind.
Abstract’s more real when meaning you find.
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Yet in two dimensions we do all conform.
Our edges and corners define the norm.
Then we sign, frame and place on a wall.
There hung with the others, all very small.
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If only I had a time machine,
there’d be no stopping in-between.
Dials and switches, all locked in place,
time standing still in your loving embrace.
If granted three wishes, two are for you,
the first will make my wish come true.
Perhaps a crystal ball where all is to see,
a sphere of exploration, hand in hand you and me.
Or gifted wizardry, sorcery and magic,
I’d need to perform but only one trick.
You’d appear before my starry eyes,
together we’d soar in moonlit skies.
If to be a man of wealth, youth and style;
I’d trade it all just to make you smile.
But I’m not, I’m just me,
with little more than simple poetry.
Though I’ve hopes and dreams to see and do.
I’d have all, if only to share, if only with you.
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Beneath a vast sky blue dome,
birthed in green the youthful roam.
Two decades nurtured by proctor and friends,
then thrust into space till their journey ends.
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This planet called earth now but a machine,
where pits mined with mounds plied placed in between.
This once great population soon scattered far and wide,
sprinkled throughout the galaxy, but still nowhere to hide.
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All in search of a place to start their lives anew,
into the infinite heavens where choices are but few.
Each spot of light that sparkles in this universe,
any may be our savior or another travelers curse.
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In a quest never-ending for a world as it was,
when nature provided for all life – just because.
Billions have ventured none to return.
Yet explore they must for the past they yearn.
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Their history blurred when what’s saw was to be.
Our future is the answer if we choose to see.
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Once upon a time, almost never twice
You chance upon something, feels real nice
It makes you feel better than you really are
All wounds seem to heal, leaving little scar
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Time passes, cracks begin to show
Cuts re-open; ooze, fester and flow
Till’ hands pure re-mold the cast
Mind’s reset, ticking fast
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Bells ring, rings true
True’s just another shade of blue
Blue bells, bells ring, birds sing
Trees to swing, around again to spring
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Ride the arc, end the wait, start the climb
Rise and fall, once again, upon this time
The ground is hard, the heavens nice
Journey’s there, never twice
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Madness I fear will be the death of me
Consumed by the visions I can’t see
The seconds tick then nevermore
Till striking back as before
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Each a check of our resolve
Chipping away as hands revolve
Digging holes to make a mound
Stood atop but gained no ground
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Vistas grown, views confined
Points made with pieces of mind
Scattered thought eludes the pen
The gates of hell burst open again
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Blackness surrounds the flame within
Awaiting the battles to begin
The angel of darkness hangs overhead
Above the light that swallows her dead
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Mountains whither, canyons fill
All in time, time will kill
Consumed in shadows of mortality
Death I fear is the madness in me
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