A goodnight text every night,
but for when you’re near.
A morning poem at first light,
to let you know I care.
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Time between visions’ seen,
of when we did last meet.
When we greet the feeling’s serene,
and my day’s all the more sweet.
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And time’s now soon,
to enjoy the days delight.
Till we kiss beneath the moon,
followed by a text goodnight.
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All this thinking may take its toll.
But why stop now, I’m on a roll.
As I ponder forever tomorrows,
the feelings flow, the writing follows.
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Though forever a long time away,
my thoughts of you are sure to stay.
I dream of our future when I’m awake.
I feel you near with each breath I take.
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I feel your heartbeat when mine is still.
I think I love you and always will.
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Counting days when days count.
No seconds, our minutes mount.
A peak’s seen when vision’s clear.
Future’s felt, what’s where.
Question answers, dare to dare.
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Out for more coffee for our first meet,
I was typically late, she saved a seat.
I had a bit of the jitters when we did greet.
Her smile sent tingles from my head to feet.
We nibbled on goodies, but she’s the treat.
My cup of tea found and oh so sweet.
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Our summer’s now near to end.
Joy’s found with a new best friend.
Autumns turn we’re soon to see.
And together closer we will be.
The winter warmed when we did meet.
Spring blossomed, our feelings grew sweet.
The future’s unknown.
But seasons have shown.
Our time’s vibrant, never gray.
And our love shines brighter each new day.
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Just an Expression
At last old enough
for age to be an excuse
to freely express
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Heads or Tails
With age comes wisdom
but all things are relative
so wise up not ass
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Poetic License
Deep down a dipshit
lying in wait to squirt forth
and conquer an ode
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Earth, Wind and Fire
It’s the last haiku
till syllables dance with lines
in three dimensions
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I love the way you talk anytime you speak.
I love the way you walk and your strength when I’m weak.
I love your disposition and the way that you feel.
I love to envision and know it’s real.
I love the time when you’re near.
I settle for rhyme when you’re not here.
I’d love to erase our times of sorrow.
I’d love to chase our dreams of tomorrow.
I love these days feeling for you.
I love the ways you feel it too.
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Notes scribbled through the night.
Dreams of you make mornings bright.
Sunrise awakened, I see the light.
Our time together, all is right.
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Where a river meets a bay,
a quaint sheltered village lay.
Ships of yore still ply the docks.
A tiny lighthouse warns of rocks.
Haunting sounds linger on the breeze.
Shanties of old still to please.
Times bygone we’ve all to explore.
The past opens today’s unknown door.
Nights brighter compared to the then.
Our days shorter way back when.
Yesterday’s preserve tomorrows map.
Horizons calm or a trap.
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Another perfect weekend, how can that be true.
Yet every day is brighter when they’re shared with you.
I have not a clue what the future has in store.
But every moment together leaves me wanting more.
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Behind a model train, people there set.
Their never to worry nor do they fret.
The whistles blow at regular times.
Conductors conduct and the poet rhymes.
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Silence fills the darkest of night.
A world dead ‘til morning’s light.
A flick of a switch then life turns on.
A flick of a switch and all is gone.
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Poetic purgatory’s a place between,
the best of all verse never to be seen.
Visions undefinable, feelings unfelt
and sensations inconceivable, when
squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squoze,
jumbled noise and random shapes,
blurry sounds and perception escapes.
Normalcy‘s all a part of prose.
Unheard the whispers whose echo grows,
frequency seldom as anyone knows.
Oh no, no, no and so the rhythm comes and goes.
Mind distracted by orderly thought.
Moments rest all for naught.
Escapers of dreams always caught.
Then times sold, image bought and change sought,
until the dollars sign to buy an eternity.
Though sense is never free, so why, why, why –
Why won’t desires die?
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Fifty percent of
marriages end in divorce,
the remainder’s death.
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With each new day we do grow.
We flourish and whither till it’s time to go.
Our stay’s too short on this earth.
Life’s longest on our day of birth.
And the time betwixt is all we know.
So write it well, it is your show.
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We seek to seek a clue
for paths straight and true
where the angle we pursue
is our own point of view.
Degrees unchanged are unseen.
Answers lurk in space between.
All turns return to the mean.
Golden suns and blue sky green.
But the wind never bends.
A loner never lends.
Always best is time with friends.
And the unsummed heart someday mends.
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Theologians seek the heavens,
Astronomers the stars above.
Philosophers seek the meaning of life,
Poets seek only love.
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My Oh my what does life signify?
Do I laugh or do I cry?
Do I boast or be shy?
Shall I smile or just sigh?
Am I honest or do I lie?
Do I live or do I die?
Do I accept or ask why?
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Built a boat with boards of wood,
made with junk I knew was good.
Drifted on the seven seas,
searching for the birds and bees.
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Saw new lands; north, east, south and west,
returning home, thought it best.
My ship now sits on a stand,
fearful of the careless hand.
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Now if this vessel were too to break,
with scraps of wood I will remake.
Fitted then in a case of glass,
reflecting time for all who pass.
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And if this glass too shall smash,
its shards of glass tossed to the trash.
With broken sticks pulled from within,
my craft of new will then begin.
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