I got a writer’s block vacation journal rolled up in my pocket.
I got seven sharp new pencils.
But I know some still mock’em.
I don’t use a pen for fear that I’ll lose it.
I’m a caffeine charged frazzled poet.
And I do it all for you.
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I got a Led Zeppelin record and I know you want to hear it.
A 3D diorama, I spend my time in it.
I got a writer’s block vacation journal rolled up in my pocket.
I thought I had some good ideas.
But I gave’em all to you
I gave’em all to you…
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Once in a lifetime can be just that,
often missed because we sat.
Legs propel as does time,
mediocrity’s chosen as is sublime.
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Life’s meaning is what we make,
creative thought is no mistake.
Opinions are found all around,
ramifications we are bound.
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It’s better to give than to loan.
Happiness shared sets the tone.
Once in a lifetime is every day.
Rise to the occasion, make it your way.
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When brains and hearts work as one,
when each a say the work is done.
Confident in our choices made,
perpetual harmony to never fade.
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Though just a theory, I feel sure,
love and trust is the only cure.
But opinions are found all around;
as we’ve heard only some are sound.
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It’s time once again for my daily catharsis.
I started late so it’ll be hit or miss.
I’ve nothing planned or grand inspiration,
none but to quench my daily fixation.
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The day’s review is well underway.
Mind’s full of notes and the music does play.
My pencil does lure with infinite grace.
Time can be rewritten but we cannot erase.
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Life though seemingly unpredictable,
conclusions often contradictable,
our tomorrow’s impossible to comprehend.
But tonight I can write a happy end.
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This poem today could be my last.
Seems all my worries now are past.
Grief all-around still gets me down.
But a man in love can’t wear a frown.
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This world’s not always a happy place.
Misery’s seen on many a face.
I’ve seen death and felt the pain.
Years have passed to find I’m sane.
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My feelings spewed on sheets galore.
Forever I searched for an exit door.
Though light trickled through cracks unseen,
time now as bright as it’s ever been.
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In a warm embrace I now awake.
If given a wish I’d none to make.
But a dream remains of peace on earth.
So write I must for what it’s worth.
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Life no longer matters when we’re cold and dead.
Words have no meaning when stuck inside our head.
Heartache is abundant; it’s filled many a book.
But happiness exists, but only when we look.
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Depression is alarming but seldom makes a sound.
Time can be our friend but only when we’re wound.
Surprises are unexpected and nothing’s ever free.
Love is everlasting but two must agree.
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Share yourself with others and they will do the same.
Hide your true emotions and only you’re to blame.
Strangers often meet but not all will be a friend.
So if you find the right one, show them there’s no end.
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In the morning cool the mind is clear.
Thoughts are pure and free to share.
Daily troubles still faraway,
evening memories I wish to stay.
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Solace is found in the arms of another.
The world’s problems no longer smother.
Gentle kisses give way to sleep.
Evening memories I’ll surely keep.
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The sun will rise and then to set.
Work consumes, but no regret.
The moon will shine on a love that’s mine.
Evening memories, forever fine.
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Waves crash on rocky shores.
Hinges creak on old wood doors.
The wind howls through the night.
All’s quiet in the morning light.
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Love is made as the day permits.
Problems rise to test our wits.
Empires fall; we’ve heard of Rome.
Solace’s found returning home.
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Partnerships fail or can flourish.
Nothing’s achieved with just a wish.
Time moves forward and doesn’t wait.
But stuff doesn’t matter with the perfect mate.
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Days pass without a thought.
Life flows, words are naught.
Fantasy’s forged, reality wrought.
Patience builds, time has taught.
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The future is the past brought.
The present is where caught.
Work consumes, hurdle fraught.
Solace earned, never bought.
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Joy is when not distraught.
Dreams fought, wishes besought.
Love defined by what is sought.
Success is, as it ought.
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War: When greed and ideologies collide
Peace: When war’s not an option
Boredom: Time wasted wasting others time
Poem: Lazy scribe’s tome in rhyme
Kidding: Caught in lies or truths
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The pressure’s on to write another.
The question is; why do I bother.
I wake each day before sunrise,
colors burst before my eyes.
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From black to purples then reds galore,
the depths of each I shall explore.
Orange and yellows welcome pale blues,
clouds frame the futures clues.
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Thoughts of dreams now come to light,
yesterday’s dread now out of sight.
Rhyming words soon fill my head.
Verses form when the sleep is shed.
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I ponder what this day will bring.
I’ll sway in time as the birdies sing.
I hope a love poem’s seeping in.
Thinking of my sweet I start to grin.
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She slumbers while I meet with dawn.
The beauty of each I am drawn.
Though today my mind’s a bit a-flutter,
perhaps tomorrow I’ll write another.
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If to paint you in my mind,
extra space I will find.
Many things I could forget.
Hit delete with no regret.
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On the brightest wall you will stand.
There I’d stare, brush in hand.
Heart beats thumping, a flourish made.
Details cherished never fade.
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In my head we shall dwell.
Sharing thoughts we’d never tell.
On my shoulders you will ride.
Our joy displayed in our stride.
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The outside world no longer exists.
Boxes checked on all our lists.
Imagination will be our place.
My only vision is your face.
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All our wishes will come true.
Our dreams are filled with me and you.
But a painter I’m not nor a thief.
Freedom’s greater than my relief.
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For if to hide within one’s brain,
there is no future or life to gain.
Our time together on change depends.
Our tomorrows then will know no ends.
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I once was a young man,
but that was yesterday.
I thought I’d grow much greater,
but time got in my way.
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I still have hopes and dreams,
hoping to dream some more.
But with every day that passes,
waking is less sure.
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I see my ups and downs;
it’s my foot on the gas.
I hear the no, no, no’s,
but still I try to pass.
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I try to write a little bit;
I’d love to write a song.
I’ve tried to write a novel,
but they always take too long.
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I shouldn’t write about myself,
though I often do.
Every second a memory’s made,
gladly I choose so few.
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I couldn’t be a luckier guy,
and fortunately once again.
I’m thankful for this love I’m given,
even though I’m a pain.
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A new year begins with the start of school.
The days will be busy and our evenings cool.
Jackets we’ll need for our trips to the beach.
Sunsets we’ll miss, they’ve much to teach.
Time brings change as the seasons show.
With seeds now planted our love will grow.
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I haven’t felt myself today,
though that’s been the way.
Just do and do for dues to pay,
but always more and less to say.
And on the rocks or sand we land,
to lie’s retreat or rise and stand.
And all’s unseen just looking grand,
but there’s always more and, and and…
And tides change with the moons’ resolve.
And life’s propelled as we revolve.
Time’s the riddle not to solve,
but love’s the answer to evolve.
And tomorrows too never stay.
And memories will forever play.
And feelings are, anyway.
But nothing is, as yesterday.
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A dinner date topped with a treat.
Hungry eyes gaze eyes to meet.
Hands reach for mates to touch.
Tasting time and feeling much.
Senses budding, lips await heat.
Love’s our dessert, forever sweet.
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Oh no it’s Saturday!
My vacation’s nearly done.
I mostly sat around.
But I had a little fun.
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Bird sat a parrot,
a story previously told.
Also saw my Ena,
who’s nearly two years old.
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We got a lot of rain.
So I didn’t cut the grass.
I didn’t trim the bushes,
I gave myself a pass.
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I didn’t do much writing,
but forced a little bit.
I called it all a journal,
thought surely not a hit.
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Back to work on monday.
I really can’t complain.
If I had more time,
I’d probably go insane.
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I went to an umbrella factory.
I’m glad it didn’t pour.
They don’t make umbrellas there,
at least not anymore.
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There were a few gift shops,
some chickens and an emu.
The restaurant was closed,
there wasn’t much left to do.
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But I saw my little Ena.
We had a really nice time.
We said our long goodbyes.
Then home to write today’s rhyme.
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My writer’s block vacation diary
is now on day ten.
I haven’t written this much
since I don’t know when.
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The day’s still young with lots to go
where it’ll lead I’ve no clue.
A tentative plan was hatched last night,
sounds like something new.
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I’m waiting for confirmation
until then my time is free.
Because I’m on vacation
and freedom is as it should be.
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Yeah, they made it, little Ena’s here!
Grandpa’s happy to see his dear.
We had a tea party, read some books,
explored all the house’s crannies and nooks.
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We played some more then off to the tub.
Her mom takes over to scrub a-dub, dub.
We read one more book that turned into three.
Then that sleepy baby fell asleep on me.
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We all woke today at seven o’clock.
We had some breakfast and found her sock.
Now they’re packing, then to a Pow Wow.
I wanted to go, but I’m too tired now.
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A week now’s past with one to go.
What are my plans? I don’t know.
It’s Saturday and I wait for a text.
When received I’ll know what’s next.
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I’m expecting a visit much later today.
It’s Ena, who’s two, with lots to say.
She’ll arrive with her mom in a car too small.
It had been mine but I’m too tall.
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It’s a long drive from New York to here.
I know, I do it ten times a year.
I hope they come, I miss the baby.
But no text yet, so for now it’s still maybe.
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Happy hump Wednesday is finally here.
Let’s raise our mugs and spread the cheer.
The long work week is now near its end.
The weekend is next, shared with a friend.
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But I’m on vacation, my weekend’s begun.
I’m going to play cards and have some fun.
We’ll sit on the porch and watch the sun’s arc.
I’ll stare at the trees and pretend it’s my park.
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I’ll daydream at sunset to clear my mind,
then grab my guitar and a tune I’ll find.
I’ll jump up and down and sing without sorrow.
I’ll stay up late, cos I’m still off tomorrow.
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Head’s in the clouds, toes in the sand,
love and laughter walk hand in hand.
Horizon’s endless on a calm night’s sea.
Reflections mirrored for you and me.
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Love and laughter, the perfect pair,
nothing comes close I do declare.
It’s the freedom to howl at stupid things,
or share a giggle when the other one sings.
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One pumps you up, one deflates stress,
love and laughter, why settle for less?
Time’s never wasted when it’s shared by two.
That’s why I’m glad to be vacationing with you.
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