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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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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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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Wow, what a scare I had,
cat’s on the stairs and Fred is mad.
Seems the cat was planning her attack,
so I moved the cage and scratched her back.
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That was close, way too close for me.
The worst possible scenario I did see;
the cat tore up and the bird flew away.
Fortunately a story I’ve no need to convey.
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So all’s well and I’ve something to write about.
This recent writer’s block leaves me with doubt.
But I’m on vacation, no worries yet.
When I go back to work, then I’ll sweat.
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I just got a parrot whose name is Fred.
Though not to worry, no one’s dead.
I’m bird-sitting, I guess you could say.
We’ll sit together for a week and a day.
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He doesn’t say much, that’s just fine,
I’d teach him some words, but he’s not mine.
He taunts the cats while perched in the hall.
If I opened the cage they’d all have a ball.
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There’d be feathers all over I’d have to clean.
But I’m on vacation, don’t need a scene.
So far, all’s well, I’ll let you know.
Whoa, a screech, I gotta go!!!
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Day two’s now well underway,
I’ve nothing to write, nothing to say.
But I’m happy and that’s always OK,
couldn’t ask for a prettier day.
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So I’ll just ponder, won’t read the news,
I’d rather be dull than shine with the blues.
It’s time to reflect on all of life’s hues.
It’s time to relax, I’ve paid my dues.
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But I’ll do something, which goes without saying,
I am getting older, my hair now graying.
I’ve a world to inspire, no time for delaying,
just not today, after all I’m vay-kay-ing.
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Vacation’s finally here,
now what am I to do.
I’d love to take a trip,
but the dollars are too few.
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I could fix my house,
but that sounds like work.
I could let it all fall down,
but then I’d be a jerk.
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I could write a happy poem,
maybe it’ll be good.
I’ll share it with my friends,
as I know I should.
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I did get up early;
I’d hate to waste the time.
So I guess it’s time to start,
start my first vacation rhyme.
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My thinking cap has gone astray.
And I, bewildered another day.
But, at least no work, my day is free.
Perhaps today a poem’s to be.
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I try to write whenever I can,
was just a child when that began.
Sometimes it flows without a stop.
Then years will pass and all a flop.
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The flop phase now is where I’m at.
But I’ll keep trying and that is that.
The day’s still young and I’ve still time.
Let’s all hope for a better rhyme.
~*~
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Minutes feel like hours,
the hours seem like days.
Time is at a standstill,
awaiting my lover’s gaze.
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Her scent I can recall,
her face I clearly see.
My heart beats a little faster,
when thinking of her with me.
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My arms are meant to hold her,
our lips were meant to touch.
Our words are always shared,
when saying “I love you so much”
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The day was long, the night short.
Arms embrace for support.
Work was taxing and taxes due.
Trinkets bought but just a few.
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Pillows help soften the blow.
Blankets warm from head to toe.
Legs intertwined and bodies askew,
it’s fun to try something new.
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Perspectives change in new light,
loving eyes improve our sight.
Peaceful slumber finds its way,
the perfect end to an imperfect day.
~*~
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