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Taxing Tax Free
The nice thing about
being an author is you
wrote your own paycheck.
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More or Less
If you try sometime
you do find you get what you
tried for but no more.
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Dueling Wits, I Coulda Had a G8
If a sum’s greater
than its parts, then parts lacking
must be a summit.
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Tried & True
In relationships
when each are always trying
trying it becomes
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The Vine
Only love and hate
are truly perpetual
False choices whither
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Hindsight
I’ve seen the future
and it’s only clear and bright
when it’s made that way
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I see your face start to glow.
Eyes brighten to let me know.
Smiles welcome, lips bestow.
Love is felt with each hello.
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The sun yet risen, the sky yet blue.
Yet my day grows brighter in my view.
A dream begins when I open my eyes.
The truth is seen as she lies.
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Truth is felt with a gentle kiss.
She pulls me closer to share the bliss.
I feel her breath, our heartbeats in sync.
Our body’s one, none to think.
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But if thoughts be had none compare.
A fantasy found, in love we stare.
Temperatures rise in the new dawns glow.
Our senses awaken, whispers flow.
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Visions guide our pleasures sought.
Tomorrow’s now, time has taught.
Our love given is love received.
And another day we’ve achieved.
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The value of life
is not what’s made of given.
But time spent liven.
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If love was defined
and the worlds’ hopes undenied
the poet side lined.
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Destinations drive.
Life’s intersections give route.
All roads lead somewhere.
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Holding you holding me –
is the place we ought to be.
In our eyes love is seen.
When we kiss, no space between.
Two hearts beat as one in sync.
The futures bright as one we think.
Warmth’s felt in a world oft cold.
Time impassioned, never old.
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Mornings awaken by gentle touch.
There’s a loving kiss, though not too much.
Our day’s ahead bringing much to do.
Moments between I’m thinking of you.
Sun’s will set in warm embrace.
Worries dissolve without a trace.
Whispers and laughter fulfill our desire.
Love and passion propels yet higher.
Our evenings fade gazing sleepy eyes.
Sweet dreams follow, never goodbyes.
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Only a life lived will tell,
who has risen and who fell.
Dreams awaken tomorrow’s path.
Dread assures the futures wrath.
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Steps taken will get us there.
Impressions left will choose where.
Truth defies the doubts to grow.
Lies define the trust we know.
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Actions sought will force an end.
Patience found will easily mend.
Seconds wasted will compound.
Time invested will come around.
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Hate will fester another day.
Love will always find a way.
And wishes will come true.
But the will is up to you.
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Dreams lie,
poets cry.
Change’s new,
writing’s blue.
Hearts torn,
minds worn.
Sleepless nights,
emotion ignites.
Passion’s hot,
indecision’s not.
Seeking clues,
negativity spews.
Future’s debatable,
perfection’s unattainable.
Happiness eludes,
fear exudes.
Trust questioned,
turmoil’s destined.
Bodies tired,
decision’s required.
Feelings askew,
answers few.
Love shared,
time’s dared.
Yesterday’s die,
tomorrows fly.
Today’s through.
What am I to do?
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Too Read
Daily poetry
The soothing of a poets heart
But for lover’s not
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That’s Not Funny
Self-deprecation
Is laughing at our failings
And with good reason
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Failing to See a Point
No longer obsessed
By success or of failure
I’m used to failure
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Whole Hearted
Do soul mates exist?
Do hearts and minds spark when kissed?
Yes and more when missed.
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Think About It
Mind over matter
is absurd when the world’s weight
is on your shoulders.
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Non-Yielding
It’s not easy street
with bumps and stops, though poets
get the write of way.
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Forces of nature,
like myself, follow paths of
the least resistance.
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Maturity is
preferring the acoustic
Led Zeppelin tunes
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Why must I rise so early from bed?
Why don’t the thoughts leave my head?
Why can’t my answers pass the test?
Why do my dreams never rest?
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Why does every day need a new start?
Why won’t this passion leave my heart?
No, I don’t want to write anymore!
Unless that’s what all this feeling’s for?
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Another day, another time,
what will be tomorrows rhyme?
A rocky past has taken its toll.
Still wonderful people surround my soul.
My head still filled with uncertainty.
And always will be, but that’s just me.
My words fill pages no one will see.
Pencils get shorter, I wish they were free.
Another day, another time,
life’s hard while dreams sublime.
My heart’s thawing from winters long.
My eyes see both right and wrong.
Moments are filled with surprise.
Youth traded becoming wise.
To question this is wiser still.
The time will come, I know it will.
Another rainbow in shades of gray,
another time, another day!
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No Down Side
Creativity’s
not about making things up,
it’s making things work.
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Conundrum
If love made as much
as the time I spend writing,
I’d no time to write.
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All Good
Love is beautiful,
when all else is not. Love is
all when from the heart.
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Bedtime soon and demons shall awake;
but with a soul gone there’s none to take.
The screams in my head scare the spirits away.
Nightmares fast-forward to the light of day.
The ghosts turn white when I yell boo.
And the Reaper can shove his sickle too.
Coz in reality horror lives and fantasy dies.
And sleep‘s just a void behind closed eyes.
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Ever have a day when nothing goes right?
You get up late from a sleepless night.
The gray surrounds with no refrain.
The day’s chilly with dreary rain.
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Inhale some eggs with runny yolks.
Now running behind but out of smokes,
detoured to the store to buy some more.
Rush to work, tip toe through the door.
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But the boss is there, bad news had.
A report’s disappeared, computer’s bad.
The day runs long, no time for lunch.
Tomorrow’s the same, I’ve a hunch.
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Then finally home but all alone.
Heat’s off and chilled to the bone.
Boiler’s ready, thermostat’s not.
Batteries needed that I forgot.
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Hunger’s remembered, cupboards bare.
Cereal found, no milk to spare,
so half a box will have to do.
Nights half over, I’m glad it’s through.
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Our day apart has yet to start,
already I’m missing you.
I woke at dawn with a stretch and yawn,
my morning looking blue.
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Alone I sit, reminiscing a bit,
thinking of the things we do.
We talk and smile and hug a while,
then kiss an hour or two.
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My watch I spy with a longing eye,
wishing this day was through.
The feelings clear that you’re my dear,
you make each minute new.
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Awake I dream a subconscious stream,
my world comes in view.
Silently I sing of the joy you bring,
thankful our love is true.
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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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Time changes a changing day.
A change of heart just beats away.
Respect and admiration flow gleefully.
Desires swell exponentially.
Courage grows when feet should run.
Dreams await when words be fun.
With no eyes, face or voice to engage,
letters askew from heart, hand to page.
Lives texted is now the rage
Costumes change when word’s the stage.
Act’s order confused when time’s a game.
This world virtual is never the same.
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I warn you now, do not read this.
There are no verses of enlightened bliss.
There’s not a word you would ever miss.
It’s but a passage as I reminisce.
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Parts are true, some maybe not.
Time has fogged and some forgot.
Its pages of perspective yet to have a plot,
it’s yet to have an end or a juggernaut.
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To a readers’ mind it’s a fictional brew.
And like yours parts too are true.
Our characters blended to shade our hue.
Our morals sculpted to fit our view.
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Dreams are added, we all share those.
They’re a third of our life no one knows.
They’re also the guide that shapes and grows.
Our time awake, the dreaming then shows.
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Memories linger and lessons remain.
There’s good and bad but none to regain.
Forwards the choice regardless the brain,
the author’s irrelevant; we’ve all had our pain.
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If you’ve read this far just wait and see.
Our stories are similar, I think you’ll agree.
Our life is lived with hopes to be free.
And the ending’s the same for you and me.
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