Another day apart is another day to start.
A day to start loving you over again.
Another night alone but we’ll talk on the phone.
And we’ll make our weekend plans.
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The weekend’s nearly here to be with my dear.
And together we’ll share our wishes.
Our weekend will too soon end and a text I’ll send.
It’s another chance to say “I love you”, again.
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A thought a glance a word or line.
What will inspire tomorrows’ rhyme?
It could be anguish or love, death or a bug.
Maybe it’s the past, future or running out of time.
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Or maybe not, sometimes the present forgot.
A mind’s sometime scattered with distraction sublime.
Walls can be high and we leap or crash.
This time time leapt for today’s tomorrow’s rhyme.
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Inner roots entrenched un-nurtured.
Branches straggled poetic, undeterred.
Once lost in space above the din,
depths blurred visions within.
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Years consumed by sheer ambivalence.
The forest’s unseen, unseen for relevance.
The knowable hidden for unknown fear.
Darkness sweeps focus clear.
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Cloud’s parting from the blues of green.
Sunbeams felt, sky’s now seen.
Whilst logging life milled in rhyme,
nothing’s saved, saved for next time.
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Mornings I wake thinking of you.
By day we share a text or two.
Evenings we chat on the phone.
Dreams soon follow and never alone.
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There you’re always in my arms,
I in awe of your many charms.
Too soon the alarm will surely ring.
Then I’ll rise to hear the birds sing.
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Eyes open, thankful for another day.
Passion’s felt, though far away.
Words then flow with you I’ll share.
It’s my love in verse to show I care.
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Got out of bed,
scratched my head.
What will I write today?
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The day is new,
my mind’s askew.
No thoughts of what to say.
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Poured my coffee in a cup,
needing a little pick-me-up.
Why must the day be gray?
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The clock ticks fast,
gone is the past.
Still dues I pay.
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For tonight I wait,
I’ve a welcome date.
She helps me see the way.
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The night will end,
a note I’ll send.
That love’s here to stay.
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The day will come
when words won’t flow.
Could be tomorrow,
I don’t know.
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That won’t mean
my feelings have waned.
It means I’ll find a new way
to keep you entertained.
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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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In a poet’s eyes future’s seen.
And the hands of time will pen.
Your kiss inspires another poem.
It’s not how but when.
So it’s time for another tomorrow poem,
because I’ll to see you then.
Our evening will be the most delightful.
Until we meet again.
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Daily poetry’s flowing free.
It’s the thought of you and me.
A dream come true, I couldn’t foresee.
She’s a vision of loveliness if ever there be.
This wonderful surge came surprisingly,
though an end will come to this writing spree.
But my love will keep, I hope you see.
The only limit is my longevity.
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A little critique of critics;
their last line the next predicts.
With none to explain,
they poke and complain.
But the hardened unfazed by pricks.
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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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This morning’s note to say all’s well.
Our love rings true, clear as a bell.
The past’s behind and some was hell.
Our flip-side sounds sweet. No need to dwell.
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The future awaits your love song,
so I’ll keep writing, it won’t be long.
It’ll be the story of a lucky guy.
He looked to the heavens and given the sky.
His clouds paint murals of contemplation.
The wind whispers melodic inspiration.
In the dark of night visions now clear and bright.
The day’s sunlight consumed by your sight.
Sunrise’s more vibrant as each new day begins.
Sunsets shared and this lucky guy wins.
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A pad in lap a hand set free.
A mind wanders for words to see.
Emotions enhanced, troubles relieved.
Time unconditional, imagination believed.
Notes of nowhere, deciphering dared.
Scribbles scrawl, reluctance repaired.
Visions doodle in a borderless plane.
Consumed is all in a leaderless reign.
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The sun rose, something’s gone astray.
Words returning I hope some other day.
Till then seek I shall something to say.
And express my love of you some other way.
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Pick’s in hand, sticks in mind,
harps guide in words I find.
Inspiration meets, greets and fleets.
Hearts feel souls on streets.
Vibrations good, silence strange.
Eyes flicker, scenes change.
A world of waves: hellos, goodbyes.
Exuberance crashes laughs with cries.
Future’s run forward, stepping away.
Winnings cost, losses sway.
Pencil’s sharp to fill the gray.
F M, I’ll beat another day.
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Just a little note, it’s what I do;
words best convey my love of you.
While tomorrows may be better poetry,
nothing’s better than you for me.
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I’m too old to be a rock star,
too young to drive a big car.
With a Bugs Bunny brain and body of Fudd,
both barrels blaze, half’s a dud.
In my high fidelity cartoon I animate,
pages fanned, notes came late.
Rhythm’s slowed, meter’s now feet,
when the song remains the same chapter’s complete.
Yet I’ve albums to fill and records to break,
while my quill gently weeps for time I ache.
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Tomorrow’s poem I’ve yet to write.
My day was full as is the night.
My mind is racing, my hand still.
Emotions’ flowing but dry is my quill.
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My eyes grow heavy in search of light.
My body’s weary, none left to fight.
Soon I’ll dream of worlds unknown.
All ends the start of a new day grown.
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I’m not blue or is the sky gray.
My feelings for you haven’t gone astray.
My heart is yours and here to stay.
But I have no little poem today.
Gladly “I love you” I can always say.
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Another sun rose, words yet to appear.
Birds chirping happily, their voices I can’t hear.
My darling soon awoken, my hearts full of cheer.
Life filling silence sounds to me so dear.
Another morning passes, writing is unclear.
Returning soon it may, or maybe many a year.
I thought I wrote with pencil, I guess it’s with my ear.
Now another day’s calling, time to get in gear.
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