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The Tragic Life of a Leaf

You start out green and new, as a brand new shoot, nurtured by a ‘Loving Mother Tree,’ and surrounded by lush, growing sibling leaves all
In relative, naive Harmony.
You mature and grow into The Most Beautiful Version of Yourself, peaking a little too early, given the length of your life cycle.
After you’ve served Your Purpose (you were never told what it was), your kindly mother turns on you;
Once she nurtured you, watered you, and warmed you by sunlight.
You were whole and thriving and complete.
Now, She cuts off these vital nutrients.
All of a sudden, you’re given no light, no food, no water.
And no answers about WHY.
Your sibling leaves are going through a similar situation,
So they are of very little use to you.
Frankly, they’re every bit as confused as you.
You slowly starve and dry up until you’re officially “desiccated.”

Then, the Mother Tree drops you.
The winds of change blow you onto a completely random path, forcing you to intermingle with leaves you don’t even know,
Making one last splash as “fall foliage,”
Which you don’t even enjoy because you look so differently than you did in your prime , you barely recognize yourself anymore.
The next thing you know, you’re 5 miles down the road, in a Stranger’s yard (not even a nice one),
Being raked into giant piles and stuffed into suffocating black garbage bags,
Kicked to the curb to ferment a little while, and then
Carted off by some rather grubby-looking men to be burned and cremated.

By that point, you welcome it.

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Hate My Life

Every day I say:
I hate my life today.
I wish I’d never say 
I feel such things and ways.
But what can I do 
If it’s all too true?
And when did it come true?
I’m asking me, not you.

There’s nothing YOU can do
To change my mind 
Or change my life.
I wish that it was true
That ANYONE could do
ANYTHING for me
To change the way I see

How much my life sucks,
How very much I buck
My terribly awful luck 
To hate my life so much.

I feel I’ve lost all touch,
Lost every bit of trust 
Things will ever change 
Since life’s become so strange.

Indeed, it’s quite inane 
I always feel insane 
When I am not to blame
My life has turned this way.

The one who is to blame 
Is so much more than lame,
Though I won’t state his name.
I know you’d feel the same 
If your life was this way.

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My Gaze Is Fixed On You

Some like to gaze at stars;
I stare instead at you.

Compared to how you glow,
They sparkle like the moon. 

You light my inner darkness; 
Your power shines so bright. 

You hold the whole night sky
On shoulders blazing tight. 

You raise each crimson sun 
With arms of strength and trust.

On you I place my faith 
You’ll break the dawn from dusk.

You flood me with fresh oxygen, 
Exhale my every breath.

My molecules are vivified;
You love me Life from Death.

I’m fully formed when we embrace.
Your beauty’s growing on my face;
All imperfection is erased.

Some choose to gaze at stars at night,
But I’m transfixed by You.

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The Ashy Tale of Post-Cinderella

She tired of being a step,
The toil and aloneness.
She dreamt of being a princess
Before midnight.

Sadly, only frogs arrived,
Their magic never tricking her,
Damning her to shine,
Under cloak of Darkness
During Its wee hours,
Leaving her a pile of cinder
With the return of every sun.

She thought it was her only Ending,
Making It “The Only One.”
Now she’s been returned to Step,
Below where she first begun.

It fills her mouth with ash,
Shreds her heart to trash:
This hope to be a part of Sum
Instead of “Only One.”

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A Foregone Conclusion

Life has surely broken me.
I’ve flunked out at Everything.
Why consider equally
When Options just desert Me?

Too grimed up, I cannot see
A single reason surfacing,
Hiding Places changing,
Constantly and arbitrarily,
Disappoint inevitably.

It only ends up baffle-ing
That the Ones who stuck by Me
Were No One and Nobody.
The Needed ones Abandoned me,
Never even wanted me.

Been let down by EveryOne
And 100% of Practically
All and and Every Single Thing,
Left for dead and wasting
To a husk of Me.

So what's the point,
Quite pointlessly,
When you will only
Start new things?
Old ones failing,
Interest lost and dropping,
Forcing hands repeatedly.

Home to pack a bag and leave,
All doors slammed resoundingly,
Locks all changed and shut to me.
Happy Endings Abruptly.

Don't care what you do to me.
Lost my sensitivity:
Burning hurts so painfully.
Once Angry scars
Protect My Heart
From all Hope,
Now lost to me.

It doesn’t hurt, just disappoints.
I have no mass, I’ve been disjoined,
Won’t shatter when you drop me.

All do eventually;
A mere eventuality,
Forgone Conclusively.

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Poems Are Easy

Writing poems is easy.
You start with an IQ,
You think a thought or two,
Then, once struck by Luck,
(The waiting is the worst part)  
You capture one before it actually exits.
Now I know that part sounds easy,
But it’s just the starting point;
And think how often you change your mind! 

So you take these few mundane thoughts,
And your brain must be damaged
‘Just Precisely So’
You only CAN think mundane thoughts,
But you CAN phrase them in an…
I’ll be damned!…
Fairly clever way!

Meanwhile, you must skillfully and simultaneously juggle at least FOUR of the following literary devices:
•Metaphor (he’s the lead character in Poetry)
•Simile (vice-president & used in subtitle)
•Idioms
•Wordplay (a personal favorite)
•Sarcasm (a LIFE favorite)
•Irony (my life’s Reality)
•Parody (often confused with Reality)
•Alliteration
•Intentional Factual Inaccuracy 
•Selective Capitalization
•Cliche (Avoid! Same , same way!)
•Allegory
•Dystopian Future, and
•Sentimental Memory (must be clouded by the past).

But we’re just warming up.
Once you’ve translated your original two thoughts
Into a poem, using the skills listed above,
You must dip the poem in a 
Rich coating of Hyperbole, 
Fourteen times,
Backwards AND Forwards,
As well as ‘sprinkled lightly with’
And ‘threaded throughout.’

If any of this makes sense to you,
And equally-skilled are you,
Or even NOT,
(One can make virtually ANYTHING sound poetic or pathetic),
Then you, too, can write poems and 
A Poet Laureate are You!

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Poetry By Age Is Not Poetry By Numbers

I decided what separates
The poems of the Young
From the poems of the Old
Isn’t the song sung nor story told;
Rather it’s down to The Style
Which captures a Frown or a Smile.

Do You prefer to mentally copulate
With the first prick of fresh heartache,
Or do you prefer the dejection,
Pain and unspared despair 
Of often brutally-inflicted
Repeat Rejection

It’s simply a matter of taste.
A Choice doesn’t have to be made.
We can Break your heart Either Way.

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Looking For Love

My insides are crying 
For once they’re not lying 
And hiding my fears
Along with the tears
I’ve suppressed and repressed
For nigh on a year.

At first I was happy,
Maybe a little sappy.
But you chose to forsake me,
So I then mistaked me.

I called into question
My whole identity 
Which practically breaked me;
And the hope I used to cope 
Is now dusted in arrears.

I just want the rush again;
I just want to love again.
But I can’t find no available men
I’m willing to let in.
They treat me like a pawn,
Lead me on,
Call me at dawn,
And just want to spawn.

How can I go on?
Without true passion, I’m thrashin’
’With the dread I’ll soon be dead.
So please help me along 
And sing a song 

I’ll find a guy 
Who’s set his gaze, his hazy sight
On only me, the ghost in white. 
He would make his home with me
And not feel he’s alone with me.

It would mean a lot to me:
I’ve been deprived of love, you see, 
For what feels like eternally.
Now I can’t get enough,
Can’t even find the stuff.
I fear I’ll lose my lust for life, 
Replaced instead by spleen or spite.

But my!  How I despise a fight!
Why? Because I’m such a light, 
Burning, blazing, blaring bright.
I simply need a caring guy 
Who only wants to hide each night
By my side, squeeze me tight, 
Take delight, and love me right.

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A Quick Study: In Honor of Q, R, S, T, and U

She’s a quick study 
Whose Understudy
Understands: She
Needs not Study
Or Overstudy,
Study Steadily,
Or Study Readily,
She’s always Ready,
She Studies Steadily,
And studies Regularly,
UnTil You’re Ready
Really ready 
To go steady.

If Still not ready
To go steady? 
She won’t sweat it;
Won’t regret it.
She’ll just Discredit 
With Your Understudy.

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Gasp of Air

GASP OF AIR

Death claims all the Victory
In this life given to me. 
It owns the very parts of Me
Which mingled with One’s chemistry 
To build a brand new entity,
Just to have him ripped from me.

Who was the enemy?
My own womb, specifically
Betrayed us all, ejecting
This tiny piece of Humanity.
Scrap to you?  Not to me.

I still ache longingly 
To nurse and cradle this piece to me.
Twenty years and constant suffering,
More Death than Life, if you ask me,
Since my three children’s lives
Were deemed by Someone “Not to Be,”
And Mother never made of me.

What rules for such a Tragedy?
No One knew, apparently.
All Baby Bumps avoided me,
As if my “inability To carry” 
An unspeakable disease,
Passed contagiously. 

Alone, I bear their Memories;
Always My Responsibility.
Now I’ve become too fatigued 
To honor them effectively;
They only Live in Memory.
I’m not too proud to beg your sympathy.
I’ll even make this plea upon my knees:

Would you be willing, 
Momentarily,
To hold MY children in YOUR hearts
So I can breathe?