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Just What Is a Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.

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Army Rangers Rescue Ufo Abductee

Up on  mountain top.
Just don't know how I got here.
Army Rangers  rescued me.
Says UFO kidnapped me.
Sure lucky I was let go.

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A Day At the Flea Market

Dealers arriving
Merchandise appearing.
Bargain hunters searching
Treasures departing.
Dealers exiting
with pockets a-jingling.

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Bacon - Yum Yum

Quickly the hikers rest with a freshly built                         ----------CAMPFIRE 
One of them flips out his ancient cast iron                         -------- PAN
Soon, fresh smells permeate the woods, something is       --------- FRYING
Having trekked and snacked on dates and raisins, so        ---------- TASTY
Smiles now appear  as they now sample  			    --------- BACON

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The Last American Jaguar

The message came to me as a cry from above,
The eagle cried and cried with the sounds of great mourning.
For it seems the last of the American jaguars has passed away.
While trying to rescue the magnificant creature.

This creature with spots so lovely has been exterminated with a final shove.
Now, this beautiful feline no longer will show it's face in each days dawning.
Goodbye, you wonderful creature, the eagle now has his goodbye say.
For we have just lost another of the woodland wonders we all so treasure.

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A Poet's Inspiration

A poet searching for rhyme
Finds a lover who betrays
Now he writes and writes.

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The Yeti's Conflict

As I set and ponder,
My mind does wander,
As if in search of an answer out yonder.

Suddenly, a I sense a thought from a creature so rarely seen.
But he allows his thoughts to enter my dream.
With desires that flow like a stream.

He says his name is Yeti, and lives in a land of high peaks.
And, he is not allowed to talk to men that travel about dressed like freaks,
Who run up and down the mountain in streaks.

Artificial fur these men always wear.
But, He and his clan can only stare.
For talking to them is something he can't even dare.

For ancient law prohibits them from talking to beings so strange.
But, he wishes to discuss the lands that so far away do range,
And much knowledge we could exchange.

Now, the dream does end
I now wonder how, to him, a message I could send.
So as to, cause his sadness to mend.

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Walk-About

I read of the Australian walk-about.
Where, when all out of sorts you walk and walk till you find yourself.

Well, it seems, I have been on a walk-about, for a very long time unable to shout.
One night, unable to sleep at 2am, I went for a stroll feeling unlike myself.

We lived in what some believe was very ancient Indian grounds.
Dating back to the dawn of time.

In amongst the spirits I sensed I felt one making very strange rounds.
this spirit and I felt a kinship, somehow, so I stopped upon a dime.

We shook heads in approval for I now felt I had met myself.
As if an old lost part of my life, stored like a dusty book, was now off the shelf.

Strange though it seems, ever since then, my life has undergone change.
As if I'm discovering new and grander territories through which to range.

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Oh If It Were Only True

White clouds hanging from a newly entered room, painted so blue.
Red lightening bolts shoot back and forth, searing my hair, with aim so true.
Pink carnations appear upon the wall.
Black recordings naming past lovers,  scrolled upon stacks of paper so tall.
Purple ribbons fall from above.
Yellow balloons, shaped like hearts, float, displaying love.

Doorway opens into a springtime scene.
All my past lovers seated upon park benches.
Smiling, and saying goodbye, all thanking me for the good times we had.
A stairway descends to the hells below, twisted and thorny so bad.

Suddenly I awaken and jump to my feet, feeling as if I had been in a wreck.
For I had fallen asleep, writing an alimony check.

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The Shadow

Would you believe the one thing the shadow does not know is how he came to be.
Stand in the sun and look to the other side of your body from which the sun does shine.
There you will find the shadow, which is something that cannot hear or see.
And, furthermore, the shadow seems to not even have a mind for it lives it's short life just fine.

Then the clouds whisk the sun from view and the shadow does not even say ouch..
For it goes into oblivion as if it never were.
Also, it seems, a magician will never find that shadow in any pouch.
Nor in any fine coat made of fur.

So in reality, the shadow is nothing to fear as it can do no harm.
Not even upon a farm.

But, the object that comes to block the light can be good or bad.
If you are playing as a child and your mother approaches and blocks the light.
Then you have no reason to be sad.
Unless you had done something wrong such as getting into a fight.