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Gideon Grey Poem
BOUND
We’re bound from birth, our path too clear
Conformity reigns, we dare to veer
Play it straight and fall in place
Buckle down, you’ll win the race
Need for expression, no need for that
Everyone needs to wear the same hat
Wander off course or stray from path
You’re ostracized, beware the wrath
Creative types, you know the ones
Their unkempt hair and lack of funds
The artsy crowd without a care
Berets worn black, causeless flair
Yet abstract form and deviceful eye
Radiate light on gray streaked sky
Without free thought we play the fools
We must transcend archaic rules
Linear thinking it has its place
In modern times it makes a case
But if one dares to lose one’s face
I just might love this human race
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Gideon Grey Poem
ONCE WERE KINGS
Pigskin sails past outstretched arms
Another inch perhaps?
Grins on faces kids from afar
Memories made memories lapse
Neither friends nor foe, yet strangely so
They seemed like us but strangely no
A tackle too hard, a tackle too late
We share in victory, we share in hate
We huddle like penguins with nearly a sound
Plays are drawn on hands or ground
Nods are given, all is clear
Our secret safe, our secret sound
The play unfolds, not quite as planned
Defense charge, our line outmanned
Quarterback scrambles, the outcome dim
No fear of defeat nor life and limb
A last chance prayer, Hail Mary by name
Don’t anyone say it’s only a game
Bragging rights pending, youth in their prime
It meant so much to us at the time
Recollection muddied but joy it brings
We meet at ball fields, our kids on swings
Were prayers ever answered?
Does it matter at all?
We were rivals and pals
When we were kings
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COMPANION
Countless hours, time no concern
Side by side, how much we’ve learned
Through ups and downs and thick or thin
We march together, new tales to spin
No longer a canter, your gait without pep
Rumors mills churning
Have you lost a step?
Senses diminished, speckles of white
Onward we push, onward we fight
Betrayal of age, the cycle of life
Sauntering quietly, causing much strife
Our hearts melded solid, our thoughts are as one
Losing the battle but war has been won
Not always together, at times on our own
Filling days with dreams we have grown
Dreams of nirvana, dreams of gold
Dreams spent together
Never get old
Someday I know our paths must part
Furry fellow dear to my heart
One knows a place where dreams come true
Side by side, just me and you
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CHILDREN
As expressions go, some obsolete
Taken for granted, often weak
A closer look, beneath the hood
Lies hidden truth not understood
Children, our future, it’s often heard
A common notion, but how absurd
For children grow, become full grown
Where are these fruits of seeds they’ve grown?
Mistakes were made along the way
Mistakes of old and yesterday
Followed footsteps, no changes made
Trusting that they make the grade
Aged thoughts I beckon thee
Like waves returning to the sea
Give way to change, release your hold
Let reason shine and truth be told
The future’s now, no time to yield
To future minds whose fate is sealed
Like brittle branches on winter trees
The outcome certain you might agree
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MEETUP
Why can’t you see me?
I sit here so close
Am I invisible?
Or merely a ghost?
A circle of nomads
A wandering tribe
We gather for game night
To share a good vibe
The words that I utter
Those words which I groom
Leave me here idle
The lonely buffoon
The stroke of your hair
A touch of your hand
Might this be my path?
To the promised land
The sound of your voice
The timbre’s effect
I ask myself often
Might we connect?
I know that I’m lacking
In all that you yearn
How can I please you?
How can I learn?
Why can’t you see me?
I’m sitting quite near
Alas game night’s ending
Till next time my dear
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OLD FRIEND
Familiar friend, your simmering glow
I welcome you whole and heartedly know
When day is night and ebb is flow
I trust in you, our love will grow
When dawn is dusk, then sun is moon
Your welcome face, the dullness soon
Neither red nor blue, no rays of light
Just shades of gray my dreams tonight
No princess to rescue
No tales of lore
Just spiraling down
And spiraling more
No faces or places or loves I’ve known
I dream of nothing and nothing alone
Together we cry, forever we moan
The pain my companion, together we’ve grown
Morning looms my bliss shall end
I’ll miss my companion; I’ll miss my old friend
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