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Artist



                        Tonight like a child,
                           caring not the time
                                  nor the place.
                         Studying you as only an
                                artist could know.
                          The lines and features
                             of your face.

                          I've painted this picture
                               a thousand times,
                             remembering you,
                                  when we're apart.


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Old Shoe Box

                           I'll take our times together,
                             and put them away
                           in a old shoe box.
                            Wrapped in yesterdays newspaper.

                            Brought back when things
                               weight me down.
                            Hidden from prying eyes,
                              and those who may
                                  understand.

                             For when the clouds arrive,
                                   and storms brew over the 
                             horizon.
                             I'll hide away and open my shoe box,
                               and smile the day away.


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Waiting a Long Time

Tucker Carwile
1/22/2012
                                  

                                   So many years,
                                         hiding,
                                    always wondering,
                                      if these works are real.

                                    Finding you with
                                          just a click.
                                     A place to post your thoughts.

                                     Reading others,
                                         that have been hiding
                                      as I , 

                                      Thank you poetysoup,
                                            for making my 
                                       feelings come true.


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THE LONE SENTINEL

                                     As I walk the beach
                                        a seagull
                                      a lone sentinel,
                                      announces my coming.
                                      His shrill cry beckoning,
                                             his comrades to fly.

                                      When I pass,
                                             they will return
                                       as though I'd never passed
                                           that way before.

                                       Covering my tracks with their
                                           thousand little feet.
                                         And again that lone sentinel,
                                          Posted to guard against
                                                 intruders.


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Winter Walks


                                Winter walks,
                                   on summer beaches,
                                 but for you and I.
                                 Marking our steps 
                                        in soft sand,
                                  that soon,
                                 the tide must wash away.
                                 
                                    

                                  Months from now,
                                     our walks will have been
                                   forgotten.

                                 Beaches crowded with bodies dressed,
                                     in summer styles.
                                   We will have become
                                        last years news.


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Tomorrow


                     I hardly know you,
                           your favorite color,
                       or what makes you
                                 smile or cry.

                     What is your favorite movie?
                     Or does that really matter.

                     Tomorrow when I roll over,
                          you will be gone.

                      And if by chance we meet on a street,
                           will you remember my name?


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Strange Places


                                  When I rolled over with you,
                                     I gazed at blankets
                                            hung over dirty windows,
                                   The ceiling,
                                          with designs from
                                       JC Penney Co.
           
                                      And then,
                                            there you are.
                                      Smiling, 
                                            touching,
                                         knowing that with you.
                                      We can make this place
                                         the Hilton.
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Looking upward '82

                                      I remembered a time in spring
                                         when I glazed upward,
                                      the clouds taking shapes of
                                           trains, elephants, lions and cars.
                                       I could spend hours playing my
                                                games.

                                       Now, when I look up,
                                          those shapes are gone.
                                       In their place, words like cumulus,
                                           cirrus, stratus and cumulonimbus
                                        enter.
                                       
                                        Somehow I like the old games better.


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Store Bought Words

                                    Words can be bought for $2.50,
                                          in any bookstore.
                                     And can be used for less---

                                     It's not what you say,
                                          but how you say it.

                                      Need you speak,
                                        when you can show me
                                                     well enough.


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Mornings

        
                             Mornings are meant for me,
                                 quiet times to think,
                              gathering data for the afternoon.

                              Watching the morning sun rise
                                   against the turning sky.
                               Able to recount my past evenings
                                         thoughts.

                                As the morning ages,
                                      the quiet is broken,
                                  by the business of the coming day.
                                 As my thoughts are pushed back.

                                 Until the next mornings sun.


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