Stone Age Poems

By George (burning hard), I Shaw tried to playwright

offers his unsolicited tidbits 
as scene courtesy 
the following virtually 
staged philosophical insight.

Arch back like 
a professional...

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Beware The Ides of March 2023
 
Ides simply referred to first new moon, 
which usually fell between 
the thirteenth and fifteenth day
of a given month.

The...

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Change is like a rolling stone,
It moves on and on and on,
It's never still, never the same,
It's ever-changing, ever-growing.

It can be scary and unknown,
But it...

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In youth we can do all things.                  ...

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Variations On A Theme...
of hodgepodge strewn helter skelter
wonky inviting reader to mentally swelter.

Ach'n (ache Ken and burn'n) 
kickstarting existential and proverbial struggle
me species classified as...

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Harold the Hugh Hefner carrot top buck

Ruled his hare'm 
nsync with trumpeting Donald Duck,
(loud enough to arouse Daisy),
the former cartoon character,
a pensive searing black kind...

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Watercolor Cat, Watercolor Cat,
You are the most wonderful Watercolor Cat I have ever could dream about,
And I wonder, my friend Watercolor Cat, and admire you...

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Increase In Head Size

impossible mission to encapsulate notion 
flitting hither and yon, to and fro
within cranium attached to mine body,
whereby irrefutable proof prevails
predicated when yours...

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At the ripe old age of three,                                     ...

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Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path...

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We've somehow got to find the will to carry on
The fire to fight will burn within us
Ignited by the sweetness of the dawn
We've traveled for...

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Regged are the faces 
Drowning in waste 
Lost forgotten out of place.

Gold does not fade or decay, 
it knows no warmth or kindness
only filigreed in...

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Blindful, mindful you
partake of yourself blissful
leave no stone unturned
...

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Upon my face, I bare wrinkles of this life
They emerge like ripples on the surface of a pond
Caused by a pebble or a breeze, hardships...

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