Tribute Age Poems

small forest
The small forest or the woods by the white road
made of crushed sea-shells, was a place of enchantment 
Squirrels played here and had no...

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If, into my future, I get a sudden chance to peep
I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive;
My mother left us at that ripe...

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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A tribute to Marie,
Marie, you seemed to draw the short straw in life,
Again and again, 
Yet somehow you were able find a way to keep...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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In youth we can do all things.                  ...

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Once a hero
now a doddering old man
I cry...

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His strongest whimsy is in truth
His wieldest joke lies in ugly view
He relates with all unlike sleuth
Just keep being the real best you

He is neither...

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Hustle:
Is not for him,
Satisfying Success,
But value on others impact
Struggling!

His look previews mind,
Tightening ways to a new start...
Who won't work to live,
But earn money while age...

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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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At the ripe old age of three,                                     ...

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Your cool brilliant yet inner sparkling smiles 
Flashes muse in its own peace so radiant
Uproot thistles, plant milestones dating miles
Good days of prizes cum pure...

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What thoughts exist behind your sullen eyes?
What hardships has your weathered self endured?
Determination in your sad face dies
within that haunting stare, past years ensured.

Your piercing,...

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“IF—”
for an Immature Age

If you can damn a warm January day
  As part and parcel of a worldwide curse,
And not let the ignorance in...

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