Memory Chocolate Poems

Like yesterday, bitterness clings to my tongue
That memory refuses to be undone.
February 14th, a cherub's play,
His arrow struck, leading me astray.

A tiny angel, drapped in...

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Food glorious food

Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean...

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Hot milk, cocoa, sugar - sometimes the simplest of things are the best. Standing over the pan, I watch the small curls of steam rise...

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Peer to peer vows of seeded cloud,
               Whirli-o-Wisp, of Creation,
 ...

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It is not mandatory
However, I feel that it is my duty
To respond to Carl Brouard
‘Knowing how to drink is not an art
Drinking is not a...

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I posed no questions 
before my erroneous conception
I never asked to be or not to be
Serenading deserted streets with dirges 
exploring absence in back alleys
reciting...

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Addicted to Love

I am addicted to you 
sweet child. 
You made me laugh, 
from your first smile
to the first time
you called my name. 
Nothing from...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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Stars Shine Bright

In the heavens above, 
I see your face. 
It is the face of grace, 
holding me close, 
so I do not lose my...

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As our family gathered for Easter…within a few minutes…in my brain…a memory was jarred…of our children and grandchildren searching for eggs the Easter Bunny had...

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Just a Note

What does that mean, 
taking time...
and dwelling on a memory?
It is a choice, 
sometimes of our own making, 
but not always. 

Our lives...

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their hue so striking
standing tall in the garden
sunflowers beaming

my deep crimson rose
has the trace of chocolate
like the evening skies

on the street of dreams
are showstopper maple...

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Finders Fee
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i can trace augurous rebellion in any trace, whisper, tremour, even an...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Maza-ratee!           (Maserati) 

The computer of choice. 
A tele-byte of memory, plus,  
a few extra...

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