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Old Man

Old Man
(for Pema)

The older I get the more I feel I fade away.
It’s not a bad thing it’s just what is
As old friends die off one by one
While others just drift away
And the passions I once knew 
Become nothing more than a lingering scent.
Maybe it takes too much effort
To do or feel anything more,
Maybe it’s

Getting a Grasp on Our Thoughts

When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?

We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.

Without

''am I getting fat mr edvard''

.

                               az up thuh nymph
                    

Getting things done

I wake up fully psyched
On track full charge toward my goals
~ My vision couldn’t be clearer



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

GETTING READY IN NATURE

GETTING READY IN NATURE

Lions shaking all off…
Elephants self showering…
Snakes changing their skins…
Human nature needs cleaning…
Time to wipe out injustice…

i remember getting old

we know more now than we knew then
.
we were younger
smiles came easy
and memories were made
like spun cotton candy
and one pony carousels
.
there were fewer reasons to cry
more seasons to fly
and the red in red roses 
seemed never to fade away
.
it was easy to laugh and run into the forest
golden with morning
to lay for hours watching clouds
and

Fella Meatus

Disturbed by the interruptions 
He would be disrupted by my
Skill
Thrill of collaboration 
When ones partners are
Determined and real
In that self satisfaction 
If achieving a goal
What's in it for me
Ain't gonna work cause
We are not in control
Tallow shall disguise the
Earthy taste of the ostrich
and garlic and onions
Shall compliment it's already
beefy taste
the mushrooms and wines shall
Subdue the

Getting Over You

It’s been a year now since we were like family,
We talk sometimes now, but are so far from how close we use to be,
When I drive by your estate, the one I spent so many nights in,
I think of when we were just two inseparable kids,

It shouldn’t hurt this much to see you moving on,
But

Getting in The Way

I am always trying
to put words into the mouth
of mornings, speak 
over the quiet that descends 
at dusk when the world
pauses to take a breath.

It is my voice I hear
echoing back in the wind
and my fears that crawl
the dark on those long nights.
I make the world
a reflection of me.

I seem to get in the way
and

Getting Accustomed to Life

    They do well to accustom you to life
  
       ~ the process of going under the knife

Getting the Recipe Right

     She kneaded and rolled it past midnight
        precisely added egg-white

     Yet she still didn’t get the recipe right
        ‘til she mixed love in with daylight

Getting wise to it

I hate that I let people waste my time.
They'll clutter my head with busy chatter
and I let them unload their garbage.

They walk away without a clue
that they have defecated on my peace.

I keep thinking they'll get wise to it
but they never do and still I say nothing
but maybe just maybe today's the day...



AP: Honorable Mention

We're Probably Getting Back Together Soon

My phone died this week.
I’ve ordered a new one—
I’d like to say I’ve enjoyed the silence,
just lo-fi music playing, slipping into a flow state.
But I’d be lying.

Only a handful of friends to tell.
Enough to register 
the tragedy of going off-grid 
like it’s 1503—
where I imagine
I’d be decent 
at throwing logs on a fire,
but useless at

Getting Chummy

“Doo-doo, doo-doo,” we hear the beast coming.
Music gets under our skin. The worst of attacks,
narrated by the boat’s captain. Unsettling sink
of the USS Indianapolis. Just below the hull,
a giant life wanting to strike a blow. This boat
a smaller target. Getting chummy, stomachs
lurching. Baited by grimmer details. A solid blow
to the vessel. All hands on deck

Getting Her Into My Life

do you want to know a secret
a hard days night, of no regret
saw this girl, seems like yesterday
misery soon flying away
and as I saw her standing there
from me to you, a kiss I’ll share
got to get you into my life
so please, please me, become my wife

money can't buy me love, I knew
she let it be

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