Short Bran New Poems

Wake up feeling fresh
Have a shower, dry my flesh 
 Out my window bran new day
I love my morning Saturday 

Playful day lots of fun
Underneath summer sun
Plenty daydreams walking dog
Some come true, some get lost...

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o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow-
whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee-
inside,still seems bran new
my youthful outlook,stays
albeit,passing days-
a future lies ahead
beyond the grave,He said
the narrow path,to tread...

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I have a hole in my shoe
I don’t know what to do
I could buy bran new
I could try some glue

Maybe a plaster or two
Silly me there for fingers and knee
I got to think hard 
Maybe some leather and tar

Mastic works on sealing gutters
Mutter, mutter to myself
Think I’ll ask an elf 
If he can’t do it, he can wash the delph...

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o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow

whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee

inside,still seems bran new
my youthful outlook,stays
albeit,passing days

a future lies ahead
beyond the grave,He said
the narrow path,to tread

in a resurrected body,new
for what I did for you 


quatorzain-free form sonnet...

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"AS THE MISTY MOON RIDES HIGH"
Hoots from hungry owls' echo through the valleys 
With the morning sun half awake 
A bran new day opens eyes 

Surviving through another night 
Chipmunks, squirrels, possums, and hare 
Play joyfully- until the sun sinks... 
And the owl hoots again 

One less hare- but three new baby kits 
Jump out from their nest, next morn!  
With the mist just about to ride high again 
SWOOP!  Breakfast at Tiffany's...for Mr. Owl 

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