Short Rums Poems

I didn't notice
how fast time was going—
all the commotion,
it's quite the distraction.

This perpetual motion,
lost in a sea of consumption,
all for social devotion.

Lacking what we left behind,
now chasing dimes with our time.

Is it wrong to numb
with lights and rums?

Moments between moments are what we miss—
something as a kid
I didn't notice....

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Red, White and Pink
Common roses are given to them
Couples are on a bliss
Celebrating the special day…

Mumbling those who didn’t receive
Love notes crumpled for the broken hearted
Whisky, rums and all sorts are for them
Caring the pain of the uncommon day…

The restaurants are fully booked
Parking lots, movie houses are occupied too
Even pens are expensive for notes to write
What a Valentine's day, I am on a ride!...

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The fiddler arrived
with a wry froggy grin,
and the party was born
in the dance of the bow
'cross the taut and the tuned
through the shivers of time.

The lilly pads waltzed 
and the cattails all swayed
in a dream where the revelers
hopped the morning away,
while croaking the words
to their favorite song ~~

The bulls croaked their "jug o' rums",
and the tree frogs their "ribbits"
in chirruping glee until night
    became dawn......

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     'Fee Knee Seam Oh'...

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