Short Unwrinkled Poems

Fond twizzle of dandelion —
Its snow of seeds, that tantalize
cerulean skies I lie in.

The invisible suns arise
With warmest swarm of honey bees,
The sweetest taste of Summer breeze.

Unwrinkled face of youth repose.
My eyes, they blink the flakes quick freeze.

4/27/2019...

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Vigilant, I watched you sleep,
your face untroubled,
unwrinkled by harsh,
corrugating conscious time.
Did dreams of comforts
or of losses once
bring smiles,
grimaces?
Free from worldly worries,
you're innocent once more.
I am faithless, 
but, through tears I
see you rest easy.
No more awakings:
long deep death
is endless.
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I travel alone in the trip of life
Jewelry left behind but diamonds in the eyes
With blisters in my heart and oxygen enough
To hover free over unwrinkled  canyons
I live in my car hoarding childhood giggles
Pelicans are my new pen pals 
                                - their fate collide with mine -
addicted to the current of an upside down planet
I keep on filming Life until I say...Good Bye......

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Pat-I-na or PAT-i-na? Both are acceptable 
   For without it, an object is less than delectable

Bronze or copper sculptures may be raw and exciting  
   But without any patina, they won't be inviting

As with a young lady of 20 next to a dame a bit older
   One's skin is unwrinkled; the other's patina is bolder  

And so too with poems, be they old or brand-new  
   The former take on patina; the latter need glue...

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(for all poets who cannot stop revising)

I am not finished
I am never finished
In the poet’s head
I am kneaded indefinitely

I am not finished
often typed
put in writing
spread imaginary
I am always one step
ahead of the poet

I am never finished
forever young
because the poet
smooths my wrinkles
forever and ever

But am I finished
when the poet is finished?
Or do I get a legal guardian 
and an unwrinkled future?...

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