Short Xxi Poems

Eduard Manet au cafe
a typica scene of his day
Plum Brandy* for a 'happy-hour' gal
a 'break' in her nearsst 'locale'
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brick wall climb/ascent
spiral shell against red brick
snail's steady labor
patience etched in slime trail
nature's victory assured...

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Donald's faithful to his red star
Putin loves the Don from afar
Bizarre it may seem
It's been Vladimir's dream
To have an American Tsar...

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Ever since the hour when first we met
your dearest memory my silhouette
the face of my greatest triumph

enamored by the pleasant elation
‘twas the brush of your skin
which fostered a phenomenon
Before a generation

We conquered centuries with ease
Ever seeking to discover the genesis
‘twas love set anew...

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ten feet away
from the woman with sunken,
tired eyes, sifting through her coupons

a crumpled dollar bill
is flattened against a man’s
paint splattered, sun-stained jeans.

he walks out, pockets lined with possibility,
she walks out with a stooped back.

the automatic door slides open
for the both  of them all  the same....

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Time
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Time was created by man
Setting when we do things
When we sleep or wake
When we eat
Even when we are born
And when we die
All recorded down to the minute
No one can hide from it
No one can escape it
All we can do is count it down
Make the best of what we have left
Before we don’t have any more

© Poem – X/XXI/MMXXI...

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You were always taught
Life was a line from birth to death
Everything was planned for you
Instead, there are so many choices
So many tracks you can follow
Some will lead to good places
Others will not be so good
One track will be absolute perfection
The thing is you do not know which one
So, before you travel choose wisely
Remember, it is all up to you

© Poem – VII/XXI/MMXXI...

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There is something missing
He has no idea what it is
His life is just lacking something
He has looked for so long
He even had a vision of it once
But it left as fast as it appeared
Still, he has never cried over it
His life will go on without it
It won't be as happy as it should
But he will trod along facing life as he should
He has always been just that type

© Poem – XII/XXI/MMXXI...

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Outside an isolated cemetery
A lady walks through a foggy night
Always the same night...May Seventh
She never moves from her path
Always looking straight ahead
She can speak but she has no voice
Even the birds and animals are silent
She is never seen for too long
As you pass and maybe look back for her
She becomes part of the fog
And goes back to her world
Wherever that may be

© Poem – XXI/V/MMXXIV
LRET

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