Autumn
...Autumn
….. is mortally wounded!
It stumbles, tumbles
across the silken, rouged sky
quivering over rusted hedges
shivering through shouldered trees,
splattering, smattering
everything in bl...
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Categories:
wobbling, autumn, imagery,
Form: Free verse
where do I go from here
...where do I go from here Jehovah. I have tried and I have not succeed. I did what you have adviced and failed. I have followed your example and instead I am being ostracized. You have seen my afflict...
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Categories:
wobbling, absence, abuse, anger, bullying,
Form: Free verse
Winter Violin
...Time seems to be picking up speed
a freight train without engineer
Hendrix electric guitar on amphetamines.
Time is picking up speed
children born yesterday
wobbling off to college the next.
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Categories:
wobbling, time,
Form: Rhyme
AoTEARoa aka New Zealand
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Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Co...
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Categories:
wobbling, paradise,
Form: Rhyme
endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me
...endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me...
like the infinite vista
upon the midwestern plain
farther than the eyes of mine
(an ascetic and copacetic
shortsighted father of tw...
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Categories:
wobbling, absence, adventure, allusion, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
The Music of Waves
...“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or bar...
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Categories:
wobbling, appreciation, sea, song,
Form: Free verse
Leaf
...Lone, tall, verdant wobbling leaf
Strong autumn gales come
Immovable, unbending...
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Categories:
wobbling, analogy, autumn, green, september,
Form: Haiku
Ages Have Gone By
...Ages have gone by since they last visit the sky
The table has turned and they are traveling with
The clouds to the next end of the world to
open a museum for thee, where art is free
This is one ...
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Categories:
wobbling, america, boat, career, community,
Form: Narrative
To The Child In Me
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I write this to you,
the child in me that hasn’t grown up yet.
You may remember,
the yonder blue hills from the hazy horizon
cascaded gently down the emerald gradient
of the rhythmic u...
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Categories:
wobbling, childhood, memory,
Form: Free verse
ENJOY LIFE
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Get a life to enjoy in full,
Propel life on charm, being cool.
Dynamic active life at best.
On canvas of life, love to paste.
Always prompt, time never to...
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Categories:
wobbling, life,
Form: Rhyme
Hungry Eyes
...Shall I compose a song with the flute, drums and bass guitar?
Shall I sing the songs of my youth and exposed the truth? You see me standing over here trying to escape the omniscience fear, I have no...
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Categories:
wobbling, america, beautiful, blessing, business,
Form: Prose Poetry
Neonate to Dotage
...“Age merely shows what children we remain.”
- Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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charmingly weak, weakly charming
begins life, begins cessati...
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Categories:
wobbling, age,
Form: Triolet
Windows
...I sit in stillness
framed by glass
the world outside dances
sunlight spills like golden honey.
yet within these walls I stay.
regret coils.....
around me tight as a noose
lurking in...
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Categories:
wobbling, angst, fear, loneliness, lonely,
Form: Free verse
Rudolph's Leg is Broke
...santa’s in a fix rudolph’s leg is snapped
tripped on a candy cane now the poor guy’s trapped
mrs claus is fuming elves are losing their cool
one slipped on tinsel and fell in the gift pool
how ...
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Categories:
wobbling, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
The Wall Clock
...It is the only thing that I have to keep me alive, it is the dream and the fantasy that you are walking by my side, sometimes it feels like you are distance away and rocks are falling from the skies ...
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Categories:
wobbling, absence, america, appreciation, beach,
Form: Narrative
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