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Ode To the Lineman

Pulled himself to the very top 
Looked over the world on high 
Felt the warm and stirring breeze 
falling from the sky 
Knowing this was how it felt 
to soar above the land 
To feel so safe away from things 
so free to be alive 
Yet down the pole we all must come 
to touch the very ground 
This is where we laugh and play
gives us what we need 
The loving smile of a young girl's face 
a women's tender care 
For up above the pole to fly 
is nothing but the air 
But on the soil we grow and live 
to reach out, to touch, to give 
So keep your feet upon the ground 
take a good long look around 
and see if flying above the pole 
isn't like living in a hole 
from where you never see  
the reaching hands pulling you down 
pulling you down to be

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Sometimes I Wake In the Middle of the Night....

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night
and decide to take a long walk 
so I slip on my shoes and my very best hat 
and of course my flowered soft smock

I'm all set to go as I step to the ledge
and take a deep breath to push off
out through the window I step on the stars
and land on the moon ever soft

As the moon spins her beams she glances my way
surprised to see me appear  
oh hello she says from her shiny glass face
what brings you into my sphere
 
I say Mrs Moon, as I sometimes call her that 
since tonight you're only half there 
just thought I'd pop over to see how you are
for a quick little chat in your chair 

So what is the news from the dark side of earth
can you see the night owl down there? 
or what of that cat out prowling around 
did he give that poor mouse a great scare? 

And what of the side that is hiding from you 
is the sun out playing her shine? 
keeping the flowers and trees ever tall 
and turning the grapes into wine?

Oh Mrs Moon do you hear the stars sing 
as they twinkle in three part harmony 
do you hear the seas as they lap the seashore
and laugh as they run wild and free

Well I guess that is all I wanted to say 
as I feel quite spent now you see 
with a yawn and a sigh I gather my things 
for away I most certainly must be

Since it's almost that time now to pull back your beams
and to close your eyes for the day 
to gather the night and put it to rest
Mrs Moon put your moon shine away

I step off the moon and back to the stars
back to the ledge of my room 
slip off my shoes and my hat from my head 
sinking deep in the sleep of the moon

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The Window Glass

Looking at the window glass 
the reflection began to appear
Ever slowly I could see
the looking girl was me 
Behind me in a long long line 
others began to show 
Each one awaiting for their turn 
to see what they could see 
I took my time and really looked 
and saw a second me
Now this one's who I really am 
not who I used to be 
The first one's light was fading fast 
gone before the looking glass 
I grabbed the girl and pulled her through 
she's who I want to be 
There's love and peace etched in her face
The old one's gone she's been replaced 
to look no more into the glass 
I've found my life it's here at last

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Thoughts

Like a spiders thread that spins her web 
a thought can be written or be said 
Random paths they sometimes take 
or into a pattern a web may make 
Spinning ideas throughout your head 
spooling forth, thread after thread 
Into a story or even a rhyme 
thoughts may be found of any kind
Like silken webs strong and tough 
or fragile threads broken or cut
So many thoughts so many threads 
so many spinning spider webs 
Caught in a maze of designing thought 
tangled and wrapped, threads pulled taut
Cut the thought, let the thread go 
start another web, threaded to sew
On and on another web we spin
thoughts and threads end and begin

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Try This On For Size

She doesn't like my style of dress 
her taste is different so I guess 
I must confess her clothes are nice 
all put together with pizzazz and spice 
Soft and big, warm and comfy 
she says it makes me look so frumpy
Her body's tall, sleek and slim 
she can wear clothes that hug her skin 
My body's aged from giving birth 
it's changed my shape, my walk, my girth
Some day she'll find that just like me 
her body slim will no longer be 
And I do know some future day 
you'll come to me and you will say 
The old baggy jeans and flannel shirt 
may I borrow to wear instead of my skirt 
And your old worn slippers may I keep 
the high heeled shoes don't fit my feet 
Those worn out pj's look so good 
I'll get some like them, I think I should 
So together in the rocking chair 
feet put up, down with the hair 
Sitting in our comfy clothes 
we'll be together under the throws 
Oh dare to dream that'll be the day 
in the mean time I will say 
Just smile at me when you come around 
all dressed up to go out on the town
And know that I'm now warm and happy 
you look just fine so cold and snappy

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The Morning Dawn

The light of dawn comes peeking in 
dancing it's fingers on my skin 

Waking up the sleeping head 
saying it's time to get out of bed 

If dawn is up you should be too 
start the day there's much to do 

But doesn't dawn know it's way too soon 
to have chased away the evening moon

Six hours sleep and still more to go 
but dawn is up saying no, no, no

Rolling over to shut early dawn out 
but dawn's still there giving a shout 

Doesn't give up and let's you know 
you'd better get up and don't be slow 

Let the dawn in through the window pane 
it's warmth and light waking the brain 

Drawing you out of your sleeping state 
to be woken like this you really hate 

But now that your up and dawn's done its thing 
dawn lays at your feet, the day it did bring

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Butterfly Lips

Butterfly lips upon your lashes
wrapped up and taken on the wing

to a far away place in a far off land 
where color and night do bring

the senses into orbit with life 
and touch the milk of every star

then gently drop you to the ground 
to sleep and dream from afar

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Shoes Upon the Sand

Pointed toe and heel so high
she walked along the beach
The surf rushed in with foam and weed 
to dance upon her feet 
But dreams of things so far away 
the wet she did not feel 
Pink sunset soft and falling 
upon the empty shore
The time has come to leave the day 
to leave those dreams so far away 
Stepping upon the dunes and grass 
the marshmallows wet and soft
Laughing about the walk she took 
in shoes of Sunday best 
Brought things to mind that mattered not
and knew what mattered most 
To do a little living 
and wear the shoes to laugh and dream 
upon the sandy coast.

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Bag of Gems

Gems of poetry tucked in an old closed bag 
written over so many long years as a gag

Youthful thoughts have now become older and wise 
changing the color of the gems hidden inside 

Sharp at first not seeing the direction they would take
then suddenly bringing forth character, uniqueness of shape

Some simple, some complex, some half written left behind
written at night, when sadness strikes, or written at any time

Now that the process is close to complete 
let these gems spill forth and drop at your feet
 
Search through them all for the ones that are rare
don't throw out the others like you don't care

They may get better with more polish and time 
keep writing with verse and writing with rhyme 

Shaping gems of such brilliance written in prose 
stuffed away in a draw is a bag of gems, please don't close

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A Days Events

A Days Events

shades of purple, hues of gray 
glistening sun with dancing feet 
sending time out marching fast 
casting rays over seas of glass 
children streaming before our eyes
changing swiftly like morning skies 
hurling them out like spinning hair 
strands woven through the empty air
gently lifting fragile broken pieces 
whose spiraling fall only you could see
held together now with dripping tears 
wishing time held back its turning face 
leaving untouched life held fast in place 
shades of blue, hues of brown
moon beams wrapped and hanging down