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The Waiting

The sky is a rose this evening.
The country is still and hush.
And a lady in love lies against the glass,
Her cheeks are filled with blush.
The road she watches never changes.
The grass there hardly grows.
For when one waits, as does she...
Time increasingly slows.
Poor girl... poor lady... poor mother.
I'm leaning against her door.
But while she waits for what is gone,
She is seeing her child no more.
The woman I'm watching is changing.
And with aging, has grayed at last.
For when one waits, as do I...
Time is incredibly...   fast.

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The Day the Rhyme Died

I know I may be kidding myself,
many see it as absurd.
But just because they think that way...
does it kill the written word?
Should I not write in rhyme,
Because it's no longer formal?
When did expression through the art of words,
become so strict and normal?
If the melody has died,
and the ancient bards subside...
then I shall mourn the loss of beauty,
that has receded into the tide.

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The Nurse

I decided to stop fighting mankind.
When I realized they were fighting against their own healths.
Internally and externally at war with themselves.
And I came to terms, with a heart I only imagined I ever had…
That I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t bewildered, I wasn’t even sad.
Bud sad to see, the essence that was beating on the inside.
A free thinking, feeling, God forgive, a human being.
A bleeding ulcer that wouldn’t subside.
I decided not to tend to a wound,
That is not yet ready to be dressed.
It is only for the soul of the living,
That in time, those demons are addressed.
So I found myself in a peculiar light,
One I would never have conceived of, but none the less.
I found myself a child again,
Without judgment, without peril,
With a heart incredibly and immensely open.
I confess.

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For That Special Guy....

This time, I got creative. 
This time around. 
If you know me as well as you say you do, 
you'll know the word I found. 
This time my heart won't hurt. 
This time I will suffer no lie. 
This time I'm in control, 
this time it's on my thigh. 
If you know me as you say you do,
if you think your that special guy... 
then guess the word, I dare you, 
it also rhymes with why...

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For Suki

I look into those big brown eyes,
and I am filled with so much fear.
The thought of you, not being by my side,
not being here, or near...

Out of all the overwhelming pain in life,
this shakes my core, my continent.
They won't understand my cher ami,
my sweet constant confident...

That the thought of you not being in my life,
would be the dreariest, dreariest fog.
I love you Suki, with all my heart.
You were more than just a dog.

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The Other Man

I look at her in wonder.
Does she see through my disguise?
Will she ever know the depth in me...
That I'm not like other guys.

That I'm not a dime a dozen.
I'm not Tom, Dick, or Harry.
I'm the man who never hurt you,
and yet their burdens, I have to carry.

Will she ever ascertain the truth?
Whilst enfolded on the floor.
Does she know this man is weeping,
behind the bedroom door.

I have to prove it all to her.
For her, I'll endure it till the end.
I will softly hold her heart in hand,
and gently, I shall mend.

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Discovering You

What is your favorite color dear?
No, don't tell me, not just yet.
Let me discover you, while I can.
Until the sun has set.
Let me learn you, let me learn.
Let me find you every day.
Allow me this I ask of you
Do not show me the way...

Years we've had now, my darling
And I wonder still, I do...
The twinkle in your eye I see
The magic, that is you.
What is your favorite color?
No, don't tell me, not just yet.
Let me discover you, while I can
Until the stars have met...

I'm old now my love, my sweet
my heart is fading fast.
Hold me here as I pass this veil
as my breath takes its last...

And as they held each other
As they always used to do.
She softly whispered in his ear..
Its blue... it's blue... its blue...

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Meal Time

Porcelein plate, silver fork.
Tea cup, eggs and toast.
Seven days of normalicy,
some rely on the most.
Paper bag, folded napkin.
Thermos, sandwhich and chip.
Without that noon time lunch note,
who knows where one might slip.
Porcelein plate, silver fork.
Pot roast, potatoe dinner.
Heaven forbid and don't be late,
or you might become a sinner.
To late for me, in the fridgadair light,
up for a midnight snack.
I missed too many meal time calls,
and am now the village quack.

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The Crooked Stick

I remember the pain.
The old familiar ache.
An enemy I wear,
always there when I wake.
A branch behind my legs,
so swift, so fast, so direct.
He was so full of anger,
there laid no room for regret.
Where was she?
Did she ever care?
The pain was growing too intense.
Too much for me to bare.

And then... and then...
he was wasn't there.
the shining lights, all through the limbs,
their faces, white and fair.

He was gone... and so was she...
the branch was snapped in two.
Delicatley she swayed in the woods,
where the cypress grew.
And then I knew... she was always there.
A mother always sees.

I forever now, forever will, be haunted by the trees...

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The Pool

I stood thinking of you,
At a sparkling fountain.
It was in a mall,
Not an island, nor a mountain.
And a wish cost but a penny.
God only if that could be true.
Then, I'd be standing by your side,
And your side beside me too.
And I pondered staring into that 
pool.
Aware of people staring, aware of 
people walking by, aware they were 
uncaring.
And it didn't matter if it were foolish, 
it didn't matter if it were sought
meaningless.
And it damn well didn't matter to me 
if I made this wish left penniless.
So, I threw it all, all the change I had.
Even if the medal scarred the skies.
If it could just come true, and you'd 
be with me... the stars inside your 
eyes.
Then the scorn would be worth it, 
and I could handle all of the cruel.
And I will be waiting for you, my 
darlings, by this simple sparkling 
pool.