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Conflicted Country

I looked out at America
from my porch the other day,
Unusual, it's appearance,
seems so different I would say.

Problems in abundance,
so many that I see,
but this was once America
a special place to be.

Remembering recent times
my thoughts I could convey,
flowed freely, not a worry,
of what I had to say.

Judgment's made of people,
and who they just might be,
a great man's words remind us,
more than color makes up me.

As people so divided
the politics at play,
E Pluribus Unum
a motto we betray. 

Attacks from the left,
reactions on the right,
these political old cronies
wage a never ending fight.

Opinions, such a chasm,
of who that we should be,
a country this divided,
can never remain free.

It's time now for the many,
to answer, lest we fall,
to get back to united,
an "America" for us all!

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Miscreant Leaders

Breaking ground, well trodden path,
boiling cauldron of troubles past.
Injecting theories, humanities veins,
cryptic messages to dispatch.
Puzzling pieces, testing fit,
exploit emotions, effects are best.
Impel the masses, blind ignorance,
dismiss dissenters from public view,
construct the stories, elected few.
Orchestrate, a mind control,
obedient throngs, the unstated goal.

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Nature

Mornings whispered hum
The bees, Rhododendron trees
Seeking nectar treats

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Light of Life

Pierce my darkened sky
Illuminate brand new day
Sun do shine on me

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Chipmunk

Chipmunk scurries past
Today, acorns to bury
for winter comes fast.

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There's a Pill For That

Poor old cooter
with a limp pee shooter
Feeling no levity
his battle versus gravity
Doc says if you will
just pop this little pill
Life has returned to great
now that things are back to straight.


I hope this is not offensive to anyone!
Certainly not my intention.
Seeking humor in a man's misery.

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Scooping

There are many forms of scooping
and where scooping must be used.
There is scooping of the ice cream
a favorite scooping move.
The scooping up of water, to bail your leaky boat,
A gathering type of scooping we also often do.
Scooping up the children, when you have to get there fast,
scooping all the money from the poker pot, at last!
Not a favored form of scooping, is the poopings from your pet.
Scooping of the neck line, summer blouse, your Sunday best.
Scooping in the garden, little holes to plant within.
Sailors sails make use of scooping, to capture blowing wind.
Reporters scooping stories, to present it as in news,
but my favorite form of scooping,
is the kind I'll do with you!

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Moving On

Darkness cloaks the light of day
reveals a life, of lonely ways.

Whispered words, confess to mourning
welling tears, for you I'm yearning.

These silent pleas' shall go unheard
and fall to earth, like flightless birds.

A broken heart does seek relief
from tidal waves of crushing grief.

The life I knew, must be rebuilt
this moving on, is tinged with guilt.

For you and I, now cease to be
my future shrouded in mystery.

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A Dance With Dreams

We waltz among moonlit clouds,
chiffon robes, a dreamy shroud.

Clasping hands we spin and twirl,
this sleepers haven, a perfect world.

Darkness lends to a soul's relief,
sparing hearts from the grief.

Trending fears of dawns new light,
shining pain upon the plight.

An evenings gift, at days long end,
a return to sleep, when we'll dance again!

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Who She Was

She had style she was grace
and possessed a pretty face.
She was charming she was witty
her childhood spent in the city.

Lived her life with a passion
she was never out of fashion.
Make-up placed perfectly
the hair and nails done tastefully.

Oh so smart you could see
any problems  wouldn't be.
She was tough also strong
mostly right  when I was wrong.

She was neat kept things clean
always nice  never mean.
She was kind she was loving
didn't like people shoving.

Liked to party  a little booze
and she had too many shoes!
Never early   often late
left her greens upon her plate.

Treated friends with devotion
loved the beach and the ocean.
Nursed my cuts when I did bleed
tons of books  liked to read.

In a car  not great you see
passenger side  instructing me.
She was special like no other
super Wife  better Mother.

What a woman  a special girl
     she blessed my life
      she was my world!