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I can see it foul~
Two ravens from hell~
On the beaten prowl~
To my grave, they dwell~
In my wake, I sleep~
This blackness runs deep~
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The elephants at the zoo, lumbering in their cells, like deadwood floating downstream, where the mouth is closed.
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my little puppies*eyes at my feet looking up*pupils so playful
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Jack's stuck on the corner of life, a quarter here, a quarter there, is his angle.
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jack fiddles life away on his thumbs~the little digits beating like drums~over loaf he brows~buttering skid rows~from his jam he's awaits for crumbs
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Dawn's opened her eyes inside loving heart*
Making her entrance, across the dark bay*
Yawns from baby ducks getting their first start*Waking cries, as mothers lay at their sway*Spawns of light upon the stage, cast and part*Staking claim to heartbeats of a new day*Nature's an eye-opener, start to end*Captures the sight of mankind as its penned
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bees making honey~
two trip a cup shaped flower~
expectant return~
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He rode his cancer to the last stop~
Sadden, as tads of gloom found his crop~
Still he skipped like toads to end on top~
The frogs inward taking their last hop~
With pails of treatment, prayer, and mop~
One last ditched effort came to a drop~
Pardon that dark day, upon raindrop~
As the frogs croaking couldnt be lop~
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isn't the fragment of one's imagination
a sinkhole of illusions, when you're teetered to a watering hole, with no resolutions in sight and the pschosis of one drink after another drowns out the derelict in you yet all knowing your mind's leverage is bevel~
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in the face of spring~tulips eye the first rain drop~ahead of sunshine
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(Life's Achilles) Over the heel, a sock, fading in color and shape.
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at the foot of the ladder, a monkey fell~ six stories of rungs and she rings his bell~ he sat picking daisies off his fallen spell~ hands cupping petals of air being his quell~ poor little monkey's a shaken as hell~ his eyes run circles around the pink pastel~ as shocked onlookers stand visual at his well~ in his cage, his cousin's saddened at their shell~at the foot of the ladder, a zoo's a cell~
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(winter)winter*snow flakes fall*banking silver*peaks over the hill top-tableau
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Those dirty rat*Teasing us cat*With mails that spat*Their scams at bat*Swing and miss that*Strike where they're at*Take their old hat*Stomping it flat*When rat trap splat*Springs tit for tat*The cat, house sat-
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(Mama, I'm Sorry I Took After Dad)
escaping the heart ache*not making bobby sox's all stars*connies daughter ran from home plate*to slums in Seattle*
for fourty years she missed the ball
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a million goose eggs-
her first toe loop and axel-
suddenly a swan-
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My Bouganvillia Word Play-
Garden of loose vines*
Tassled tounges in orgy*
Swell blooms inundate*
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Roses on his headstone*
Violets are black*
His crossing prone*
For nobody had his back*
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Sun-
To rise-
Under God-
Voice set above-
Warm-
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Crusoe's shipwrecked on an island rock* Along came pirates fearing his flock* He threw the book at them* The best seller's a gem* Turned the pages and laughed pirates' shock
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I would judge my sloppy contest entry~
With oink here, oink there, everywhere an oink~You see that pig with ink standing sentry~That's me going to market to get doink~Some have gifts to tie big words into bows ~I have an arrow that targets the slop~The grade to myself is that bacon blows~Though I sequel and squeal at every stop~
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To My Daughter~As you embark on your journey of another 1000 books,
another trip to the library, filling your knapsack with treasures, you make your father, mother and all the bookworms proud. The night the flame burned we jest. You were three at the time and tucked hidden beneath the blankets was your silhouette, flashlight, and books in hand, as you read long into (another) night. The days of your life like a tent of good tidings, too, as you camped out on the doorsteps of another book.
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mother held all the cards*for the love she guards*her hand held all aces*to no discerning player's faces*she swept pot after pot*into the dust pan's knot*like a string that's fraught*her poker face's all taut*
her children take cards dealt*without chips on shoulders dwelt
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If Hilary somehow taken Trump's sauce*
Found her ladle before her e-mails loss*
Saved all the macaroni*
From the plate of Trump phoney*
Our stomachs now would not ache, turn and toss*
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When T and C bows a fiddle~ It's fun to watch the music diddle~ Eyebrows a snake at eaches riddle~ With all this hissing lost for piddle~ With their rising suns on the griddle~ Food for thought for those in the middle-
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Craig, if fish and chips matter-Then, by all means, change the batter-Especially if it sinks the platter-But if it doesn't then why the chatter-I would be biased to tell the nonsecular to scatter-When their words, take hills of grief and makes them flatter-
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To Son of Spock---I see you fishing on the dock---At rainbow skies you spin your mock---You bleed the colors with your unwanton talk---Apropos of trollers
that shock and stalk---Why puddle in the mud when your poetry rocks---To waste this talent at the bottom is such a shock---I wish you cast godspeed and good stock---For I pity the day that you are banned and blocked---
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After the waterfalls of tears are laid to rest~There would be a river~A stream~A pond~Where little duckies are singing~And schools of fish be starting out~Up above the receiving skies blue~Clouds will be here and there~The sun will set~Night will fall~It will be a new day with open arms~Your father was a good man-The rapid of life spoken and now good reflections
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The crab on the pier has no peer* Of chorus he's off course* Daze are his days pinching dispair* His latest pearl perils in divorce*
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One Lemon ( bio form).
One.
Misfire, misfit, mistake, reject.
Hell ushers, parents, 4 conspirators.
I love good people, conversation and endings.
I feel for unwed mothers, orphans and childless fathers.
I fear my life story, innocence robbed, wearing a mask.
I would have loved being part
of a tree, a branch, loving seed.
I shed tears in my gloom, rejected.
Lemon
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