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If only Tom's words had wings and could take flight in the emptiness of lone hearts. Those hearts would once sing again. There be songs, sing a-longs, harmony. And for every lovely word of his that passes the doors of the heart the foundation of the body is in a better place.
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For each picked lily there are paper flowers that wish to come alive.
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Women who travel light and carry the bare essential are men's delights
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George Floyd was a victim of the wrong leg of the law and a herd mentality.
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We'll wheel where our wills take us and never tirer trying to improve the road that we are on~
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To whom it concerns. ~He who is coarse course miserable strings of knots not for the better.~
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Why I write is in the same vein as why a fisherman fishes. To have a hobby, an interest and a spot on the pier with all my other peers. To be on the water's edge enjoying the ambience, aesthetics, auxiliaries of nature and humanity. And from time to time to cast a thrill, dip my feet and see my reflection. To me that is enjoyable. And in the frame of my eyes, and hopes that is what I want to take home
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If only his muse was right*
There be no blocks to his write*
There be no death and last rite*
For his plot clears to be alright*
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To The Poets In Me- Written all for not* Why edit the knot* His inkings for naught* Poems lost in a thought* Resigned to being taught* His lefties are taut* A righty is sought* He foots all he's got*
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(epi-pen)His gal can make a mountain out of a molehill*And he stands never shorted of her goodwill
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Train*
Laid far*
Upon tracks*
He tried backwoods*
Cork*
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Sally caught the (train) to the city*
(Upon) arrival, she looked gritty*
For her tryst (far) from right*
She (tried) the swings, this night*
Though her dreams were (cork), she lay pretty*
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My little witch of where*
What happened to the air*
We were one loving pair*
With untapped rhyme and flair*
Then your eyes and nose flare*
The fuse lighting our fare*
The last I saw you stair*
Up up and away, where*
Lost a twitch in despair*
And gave an itch to care*
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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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