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Monday, August 27, 2018

Kempt

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Don’t let my page fill up with spam When I no longer post Because I died or maybe am One heartbeat from a ghost And if you’re wondering...
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Sunday, August 26, 2018

Smart

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Comparing digital memories Of those that make us fawn But I question actualities One swipe and it’s all gone.
Friday, August 17, 2018

Constrained

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Complacency will clink With each quiescent link You drape about your shoulders Until they start to sink Unless you can maintain The co...
Tuesday, August 07, 2018

Visitation

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“I used to live in the sunlight.” She pined, Her ashen features deeply lined A recluse in a knitted shawl Just watching dusty shadows cra...
Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Sustain

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Last night I dreamed that when I’m gone My spirit changes to a tone That harmonizes with the key Of everything composed to be Components...
Thursday, July 12, 2018

Bad Light

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The scenery is yellow ‘neath the glow From sentinels installed along the path That arch their slender frames up to bestow Some splashes f...
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Monday, July 02, 2018

Luminary

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The moon meandered meekly through the night As clouds were there to keep it’s light subdued They puffed themselves up, ready for a fight--...
Saturday, June 30, 2018

Moved?

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There’s an old green house where no one lives Except a gray mouse and his relatives They scrounge for scraps all through the night And do...
Sunday, June 17, 2018

Am I

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I laid down for the night in my abode And watched the vibrant fireworks explode The colors that I saw were bright and true But none of th...
Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Opportunistic

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It's on the way And no returns SUCCEED I pray My stomach churns The dream you seek Is yours to make But don't be meek Each c...
Sunday, May 13, 2018

At Rest

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A decade of doubt and dismay And drifting since you passed away Did little to lessen the weight Of guilt that will not abate But won’t b...
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Friday, March 30, 2018

Spring Garden

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My Father's lovely wife Ila posted this on Facebook
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Monday, March 19, 2018

Breezy

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The trees are swaying fiercely in the wind Their motion makes me feel like I have spinned Around enough to fleetingly rescind This unseen...
Saturday, March 17, 2018

Madness

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March became my mantra Despite each searing jolt Of agony (like plasma, The price for my revolt) Which forced my knees to buckle Whil...
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Saturday, February 17, 2018

Mixed

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Sausage is just jumbled bits A glaring lack of glitz But if the casing fits Perhaps you can somehow regain An outlook through the pane ...
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