Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Poems from the bottle

I sat down to write a poem But the words wouldn’t come They stumbled over each other Obscuring subtleties and colors That I wanted to paint Into your heart. But then I found the bottle, Tequila I think it was Loosened my muse’s tongue And my brain sparkled. From there on out it was easy Drink Write... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

We all say it

“I don’t want to make the same mistakes my parents made.” Now that I’m a parent I wonder what mistakes I have made? I would ask them, but I am afraid. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 13, 2009

From out of the past.

The logs snap and pop in the fireplace As we lay on the floor In our footie pajamas And pore over the “wish book” Softly illuminated by the flickering flames. A dump truck for me That really dumps And a doll for sis But not just any doll One who’s eyes open and close! Christmas eve we are off to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 5, 2009

Full Moon Skies

I walked out under the full moon As pale beams splashed down Like some pastel whitewash That lay on the ground. The ghost world came alive Under the blanket of full moon snow With hard stars glinting down On a scene so quiet I was afraid I might be imagining it. I lingered as long as I could Before... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 9, 2009

Suppose?

For just a little while, that you could be? At your own funeral, just a presence on high. Listening to all the fine praise used to describe your life. And the love of your family would pour forth. You would be the tear in everyone’s eye. Oh, it happens to be sure but one can never be there, not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 20, 2009

eyes that squeak

Yesterday my eyes were rusty in their sockets and squeaked when I looked left to right, with little red clouds popping out when I blinked. Today they are just fine, but I miss the novelty. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 15, 2009

ACHOO!

What's the one thing I don't do? Haiku! Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

I’ll have what it is I’m having

I sat on my tilting, whirling barstool wearing a tilting whirling grin. I said to the barman, “I’ll have whatever I’m having, go ahead, hit me again!” It turned out I was having life. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 1, 2009

Horton heard the WHO - apologies to Dr. Seuss

Horton heard the WHO He didn’t know what to do, For fear of contacting the swine flu But the WHO knew what to do Call it the h1n1 and spare the swine a lot of to-do. So he wrang his hands and washed them too Coughing into his elbow was something new The threat of a pandemic spread far and near... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 3, 2009

Scrum in the sky

The clouds gather To challenge the mountains Who’s broad shoulders Soar into the sky Sadly no match for the feathery mists About to gather. Clouds now butt shoulders Wrapping around everything Bumping back and forth Spitting rain everywhere. As they jostle for position They groan, laugh and bellow... Sign in to see full entry.

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