Poetry
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ON GREED Oh once upon a time a King, Sat on a Royal Throne. While at his feet a Royal hound, Gnawed on a Royal bone. The bone belonged, or so it seemed, To the late former King. To normal folk, it’s murder clear, To them a different thing. Now heavy weighs the…
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So… it’s April 1st once again and the kick off of National Poetry Month which means the start of the annual poetry writing challenge. The last time I tried this, things came up and I failed to meet my target of one poem per day for the full month. But here we are again and…
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Be A Joyful Child A long, long time ago there was, A happy child at play. The old face in the mirror asks, Where is that child today? Sometimes it seems like yesterday, Sometimes an age or more. Since I have seen that smiling face, That long ago I wore. I look for them sometimes…
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Own You Why do we do the things we do? What is it makes us go? And when we do what we should not, Pretend we didn’t know? Some say this is the way we are, Imperfect, full of sin. Some say it’s what our parents did, Still buried deep within. I say it is…
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I mean really… What the heck am I thinking. I made it through April by the skin of my teeth, yet here I am writing another verse. Sometimes I really wonder about me. Our Own Worst Enemy Technology is not the foe, it’s not your enemy. That AI that you dread so much, is…
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It’s strange how fast time goes sometimes. It seems like it was only this morning that I was writing the poem for Day 26. Funny how that works eh? Ah well, if I can get past this last blank page, I’ll have made my deadline. Let’s see what’s left in the bottle… shall we? …
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I think I mentioned last time that things get a little strange once the creativity starts flowing. Well, hopefully I can finish on a slightly more normal note. A Note To My Therapist A dream perhaps and yet more real, than I have known before. How can I know the truth of it, what’s…
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Sometimes when I wrench open the creative valve, the weirdest things get washed out. On Ghosthunters A figure faintly seen at night, there in the empty place. If you could gain a closer view, would you gaze on it’s face? It walks there every night alone, even when it’s not seen. Would you…
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Yay! Day 27 complete. Only three more to go before bed. Or maybe tomorrow. We’ll see how if there’s anything left in the old “creative juice” bottle. Lost Youth When we were young we did not think, beyond the present day, We lived our lives just for right now, we knew no other way.…
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So I’m more than a little behind again. But I’m still in there trying. This is the first of five that I have to post to make the target by month’s end. Write Until I Die I am behind again I fear, this verse is some days late. I offer no excuse to you, ’tis…
Brain Bits To Go 