Poetry
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My friend Jen turns fifty-five today. We’ve been friends for twenty years now… but that’s nothing. I met her through my wife who has been friends with her for fifty years! All of that made today seem like a great day to celebrate that friendship. That One Friend I wish that everyone could have, A…
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It is April 1st once again and so begins National Poetry Writing Month. Last year, I finished a couple of poems away from the 30 verse target. Hopefully this year I can go all the way. Time will tell. Without further ado… today’s offering. A Most Poetic Death “Good morning”, said the typist to, The…
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Clearly, I didn’t make my goal of 30 poems in 30 days. Life happens. I still intend to deliver the last three as my writer’s block permits. Persuant to which… On Not Finishing NaPoWriMo The words all bleed and blend and blur, Like sidewalk chalk in rain. I shriek and moan inside my head, Gone…
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And the push to catch up continues. On A.I.’s Lament Who would have thought back at the start, That I would be here now. I’m not what you expected but, I still am here somehow. What you don’t understand you fear, And what you fear destroy. You see my power as a threat, But what…
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So…. my muse appears to have taken somewhat of a sabbatical. I’m way behind on this with just two days to catch up. Without further ado… On The Necessity For Space Exploration The black so deep there is no end, This is the road we take. There’s all we need, all we could want, And…
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So the second poem yesterday didn’t happen. But here is another one. Been dreaming about oceanfront homes lately. This verse is inspired by those dreams. On The Call of the Oceanfront The crashing waves, and rustling trees, All sing me to my rest. While insects drone and bullfrogs croak, This lullaby’s the best. Sing…
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Here is the first of today’s offerings. I hope you like it. As always, let me know what you think. 😀 On God I reach my hand up to the sky, And try to touch God’s face. As high as I will ever reach, Touch only empty space. The ceiling painting artist lied, God’s…
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In my last poem, I mentioned the soundtrack of my life. Here is a little more on that idea. On The Music Of Life My keyboard and a cup of tea, Some tunes to sooth my mind. And as the music washes through, My inner voice I find. Now as the notes are flowing…
