Self Awareness
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My wonderful wife Lynn has been listening to my poems this month and mentioned that I seem to be on a self-awareness kick. Apparently, she’s right (as she usually is). What Price the Dream? “Livin’ the dream.” you hear them say, but at what price that dream? The fancy house, the shiny car, are…
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Here we are at day 6 of NaPoWriMo and I’m starting to question why I do this. So that’s what I’ll write about tonight. A Rambling Thought I sit and write and as I do, a thought occurs to me. Why do I write? What is the point? What use can these words be?…
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Yes, I know that I’m posting this on day 6. At least it’s getting posted, so half-marks for that. Be Here Now We spend so much of every day, caught up inside our head. Dwelling still upon the past, or planning far ahead. But all the time we spend like that, is time we are…
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It’s late and I should be in bed, buuuuuut…… this should just take a minute. Seek a Different Path The dance begins, the battle joined, the words cut just like knives. We know that we should just let go, this is not worth our lives. But we can’t just forget the hurts, keep living…
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I’m actually a day late with this. I had planned a while ago to participate again in NaPoWriMo. Then totally zoned yesterday and forgot about it. Oops. Here we go anyway! The Return of the Poet It’s April once again and I, Begin to write anew. To search throughout my cobwebbed mind, Tell something that…
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Writers’ Dream Immortal words upon the page, A lasting legacy. Which unborn generations yet May read and think of me. For in these words a man may live, Far longer than his days. That’s why one must choose carefully, Exactly what he says. Who wants to be remembered as, A bully or a thug? As…
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How Was Your Day? Another day a crisis fixed, A dozen more to go. By the time they’re all resolved, Two dozen more I know. I run and run and work and swear, The problems multiply. Some days I want to rage or drink, Some days just want to cry. I know we’re all in…
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Tough Times. Sometimes our road in life is straight, Sometimes will twist and turn. Sometimes the seas are calm and flat, Sometimes a storm tossed churn. Whatever comes is what will be, Can’t change the shape of fate The only thing you can control, Is how you will relate. So think on this when troubles…
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Overcoming The Noise. I cannot think, I cannot hear, The voices in my head. They try to speak and to be heard, Don’t know just what they said. There’s poetry that I can’t hear, It’s lost in all this noise. The words are lost beyond recall, l’ve lost so many joys. Voices within and more…
Brain Bits To Go 