Posts
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Bold to Assume I like Fireworks
The fireworks are epic,
and the lights are bright at night
The pops are all around us
The colors such a sight.
As they rise above the buildings
and expand in dots of gold
yes the fireworks are awesome -
Independent
I do not know what this all means –
Independence Day right now –
when redefining freedom
was different then than now,
how mindsets have since shifted
but some brains have stayed behind,
reshaping laws, procedures, -
Four AM
Sitting on my bed at night
Wishing for a star.
Come wave hello for my delight,
Night owls we are.
Come take my hand and lead me through the universe at large.
Bless me with your tinkling laugh
Among the planet shards. -
Grandparent story time- A 2020 version
Imagine- many years from now
with the iphone 66 and all,
how your grand-kids will look up at you
and ask about this all.
"Ah yes, it was brutal," you would say
as they gather round your knee. -
Blackout
One black square on one webpage
Another pops up too,
A third is seen if you scroll down
Soon there's twenty-two.
One blank square,
No writting on it
Inky darkness freeze,
And yet the power in the blackout... -
Think Fast
I can not think as fast as you
I'm not a genius either,
I work hard to understand
and you go ten times farther.
I do the problems at my pace
and you go times faster
And I'm not doing easy stuff!
Loves
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Bug
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bug, at least, not a common pest like moths or ladybugs, or god forbid spiders. I’m graceful, or as graceful as your children’s book describes me, and I have class.
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Haunting Hands
As the Cold feeling Spreads
Sends Shivers down the Spine
The Fear and Worry Pushes Through
But in this Frigid touch
Is the sense of Remebrance
The Sense of Love
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Dancing Leaves
Its Hard to Resist
When Seeing a Pile of Leaves
It Becomes irresistible
Jump into the Heep
Leaves are swirling
The Pile is no more
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As the Crow Lands
As the Crow Lands on the Grave-
Black secrets stir in every face;
A fountain in the moonbeam riven—
Spend her gone like an adversity.
The Graves began to Multiply
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Writers Block
Normally words flow right out
Normally thoughts come running
Writing it down
Before they can run away
Sitting now
Looking around
Nothing running
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Persephone
Persephone was tired. Tired of being nothing more than the daughter of a nearly forgotten goddess, of being a sweet innocent nymph, a girl content to frolic in fields under the sun.