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If Only I Could Reach A Little Farther
if only I could reach a little farther...
then i would have reached the remote
without spilling my cup of tea.
this way i would not have burned by hand...and lept out of my chair. -
Quick Sand
enveloping your hopes and dreams in negativity
slowing filling each prideful moment
into one of blatent unsurness
with its sticky sandy breath.
Placing the weight of every problem
ever occuring in your life -
The Day After Thanksgiving
The day after thanksgiving
the microwaves going
the tinfoil rolled back
the fridge is wide open.
The day after thanksgiving
we all wadle around
with the extra 10 pounds we gained
grandma is proud. -
Black Sheep
Hello little black sheep
having little wool
do you have a place to stay?
a place to call your own?
your far from any pen i know
far and wide you roamed
You look sad and lost younge sheep
you need some food and comb. -
Say Hello
say hello to the sun when you have a bad day
when your work was demanding, and you've lost your way.
After losing a thing that is precious to you
and wanting to cry for an hour or too. -
Dunkin' Donuts
drinking drop of coffee new
dunking donutes in it too
dedicated yes indeed-
using words that have a D.
do you doubt my doing this?
dunking donuets in my drink
look I'm doing what I love
dowsing dozens in my love
Loves
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A Poem of Mythical Beasts
There’s a story to tell,
one of dragons and queens.
A story that’s as alluring as a bell —
in the dead of night, when all is not what it seems.
When the stars align, showing the way of the earth,
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Spooky Season
When the air is crisp,
with a chilly breeze,
fall puts a spell on me.
The leaves fall in a wisp,
as an artist weaves-
a portrait of the fiery sea.
Though, it’s not February,
love seeps through the air.
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The Orchestra of Fall
Autumn leaves flutter around my head,
The color popping in the chilly,
Swirling air.
The veins stretch out,
Delicate within the leaves.
They connect,
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autumn's embrace
as fall starts rolling in
and summer slows to a stop
i like to imagine many things,
everything, nonstop
i imagine the sweet, sweet song of hooting owls after dark
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Things to remember, pt. 1
You are not a number.
You are not a letter.
You are not something that can be
measured
on a scale
with a beginning -
My Childhood Home
My childhood home is filled with plants,
plants that we never water
but are somehow still alive.
Its island is littered with junk mail,
different types of olive oil,
stray flakes of salt,