Category: rhymed verse


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Disillusioned and dazed

from the latest fiery blaze

Now enter Time and Space

 on Go, to take over a place

Then brush idealistic hopes away

their once bright colors; ash gray

while Space fills every room

as Time most heavily looms

 and unending questions abound

but no clear answers will ever be found

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Though it was never to be

I still believe mine seemed

the better dream

for you, for me

Simple, but pure

where nothing was obscure

Full and whole

with peace, unity, bliss; the goals

And love, always at the core

no need for anything more

Yes, I protest

Mine was the best

 

 

 

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Sitting in this

dying tree

wondering; should

I just let

you be, like she

has done with me?

When she said she

had to go

was that the last

that I should

know?  Then, I get

a shiver, when

wintry skies dim

with snowfall

winding it’s way

down the glen

I feel the fall

This tree; once, so tall

 

 

 

 

 

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Here am I; I have arrived

In this moment I am alive

There is no next, or one before

I am the open door

I watch, I hear the falling rain

There is no pain; no need for gain

Who am I; I take my bow

I am; my name is Now

 

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Days run past

hurrying around the bend

I can’t grab on that fast

as they slip away in the wind

I don’t see where they go

but, definitely out of my view

If only their pace would slow

then, these far betweens may become few

 

 

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Down on calloused knees

pulling weeds from an overgrown heart

many resist, their roots so deep

but “tut tut it looks like rain” will start

If it pours awhile, becoming a contender

perhaps the caked soil will soften

to aid removal of the worst offenders

which trail underneath, so often

Pour down, pour down

ease this relentless toil

wash clean the ground

lessen the inner turmoil

Eyes wet beneath the hat’s dry brim

more clearing left to do

 heart soaked through my skin

 I begin anew

 

 

 

 

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Some mediums cannot be erased

Light tints don’t cover darker hues

So, I am only partly colored in

with most of it, a deep blue

Somehow along the gallery wall

time got lost in the paint-by-numberings

while unfinished in a corner, sat a portrait

pushed aside with day-to-day encumberings

 Dreamsight faded into monochrome

the past leaving a large lasting stain

if only all unwanted marks could be washed away

like  watercolors in the rain