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Tag: Poetry
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Haiku – Writer’s Block
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Haiku – Storm Clouds
Rain smell in the air
Flash of light – boom of thunder
Ominous storm clouds
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Poem – What is Time?
Time is fleeing,
floating so quickly away,
it would be nice to freeze one day,
one day for a stay.
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Why do we try to keep it?
Like an animal in a cage,
for time needs to run free,
time needs to be.
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I wish I could be a thief,
and get back the moments of wasted time.
For if I could.
Would that be such a crime?
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Who wouldn’t want?
Just a few extra hours,
to get back at that monster,
that monster that towers.
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Yes time can flee,
so easily,
it can pass,
in the blink,
of an eye,
but we live for it,
we harness it,
we make it our own.
For to be without it,
that is something few,
few, have ever known.
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Poem – The Writer’s Role
Dreams are flying,
they are in the mail today.
What will tomorrow hold?
What will tomorrow say?
We as writers,
struggle and need,
with desires and hopes,
looking to be freed.
To pursue our passions,
what makes us whole,
yes, we give a lot of ourselves,
to have The Writer’s Role.
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Poem – The Runner
I just closed down my running blog because I’m trying to consolidate some things. Four blogs was too much so I got it down to three. Here’s a poem some of you might have seen in that running blog. If you haven’t I hope you enjoy reading it.
Stretch.
Slide on your shoes.
Step out the door.
Start out slow.
Feel the burn.
Your legs are tight.
Push on.
The miles start to click.
Faster your heart.
Beating, racing, panting.
The miles clicking away.
No pain, no gain.
Feeling the heat.
The burn.
Feeling great.
The miles are done.
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Poem – Mother’s Day
How to describe a mom,
well,
it may be too hard to do,
without leaving out,
too many things,
that are true.
For a mom is a blessing,
a true gift from God,
her patience and virtue,
is something,
you could never prod?
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Poem – Honeysuckle
When I run,
I love to smell,
Honeysuckle.
I love to see,
it hanging,
from the vines.
I love to see,
it blooming white.
I love to taste,
its nectar,
growing wild.
Yes,
I love the Spring,
the warm weather,
and
Honeysuckle.
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Haiku – Layoff Vampire
Drifting day to day
Endless like a Vampire’s life
Job searching is tough
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Poem – The Poet Man
I had no idea,
April was poetry month,
I tried to latch on at the end,
with day to day posts,
through WordPress I did send.
Now my posts will get more random,
not so much day to day,
so I won’t bombard you,
or run out of things to say.
It’s tough trying to post everyday,
thumbs up to you who can,
but I just need a break,
so I can continue being,
The Poet Man.
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Poems – In A Tropical Mood
Nestled In The Tropics
Nestled in the tropics,
a little borrowed piece of sand,
a place full of endless margaritas,
listening to a calypso band.
A warm breeze off the ocean,
quickly drying the sweat upon my head,
mixing with the friendly locals,
talking to a woman dressed in red.
A familiar song comes out of the band,
a Jimmy Buffett kind of feel,
set against the atmosphere of palms,
with time the only thing to kill.
Senoritas
On my boat,
out at sea,
nothing but love,
all for me.
I feel the waves,
crashing around,
I feel my boat,
on water’s ground.
Life at ease,
all for me,
just looking for tropical bars,
where I will be.
Sitting with a cold drink,
drinking Margaritas,
propped up on a stool,
kissing senoritas.
What a life,
just spinning around,
never stopping,
endless ground.
Just loving each day,
loving each night,
everything,
feeling so right.
A Wandering Dream
As I watch the boats,
setting sail upon the blue ocean,
I feel my heart rise,
lifting to a pirate notion.
Wanting to be among,
the motley cast and crew,
wanting to be a pirate,
if only for an hours few.
Alas, I am a mere dreamer,
casting out from the shore,
but how I love to cast,
if only for a moment, nothing more.
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Poem – The Hurricane
Churning over open waters,
nothing in its path.
Fueling fire inside itself,
destroying all within its wrath.
It starts as a depression,
forming slow and fast.
Then a tropical storm,
with a hurricane at last.
It grows angry upon the sea,
like a beast inside a cage.
Waiting to showcase its power,
in a last and final rage.
When at last it roars,
it will feast upon the land.
Taking all within its grasp,
dealing a final deadly hand.
Here it will die,
upon the grassy Earth.
Fighting till the bitter end,
showcasing all its worth.
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Poem – Pirates and Mermaids
ode to Pirates
Take to the seas,
a sailor’s life you please.
Plunder, pillage, do what you do,
man that ship – man that crew.
Pirates and Mermaids
of Pirates and Mermaids
I’ve heard told,
stories from sailors,
centuries old.
We know of pirates,
they did exist,
but of mermaids,
was there a twist?
Did the legend get changed?
year to year,
mouth to mouth,
ear to ear.
Maybe sea monsters,
or other things from the deep,
where down in its dark heart,
the secrets it keeps.
Perhaps we will never know,
if mermaids did exist,
but of this I do know,
their legend is hard to resist.
ode to Mermaids
A sailors aid.
A deadly raid.
A siren song.
A luring wrong.
A Poetry Journey 