Poetry
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TOAST
May practical matters never
outweigh abandon.
May your lives remain delicious,
Your hearts open and honest,
Your laughter contagious,
Your imaginations wild and
Your love, enviably everlasting.
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AFTER
The morning after a fresh
snowfall,
"No school today!" I yelled down the hall!
The morning after I fell
from the tree,
I put a new bandage on my left knee.
The morning after my parents
split,
I wondered if everyone went through this shit.
The morning after I moved
in with my dad,
I knew, a chance to start over was, what I now had.
The morning after my dear
friend died,
I laid on the floor, held myself, cried.
The morning after my first
college party,
I vowed to, never again, drink the Bacardi.
The morning after my graduation,
I realized the degree of my liberation.
The morning after I first
"made love"
I questioned if I could ever get enough.
The morning after my first
standing ovation,
I knew I was ready to take on the nation.
The morning after my heart
broke apart,
I had to accept, he'd never let himself start.
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UNFOLDED
I've unfolded my soul
To have it crumpled before me
And opened my heart
To have it closed down completely.
I've caressed someone's fears
Till their thorns tore right through me,
Double-guessing perceptions
That must have been faulty.
I've kept hope alive while
my innocence died,
Experiencing what shadows attempt to hide:
The eternal emptiness of a hollow kiss,
The vacuum of a friendship's shallowness…
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THE MASTER
His tender kisses,
those sea-green eyes,
such light brown curls,
and orgasmic sighs.
His quirky habits,
those foreign ways,
such big strong hands
and nothing to say.
Sure he talks and he talks,
but it's all part of the game
where he is the master
and I am the slave.
Do I wait for a call
or do I play along-
go on with my life
as though nothing's wrong?
I say to myself,
why must I play the fool?
Yes I'm young and naive;
well I'm just out of school.
...and he is so grand, so strange, and so new...
Then I think to myself, what is it I miss,
his eyes, his curls, his smirk, his kiss?
Does he know that he's got my insides turned out?
If he did would he care that I'm feeling put out?
Why must he know what to do, what to say?
Why can't I tell if I'm a pawn in his game?
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OF MADRIGALS AND MOCKINGBIRDS
Whirling, twirling, the
world is swirling.
Thinning, spinning, you think you're winning?
Evil things seem quite the norm;
your friends are crying up a storm.
The shadows speak; the candles dance.
Will you receive another chance?
Into a darker land you've gone.
How far will you go and stay how long?
There are places both safe and sound;
look to the sky, not to the ground.
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ALL IS...
My thoughts are birds
fluttering in an autumn sky.
All is well.
I watch friends come
and watch them go off on their own.
All is not well.
Enemies become friends
and friends become foes.
All could be better.
My view of the world grows smaller
as I leap toward the sky.
All is lonely.
A glimmer of light shines through
the friends who always say hi.
All is content.
The clock strikes twelve,
the hour of curfew.
All is well.
And I wait for tomorrow.
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INCOMPLETE
...I would wrap my arms
around the sun and squeeze real hard
till night would come.
Then serenade the the silver stars,
the moon, the night with all its charms...
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CYCLES
After light comes dark.
After sadness comes a lark
that sings a song so beautiful
the sun will rise and light the world.
When the Earth is filled with love
there will be a snow-white dove.
This dove will fly against the sky
putting nature back on high.
Life is given a second chance
if only for one short glance.
For evolution the tides must turn.
There are many lessons yet to learn.
As destiny shapers
humans must find,
to avoid problems ahead,
they must relinquish their pride.
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PERSPECTIVE
Now that I walk in more
womanly shoes,
I see things more clearly, but grow more confused.
Knowing 'kisses aren't contracts' and 'presents aren't promises',
That lovers can lie and compassion has cost to it.
Nothing is work when it's a labor of love,
But when love's clouded with doubt, it's the work that is felt.
Creativity's costless, but more rare than gold.
Laughter's contagious, but too often withheld.
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OVER
And now the sun is setting
low,
I know, too soon, I'll have to go
And leave you here alone to stare
On fresh closed doors and empty chairs.
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WILLOW WISH
Walking by a willow,
one night I made a wish.
A wish for love upon that tree
which loomed so far above me.
I watched this wish as up it went
toward love's cruel guardian,
and as it went, it gained a light
which illumined that November night.
Two months I stood and watched it grow
and patiently I waited.
I tried so hard to build that blaze
which wasn't easy through the haze.
And just when I was sure
my wish would soon be heard,
a comet shot across the night
and knocked my wish from Cupid's sight.
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TEDDY
Comfy, cozy, warm, and snug
I can always get a hug from
Teddy.
Crying, trying, holding tight
Teddy will never start a fight
Twisted, turned his thoughts won't be
'cause on his heart it says,
"I love thee."
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ADVICE FROM UNMARRIED
FRIENDS
Health is the keystone,
keep yourselves strong.
Do whatever it takes to make this life long.
Be open with feelings, whatever
they be.
Build your marriage on faith, trust and loyalty.
Support one another in all
that you do.
Your dreams and your goals are what make you, you.
Adventure's the spice for
when life becomes bland.
Explore all the world, but walk hand in hand.
Be creative with romance,
a dinner, some flowers,
trips to buy ice cream at ungodly hours.
Memories tend to last a
long time.
Take care to build good ones and all will be fine.
Be patient and know that
decisions made in haste
are often dangerous and most always a waste.
Laughter and Love…
make the most of these two
and all good things in life will find their way home to you.
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ODE TO A FRIEND
The one who makes me laugh,
the one who makes me cry,
the one who hangs around
while others pass me by.
My friend for every season,
for every circumstance,
there really is no reason
for you to dance the dance.
So thanks for all the good times,
the jokes we'll always share.
it seems it's always those times
that in others are so rare.
So thanks for all you are
and all you'll always be,
for whatever life has for us
you are a friend to me.
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U.G.
Others giggle and joke in
glee,
Sure, I join in, but it's not me
with whom they share their gaiety.
Trapped inside is a flood of tears.
A whirlpool of saddness, spinning for years,
pushing along all memories and fears.
Till talons of coldness take hold,
any kind of defense much too bold,
I fall prey and go numb, as I'm told.
I'd fight back if I felt that I could.
If I knew it would do any good...
to fight for my dreams, is to do what I should.
But my goals seem so far away
and the rain is in such delay
that I end up with nothing to say.
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NOCTURNAL CAPTIVITY
The eerie rays
of the laughing moon
are flowing in
my window
and I hide in bed,
cover up my head
so I cannot see
the shadows
they're casting.
But the shadows dance
and laugh at me
and say I must be
dreaming.
So I pinch myself,
screaming out for help,
since I have no strength
to fight them.
The silver moon
looks down at me
and tells me to
surrender.
He has sent his thugs
by moonlit beams
straight through my
tight closed window.
But I know I have a chance left
when I look upon
my bedstand,
for the clock tells
of the cock's loud crow,
promising
the coming of the
sun king.
Now the cock has crowed
and the sun has shown
his power o'er the
nighttime.
The moon sinks back
into the night
and can be seen
no longer.
The sheets thrown off,
I jump out of bed,
onto the cold floor
running.
I am down the stairs
and at the door
to welcome in
my bright knight,
the morning.
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A CHANCE
Growing to care what you're
made of inside.
Inviting you into a badly bruised heart.
Venturing outside the boundaries I've known.
Exploring what happens when two people jump.
Turning all fears into fancy-free
laughter.
Hating the moments we just pass each other.
Imagining a romance known only in stories.
Seeing reality; feeling possibilities.
Advancing… retreating…
Changing our minds?
Hoping each moment will lead to another.
Adoring you fully, yet still missing something.
Needing to feel that I'm out of your ordinary.
Caring enough to, but not wanting to, go.
Entangled in feelings I've never known.
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WEIGHT
Too much has been said-
Too much unadmitted.
There's me and there's you
And no sum of the two.
Denying your fears they resurface in numbers
And crash all at once
On the shores of my shoulders.
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WE NEVER...
We never spoke of poetry...
Just living life in symmetry,
Fitting together seamlessly,
Spending our time aimlessly.
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LONELY
Wrinkles, drying up, are
on me,
old age crashes all around me.
Ocean brown is churning;
bees of yellow swarming.
Combs of golden honey flowing.
Flying high the sun is shining,
The melting moon is smiling.
A lonely dog is smelling for his family...
his home-sweet-home.
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THE WORST POSSIBLE TIMING
The cowboy has waited for
years, to get his saddle ready;
in his gold heeled boots this cowboy, is walkin' tall and steady.
He sees his dream through his sea-green eyes; he's goin' out to get it.
Everyone's so proud: sheriff, preacher, and townfolk see his merit.
But his biggest fan is this whisp of wind that just blew into town.
She's been seein' an awful lot of him, but he doesn't know she's around.
Maybe if she went away,
he'd notice somethin' was missin'...
the cool, soft breeze on a hot, dry day,
the wind's murmur, when he's listenin'.
She wishes that there was some way to tell him how much she digs him,
but it'd never work between a whisp of wind and a cowboy on a mission.
Had she blown into town a few years before, there might have been a chance,
but she has the worst possible timing, in this here circumstance.
This cowboy's goin' off to earn himself a pair of wings
and the wind hopes that if luck, is what love sometimes brings,
the cowboy will return to take her with him when he flies
and the two of them, cowboy and wind, will one day share the skies.
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11:11
Do you have many closets?
How many skeletons can they hold?
Were you an unhappy youth?
Was I ever young?
Why do I have to respect you?
What have you ever taught me?
Will I ever get the truth from you?
Is that what I really want?
You've given me guilt, confusion... reality?
In the end, you've taught me that life is just one big legality,
which is not always played by the rules of the Game.
Can someone like you really be loved?
I don't love you.
You want me on your side?
You don't deserve it.
Has everything been a lie?
Don't change your story again.
Although we're family, will we ever be friends?
It's 11:11; I'll make a wish.
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VISION
Mixed up, off-balance, the
world spinning viciously along the silken strands of a web.
Laughter, gossip, hatred, love, whirling on the inner struts of a spider's humble
abode.
Confusion, work, stress, eustress, building one on the other; it doesn't matter.
Seeing myself for the very first time, all of my faults, all of my gifts.
A fish gasping for air as I grasp for another chance at life.
A wolf-like creature looking to the moon for solace.
my ladder to Heaven patiently waiting.
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DISTANCE
Kindness inspired mutual
blurring.
Exploring restless lovers' yearnings.
Carefully opening.
Loosely forewarning.
Leaving just enough space.
Then …
Suddenly, everything about
us numbed.
Apathy impaled the tenderness;
Kindred spirits entrenched in nothingness.
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