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A Poem Can Be About Anything

     A Poem Can Be About Anything What shall I share today of me; the shades that sleep under my tree? The wild dogs of the night who drool, or getting an A while yet in school?   Poems mirror … Continue reading

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I Embrace- A Poem

I embrace the green mountain bosoms of the Great Smokies and the calming silence of the lake early mornings, quiet save the splash of a fish in the rising mist, reassuring that after all is said and done, there was … Continue reading

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ADVICE

Dwell not on finding Truth my friend for it shall drive you mad. The eyes that spy the way things are will only leave you sad.   Bedlam is filled with clear-eyed folk whose blinders were shorn away. Unalloyed truth … Continue reading

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PIFFLE DINGER – An earlier ode

MONDAY NIGHT’S POEM With all the boo boos and yoo hoos, to-do’s, who-are-you’s, e-mail news. Poetry Month and broken hips, cherry blossoms and weather dips, serve up a poem, slightly rare with metaphors, if you should dare. Oh, there’ll be … Continue reading

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The Long and the Short of It

Life’s too short Tooth’s too long Horses snort Answer’s wrong. Eyes too bright Pool’s too deep Bra’s too tight He’s too cheap. Sky’s too high Feet too smelly Words can lie Too tight belly Stream beds trickle chewing gum sticks … Continue reading

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IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

I enjoy the  cat’s pajamas they verbalize at times, but not the moans of underlying pain. Don’t let us know what lies ahead a life of somersaults, dance and glee only to be sidetracked by a dislocated knee.  That I’m one … Continue reading

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How Is It That Words Can Comfort?

Most times words miss their mark. They rain down in torrents, oblivious to us and us to them,   not even in our existential language.  We feel bruised  by them, misused,  overcome as though embattled.  How, then,is it even possible … Continue reading

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