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How bright the dream
in a poet’s eye ...
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Known as a dogs do-gooder or the agency with a heart,
that never let a dog run free - for fear he’ll get too smart!
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That dear old man would still show me off
and passerbys sometimes paused
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As you trace my face - No civil wrong,
I hesitate, then play along ...
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Let the intellect seek a calm disposition
When calamity, knocks at her door ...
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Transpose those old faces - free-flow to new spaces
For it’s those that will keep you from sinking ... ...
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Whose ‘shoulds’ these are, I think I know
But “Thursday’s child has far to go” ...
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The barbell weighed
five hundred pounds ...
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It’s the last little hole in the Bible belt
that wraps itself right ‘round the Suwannee ...
by waydownuponjoy
56 lines, 18 comments,
on Jul 18 8:33 AM. In Contest, Feelings, Happy, Humor, Imagery, Memories, Metaphor, Nature, Spiritual
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And I would sit silently still ‘til he found
All the keys to my sounding board,
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If just one pea made a Princess pout
So a Prince could be sure of his prize ...
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Make sense, of no sense - or self-interest express,
Cause! - secreted here holds the key to finesse ...
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Retreating she flows, as survive she must
with gravity pulling her onward -
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Gamekeepers please place your weapons to rest
my best protection is ...
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Sparring ... I thought
is really not fun!
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Over the river, out on the grasslands
The gypsy wagons are circled around ...
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A most mystical set
For a stage preconceived ...
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I grieve not for that
which must be free ...
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We seek with eyes that long to see,
Apprise what’s wise for saving grace ...
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The wordsmith is workin’ on rhythm and rhyme
And dreamin’ ‘bout beaches - past, present, in time!
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The world is our stage and all players are we,
‘til life takes our forms to a higher degree!
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but Today is the day
that love’s in full swing -
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Our hopes and our dreams are our daily bread,
Our pasts stand behind all our futures ahead,
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Your thoughts solipsistic, quickly redeemed.
Mimes of silence midst times of screams ... ... ...
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like the rhythm of the tide,
that greets a rushing river ... ... ...
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Today those powers seen through his eyes,
Like proposals that make shy girls blush ...
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She’ll always pose with well-spread arms
perhaps catch passing glance ...
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We now reflect on days gone by
When lies merged with ineptitude ...
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someone else
somewhere else ...
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What do we store
until there’s no more room?
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Spring’s the one of note ...
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A traffic jam within the mind ...
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