…and the furry monster transforms landscapes
as he crashes down, amongst the mountainous range
…of tan, lifeless leaves Fallen to be
in places they never thought they’d see
when ‘ttached to limb of tree.
Category: Poems
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And the furry monster
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Is it the writer’s fault that they think of what they write and its impact, well before it meets your eyes? Yes, because if they can take merit, they can take blame. But what blame is to be measured by gross feats that leave you within writer/mind’s eye?
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Trying to edit what you’ve written is like teaching an old subject to new students.
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in a crowd.txt
I am in a crowd,
with everyone around seeing nothingof who I am. Then,you see me and saymy name with that little winked smile. And,I crumble from obscurity to the one on throne,surrounded by my lovely wife’s eyes.You bring me to the pedestal I always avoided,making sure we bring the worlda little more laughter than we cake take in; youbring me to what seems to be a part of this world,much more than I could ever carry alone.
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Twitter, and other social graphs
A photo of ourselves
Is more an indication
Of self value
And self awareness
Than any quiz
Or friend’s interpretation.I long held comedy my armor,
To be worn in public and private both;
Yet, I do not need such now, as I
I have maturity and life experiences
Which I had not before and may not again.A wise man makes photographs of those he loves
His outward reflection, for he knows
You want to know him,
And what better way than by who he is.
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Furry trees
Droopy leaves,
Furry trees,
Red kisses shown when sudden breeze.How much I love a walk in winter’d early weather; when Fall but rains on tall shoulders in a stroll!
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slinky
I always do this.
I stay awake and search for some knowledge/
Something I can learn and digest;
And, when I’ve found the night’s well dry,
I slink to sleep, defeated.I never go to sleep exhilarated, or as though
I’ve championed something. I always rub my eyes
And bury my head, slowing breath to sleep.
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to heart
Everytime I look around,
another brother falling down;
i just try to raise them up,
tell them i can be like them
or i can be like Him and
keep pressing on, despite
the world; I know the way
they hold onto Earthly things,
and all I have to say
is good luck with that–
I depend on Him, rise with Him,
fall with Him, belong with Him,
live for Him, give to Him
all the time I can/and more.
it’s not about who’s written
this, just who’s taken it to
heart and lived through eyes of His.
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disco ball
Ey, like a disco ball I got t(a) keep spinning
To keep my image fresh; oldest trick
Not written: Change to maintain relevance