a poet’s playground – Page 106

fly

take a step back
take a breath
take a look at
what happened
in the past

learned lessons
from un-named friends
gifts & greetings bestowed
from the unknown
shouted obscenities
just to be heard
they weren’t new words
texts & tidbits

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life turned

life turned
a corner today
taking away a dream
replacing with
a nightmare it seemed

it may hurt
to say goodbye
dry the tears
left in your eyes
kiss the sun
tuck in the moon

all is

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the artist

the artist
gazes with other eyes
inspired by fireflies &
magical dust
places trust
upon the canvas

a prismed palate in hand
painting
in glittering gold

unaware
and seemingly uncaring
of what anyone might think
oils blend
into a mélange

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angels play

people
better than you
or me
tread water
to see the light
they have no fear
of an abyss below
for they only look
up at
stars twinkling
while angels play
hide & seek
keeping their identities secret
skipping stones across the

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it

it
was all the shit
heaped up
in a pile
that didn’t need to be
surveyed by me
or you

it
was stuff
left over
from bad places
broken relations
shattered dreams
too

it
was a jumble

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go

don’t wait
any longer
you learned to tie your shoes
long ago
so get up
and go
no need to pack the unnecessary
take only
what you can carry
in your heart
the rest
is excessive paraphernalia
that clogs the mind

a poet's playground

fly

life turned

the artist

angels play

it

go

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