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Exposed Prose

 

Motivation obsession 

Writing without yawing

Since melody or drawing

Leave only an impression 

 

Concluding a point

Beyond simply feeling

Or emotional kneeling

Gives reason to anoint 

 

Intending to Infuse logic

Each premise is injected 

To prevent the infected 

From becoming chronic

 

Providing a lesson

With questions answered

Knowledge tran...

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Breaking the Grip

Back in March, when we first were accosted with the realities of Covid-19, I decided to write a poem about a person who caught this plague. It seems appropriate now, since so many people, even the President, have tested positive, to share this poem.

The title really has a double meaning. In the old days, "the Grip" was a similar disease, otherwise know as "the Grippe" or influenza. By breaking ...

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An Old Fool

No need to argue that point.

Years ago I dismissed it and

I know my rationale precludes 

any thoughts of revisiting it.

 

As an educated person any

contrary viewpoint deserves

an answer, so I’ve developed 

several I use without thinking.

 

Honestly,  my logic is defensive.

I protect my legacy like you.

I don’t want to and won’t 

accept a flaw I’ve lived with.

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Symbiotic

What is it about a cloud, a raindrop?

With the sky frowning gray and cold, 

casting a dim view for my mind to accept

that brighter days have past.

 

With this forecast, some energy is lost,

gone like the sun behind a wall of reasons.

The can'ts and won'ts sneaking-in to dampen the road,

making the journey long and lonely.

 

Can such power be in that small, cold drop?

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Subtle Savior

I guess I am afraid less

to be judged, than

to not connect.

You won’t want to know

my logic so perceived 

might also be yours.

That one thing can alert

like a pinch or sting,

brings a dread.

And it confirms a hope

hides within the pursuit, 

only by reaching.

But it is easier to stop

thoughts, stop pulling pain

from wounds ripped open.

If not now, then w...

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War Wounds

Getting slammed, hot damn, and we were doin pretty ok.

Had a view, me and you, of getting past the day to day.

Now we’re stuck, outta luck, can’t plug back in again.

The circuits are shorted, grounded, aborted, can’t guess where or when.

We will go somewhere, do something, ain’t afraid just yet

Trouble is the things we do, we did, may never ever reset.

No time to dip a toe, we go...

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Incite To Write

All the others

I know they are not me.

Ever since I can remember

making comparisons is a fixed game.

They all want something.

Just like me.

 

So many words 

make simple questions confusing.

The goal becoming hard to imagine

especially being the same

shade of uniqueness.

So why try?

 

A deep desire

spurs my thoughts awake 

to enter the drama and entic...

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Exit Stage Life

Exit Stage Life

 

This bothers me now.

I’m not looking forward anymore.

The past is all I have.

I just lived, moved on,

Never thought to dwell.

 

I need to clean up the mess.

Don’t want loose ends.

No doubt what my body is saying.

Time is such a deceitful enemy, having danced and skipped freely until squeezing my existence away.

 

Avoidance floods an aged min...

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Loneliness Too

 

Friends and acquaintances many,

Social opportunities galore,

Push button entertainment gives  

easy selections of programs 

but I’m needing more.

 

Creeping in like a dream,

The hunger emerges,

Feelings begging attention 

amid all else transpiring 

but not with a chance to ignore.

 

What little thing is missing?

More a throb than an itch,

The circulat...

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