It Remains

I read a simple poem today
A short and lovely thing
It stayed through the morning
As it colored everything

The smile it put upon my face
Every time I recalled the words
Blossoms full of a voiceless joy
With words I have never heard

Such a little thing; easily missed
At a glance as the morning began
Embedded in my mind it stayed
It somehow changed who I am

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To Write

The words are our own
Some we may share
Others are for us alone

If one person reads them
We are truly blessed
Never relinquish the pen

Words with no other goal
Than the love of sharing
Soothing a scarred soul

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Lost To The World

When the old days all fall away
No longer are they of any use
A copy of what has been said
Is now used as a weak excuse

Original thought is a rarity
Sitting under the apple tree
Never allowed in these times
Shackled and no longer free

Once we thought; free to fly
Now too often led by the crowd
Afraid to say or write the truth
We can think; but never out loud

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The Muse

The poet writes in dark of night,
Recounted jewels from my brow,
Through all the day and heavenly light,
Brings a new smile at new art now.

Shedding the soft note in every line,
Steal up the sermon against my time,
Before this kind sweet muse of mine,
The search for memories once sublime.

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They Are Only Words

Do they really matter?
Falling onto the page
The thoughts of only one
May to others enrage

But I am just a poet
And words are my trade
Nothing was ever meant
By what I may have said

Language is a funny thing
Interpretation even more
But behind my trusty pen
Still mightier than a sword

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Morning Routine

4am and the cats want food
Gentle paw strokes bring the light
Coffee is brewing too slow
Excited fur balls around my feet go

On the deck as dawn awakens
Writing a few new daily lines
Blank pages are a favorite thing
The fresh day and what it brings

A world at peace in quiet of sleep
I prayed to God my soul to keep
That others may remain safe
As daylight brings another wave

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More Than Normal

In brazen words a challenge given
To a world faded and mundane
So few will try to understand
Brushed away as being insane

Beyond a rainbow full of gray
Colors sometimes bleed
Never seen by jaded eyes
Time and place will recede

Very few read anymore
Bored of the black and white
Even less try to understand
The rainbow beyond their sight

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When Words Cease

Something is different
Something has changed
Realization; the quiet
No thought or rabble
A clarity so perfect
Nothing to be rearranged

Once it is noticed
It seems to fade away
Nothing to be held
Nothing to be sought
A background to all
No one to see anyway

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Into The Wall

Only curtains remain to fall
Broken words make no sound
Falling as they kiss the ground
Living, backs against the wall

Senses now bow and break
When everything is falling down
Smiles that mask the frown
Through every turn we make

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