Oh Fellow Poet,

have you lingered long in search

of a post vacation rhyme?

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Oft I’ve been titled

Felonious Poet but

my rhymes are mere petty crimes.

Let’s cherish these last

few days of August before

September’s demanding rush.

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Welcome September

and its eternal bustle,

dreading October’s surprise.

As vacation’s sun

westers with the closing day,

must we ready for long nights?

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Cherish your moments

in the sun. They’ll ready you

for long nights to come.

Beach lizards beware!

The mighty sand monsters are

here, there, and everywhere!

~

If you can survive,

you might find those monsters are

busy making more there here.

The unbridled Joy

writ across the kids faces

as they skimmed across the bay.

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Matched by the joy in

 grandmother’s face as she basked

in sun-lit silence and read .

Sun and sand and surf

a sure cure for overwork –

if you just let them.

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Bask under the balm,

stroll across the soothing sand,

flow with the motion of waves.

When a con artist

starts touting conspiracies,

what is he obfuscating?

~

Con artists relate

to facts as adversaries

which need to be overcome.

Self-inflicted wounds

often take more time to heal;

needing stronger medicine.

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As the wise ones say,

pain is inevitable,

suffering is optional.

Vacationing with

a person of few words gives

me a much needed respite.

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Enjoy that silence

while you can. Voluminous

conversants arriving soon.