Why must all good things,
in order to receive them,
require so much toil?
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A dog’s love’s freely
given as is a summer’s
breeze and star-filled nights.
Why must all good things,
in order to receive them,
require so much toil?
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A dog’s love’s freely
given as is a summer’s
breeze and star-filled nights.
Ever hopeful, we
kids kept jumping off garage
roofs, hoping, this time to fly.
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Just like little birds,
judging that it’s fledgling time,
fling themselves into the sky.
Is there any shame
in finding satisfaction
in the unconventional?
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We can be shamed, but
we don’t have to feel shame for
liking what we like.
This old dog learned some
new tricks and had a whole lot
of fun doing it.
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That life long learning:
the only thing preventing
our howling in the darkness.
The day ends without
a poem, but life still has
both rhyme and reason.
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It’s not quite an end,
more a pause that refreshes,
like that age old ad campaign.
Gradually the light
dims; then it’s gone and only
memories remain.
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Radiant blazes,
far outshining their sources;
those glowing recollections!
Fujiyama wears
her icy tiara still.
How long until it’s stolen?
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If those who love her
are vigilant and act in
time, she will never lose it.
Correcting glitches
one glitch at a time can leave
us feeling almost sublime.
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Glitches can sometimes,
even though quite annoying,
actually be features.
All bristles and spines,
he makes do riding the car
rather than surfing the pines.
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He was looking for
a free ride, a specialty
of our former president.
In the August heat
squirrels hip hop to the steady
beat of falling rain.
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Peepers, frogs, and toads
chorus in the falling rain,
lustily, as dusk descends.
Sometimes the darkness
we watch swallowing the world
Is lighter than forlorn hope.
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With patience, we can
find our way in the darkness
and become bearers of light.
Knox spots a critter
ahead and away he goes
as I trudge slowly behind.
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Begorrah tries too,
but owing to his small mass,
the leash end takes him airborne.
False ferocity,
Napoleonic nature;
more like Chihuahua than Pug.
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Hmmm, reminds me of
some people I know, but just
which ones I’d rather not say.
When will we ever
learn? When will we ever learn?
Please submit answer below.
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The answer, my friend,
is blowing in the wind, and
we’ll learn when our house blows down.
Shining a bright light
where no light should ever shine
devastates all obstruction.
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For some, the brightest
shining light won’t help them see
what’s been right in front of them.
Technology can
puzzle this aging writer
and leave her shaking her pen.
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Technology can’t
replace the razor rapier
wit that guides the writer’s pen.
Who could take offense
at the joyful noise of kids
playing in the neighbor’s yard?
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Sometimes others’ joy
brings smiles, but if our hearts
are aching, it might bring frowns.
As the last one leaves
the nest, to what far shores will
you and your spouse fly?
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These days we’re flying
from one college to the next
but soon horizons expand!
As the hours shrink
til my impending freedom,
my spirit prepares to soar.
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Soon you will fly high,
released at last from the pain
and fatigue that tethered you.
White, billowing clouds
glide across bluest of skies,
invite us to not be blue.
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Who could ever be;
when that one looks like a cat
and that one like an emu?
Some folk got to learn
how to live their lives
not being drama magnets.
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As we learn to be
teflon rather than velcro
for drama, contentment grows.
Even the squirrels
have lost their sizzle these hot
August afternoons.
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The only sizzle
these days is the ozone smell
of our frying atmosphere.
Creativity,
although some times illusive,
often expands with practice.
~
If we want to catch
illusive butterflies, we
have to show up with a net.
From these sundry ills,
despite all my best efforts,
recovery is slow.
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May the healing force
be with you and may you soon
recover your strength.
My fellow poet,
wherefore art thou? I have looked,
but you’re not in sight.
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Catching up on sleep
after long hours working
in the Sun for other folks.
Today’s hidden poem
is asking to be found. Are
you ready to play?
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Pond holds sky’s fallen
tears as nearby trees softly
sway with soothing lullabies.
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Languid in that heat;
humidity oppressive,
relieved by sudden showers.
College kids these days!
“That car has no esthetic!
I can’t drive my friends in that!”
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Maybe they just need
an antiseptic to ease
their entitlement.
With deep purple blooms
gone, hummingbirds are gone too
leaving us to hum alone.
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Butterflies remain
and hummingbirds still hover
where polyculture blossoms.
Some hope for free flight,
to soar graceful as birds,
high on thermals and breezes.
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We can try to move
with grace even if we aren’t
able to fly high.