Dash of Laughter

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A sweet little joint
Sometimes rockin’

Right now, not
A bit too quiet for me
But it’s the eve of Sunday eve

The neighbors and I are done in the yards
Rolling up the sidewalks
Thinking about what to cook for Sunday supper

Here tonight, it’ll be your favorite
Anything I’d prepare, you said
So shall it be

Lots of color, but only a dash of laughter
We’ve run low since you’ve gone

This sweet little joint of a home
Why did you burn it down?

Fenced

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He never his used looking glass
To further contemplate
The diamond in the rough he held
Failed to appreciate

Her too-many facets
Her intellect and whim
All for his sense of pridefulness
What brilliance, lost on him

This woman’s worth upon his life
Her presence in his home
The lack of foresight in him then
Brings his heart now to roam

After School

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I wish I could’ve told her
Someone should’ve told her
That Friday, after school
She radiated! 

Light bounced from her hair
Every which way forever
Stayed with her and it wouldn’t stop
Shot from each strand straight through her

Causing what must be
An eternally electric smile
So I’ll tell the lightning gods
Do not forsake her in school

Better Judgment

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Given space

All it contains
As an endowment, a gift
A choice now

Plunder the earthen quiet
Pluck sentient jewels as personal trophies
Place my footstep as an uncontrolled burn upon what sustains me?

How do I treat thee, miracles


Poison myself no more
Ponder the treasure with all I am
Position omniscience between it and a carnal mind

All the acreage
As certain as certain can be
A zealot protector

Bless’ed space

Ocean Behind

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Goodbye last chance to dance
Again

Saved us

If only for a time
Some heartache
Where, were there a promise
Who’d have forgiven us?

Not us

Again
I wish we’d have danced

Original Thought Credit: “Different Worlds,” Jes Hudak

Ante Meridiem Musings

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How dare I contrast
Confuse
Or compare

The gorgeous rhythm of rain
Upon this corner of the world
Stirring my morningtimes now

With predawn’s blessed birdsong
Celebrating a coming sun
Inspiring my risings back then

Have they not both awakened me
Gloriously
Miraculously

Just Sunshine

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I am told of a song worth singing

That the curveball I ought throw life, in perfect pitch, sounds something like this:

“I’m gonna love you like no one has hurt me
I’ve known just sunshine
Wild imagination, deeply invested
Forever, we’re fine”

This, the lore, these sage storytellers I keep company with implore I believe that

A song I must sing, I am told

Original Thought Credit: “Come Rain or Come Shine;” Music and lyrics by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer, respectively.

Without Filters

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If I told you take your sweet time
The remains of my lifetime
I said it through believing eyes
Promising any number of hours
I’ll just be over here on a shelf
Having a cigarette
Waiting

Well, you know me
Always the optimist
The daydreamer with you
My sheer will ran dry
Three months and I did the math
There’ve been three lies
There’ve been three strikes