Let's pick you up and go from here
A whirlwind trip of two much freer
Let's talk and talk and laugh and learn
And sit under the sun until we burn
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An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
True
Speak not unless freely
Of all your heart holds dear
If you suppose I'm not worthy
It will bring me fast to tear
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Of all your heart holds dear
If you suppose I'm not worthy
It will bring me fast to tear
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Friday, June 8, 2012
?
Let's all forget to play
Forget the end of day
Let's just wallow
Until it's tough to swallow
Then turn around once more
And walk right out that door
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Forget the end of day
Let's just wallow
Until it's tough to swallow
Then turn around once more
And walk right out that door
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Thursday, June 7, 2012
Spring
Ahh, the quirky quests of spring
When all young hearts do sing
The air ripe with floral scents
And minds filled with innocence
These days are worth their weight in gold
As of them so many tales are told
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When all young hearts do sing
The air ripe with floral scents
And minds filled with innocence
These days are worth their weight in gold
As of them so many tales are told
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Fly
Someone is watching
This I know
Someone is planning
How I grow
Each step I take is a pleasure
Each mistake a guarded treasure
From here I find out how and why
From here is where I learn to fly
This I know
Someone is planning
How I grow
Each step I take is a pleasure
Each mistake a guarded treasure
From here I find out how and why
From here is where I learn to fly
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Bro
How many arrows can you dodge
Before one finds its mark
How many hearts can you break
Before being trapped in the dark
If life is more than one long sigh
Then you have to really wonder why
Such actions continue blazing through
With grief and regret the result of what you do
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Before one finds its mark
How many hearts can you break
Before being trapped in the dark
If life is more than one long sigh
Then you have to really wonder why
Such actions continue blazing through
With grief and regret the result of what you do
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Monday, June 4, 2012
Choosing
Here we go round the mulberry bush
When there's bad news you have to push
All feeling aside and use your head
Knowing each time a small part's dead
But all in the end we all can see
Except for he who acts most cowardly
Turning away from what we know
Is how the blackness continues to grow
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When there's bad news you have to push
All feeling aside and use your head
Knowing each time a small part's dead
But all in the end we all can see
Except for he who acts most cowardly
Turning away from what we know
Is how the blackness continues to grow
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Sunday, June 3, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Thoughts
In youth we stand together
Grown we stand alone
Sometimes it gets reversed
When it does it cuts to the bone
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Grown we stand alone
Sometimes it gets reversed
When it does it cuts to the bone
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Friday, June 1, 2012
Nightfall
The ground's still wet
The sun has set
And all that's green will glow
The crickets call
The errant stars fall
While the shadows start to show
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The sun has set
And all that's green will glow
The crickets call
The errant stars fall
While the shadows start to show
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