Wile away

Sitting here wondering
Where do the hours go?
Is there a world beyond our own
Where those forgotten moments slow?
No use in trying to hold tight
To those errant grains of sand
That slip away so easily
Like dew drops from your hand

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Honourless

The blackened head controls the rest
The arms, the legs, the eyes and chest
But the blackened thoughts are not easily read
Leaving the body mostly dead
To spite itself the honourless cad
Will commit acts most evil and bad


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Uninspired lymeric

I needed another verse for the day
Since yesterday I had nothing to say
But today is no better
I'm grasping for letters
And hoping that this will suffice as a delay!

The boy from Brome

There was a boy from our home
Who wanted far away to roam
He went near and far
Then came back in his car
Saying I prefer a quiet farm near Lake Brome

For you R

I see the darkness
But we are all filled with light
We must all be strong


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Bitter haiku

Sleep. Don't dream of me.
I won't be dreaming of you
I seek attention

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Song

What happens to a voice
When the throat is raw and red
Can one carry on
Saying the things that need be said?
To find a song lacking
Is a most unfortunate thing
But being unable to follow the notes
Is worse than not knowing how to sing

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Round and round

Only smiles at the end of a long day
Curiously enough no tykes want to stay
To spend some time is more than they can take
All so we some money can make
One day we'll all be grown
And all such cares will have flown

Stuck

Where did my muse go?
I cannot tell
A continent of land between us
A never imagined thought
I shall find that muse again
One day soon, I know
For unless I catch that errant rogue
I'll have to remain below

Rush, rush

Hurry up it's already late
You won't have enough time
We are rushing can't you see
We will miss all that's prime



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Winter haiku

Biting cold winds blow
Frozen whiteness blankets all
Inside we sit warm


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Joy

Sitting here soaked in wine
Feeling effervescent and terribly fine
Music rushing through my soul
Burning up with thoughts of every fantasy goal
Knowing that some things might never be
But the images alone are enough for me
As long as I have my imagination
Life will be one long fascination
I will again experience the crazy thrill of a random glance
Wondering if I still stood a chance
Basking in the warmth of a beautiful voice
Knowing that I've made the right choice

Sleep

Another day has run away
In it I hardly had a say
But now I feel the sandman's call
And away I creep into his grand hall


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Centre

The workers all buzz around the hive
Finding honey for the colony to thrive
No slacker here will be let in
If you don't work none will win



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Running

Icy blasts hit my face
The gun annouces another race
And now the day seems rather fast
Nothing ever seems to last
Then one day we'll wake up to find
That we've left our lives behind


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What was

Once very long ago
There used to be so much time
To sit around and dream away
Of all the thoughts you'd rhyme
But now the moments are precious and few
Weaving together only what we can
Cherishing only what we know we should do
And omitting all else from our plan

For you

I've come a real long way, it's true
But there's still so much more for me to do
I've nearly done and been all I ever dreamed
But every fantasy was not all that it seemed
So here I am realizing at last what was meant
To use each hour wisely and to watch how life was spent


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Pain

The pain, the pain has come again
An unwanted friend
Wish the friendship would end
Off to bed now
Yet not sure how


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Tiredness

Let's all close our eyes and sink into deep sleep
Refresh body minds and souls while into dreams we creep
The last foray we take
Should be the final stake




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What?

Caught between heaven and men
Is the writer's scratchy pen
A tool to showcase all we're worth
A scribe is really salt of the earth


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-15 below

A red and sorely frozen nose
Is considered winter's rose
All chapped and runny from the cold
Pockets are meant for tissue to hold
Can't wait for the sun and warmth again
I even prefer a misty rain
To this frigid arctic scene
Where there's hardly a hint of green


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Game lost

There was no magic on the ice
Even with the fans, there was just no dice
So be it the team will endure
For their symbol remains brilliantly pure


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Cycles

Teenage hopes and youthful dreams
Are full of promises and crazy schemes
Some will be fulfilled while others fade from sight
Some will be revised and others will keep you up at night
When we were young we had it all
Now we're just happy not to fall
We see our bodies age and grey
And realize that youth was never meant to stay
The sad lessons that we learned
Can hopefully stop our issues from getting burned


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Really?

Yes we are one world
But again we are not
Not in the sense you think
Which is only surface deep
Our real oneness is far greater
Than this material you would push
Ideas that might have changed this world
But definitely not the next

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Lymric time!

There was an exhausted girl from down under
Who raged like hailstones and thunder
Whenever she was sleep deprived
She cried and she cried saying
I'm going to rip everything assunder!

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Bed time

A little ditty to sign off the night
Though not at home, it's not far from sight
Heading to bed
To rest my weary head
Such a good time
Is always thanks to way too much wine!
;)
Good night all!


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Elastic

Taut. Stretched thin like a rubber band
Watch the shaking of my hand
No control just tension from afar
Wondering how we got to where we are
Praying that the road turns 'round
To a spot on more level ground



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Winter waves

White toes skimming the pavement
In a dance only the wind can create
Weaving easily through traffic and trees
A choreographed tango of mate with mate
Water and cold mixed together
In a way both horrid and grand
Winter's playmates laugh in glee
As they sway breezily to the frozen band



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99

Ah, to roll in green like some
Would really make my day!
Just for an hour to have that ease
Would be enough to pay
For all those things that cost too much
And require us to use a crutch
For we are the 99
For us there's just no cutting in line


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Veil

I'm sitting here in limbo
Wondering where to go
Stuck between nothingness
And a void of darkest shadow
A feeling that will lift
In time I know it's true
But while it's veil persists
Happiness is hard to show


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High up

Send me to the moon and back, I'd really like to go
To see the craters, dust and stars
More magnificent than from below
Over here my feet must touch the ground
Even if my mind will not be bound



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Moon

Send me to the moon and back
I'd really like to go
To see the craters, dust and stars
More magnificent than from below
Here my feet must touch the ground
Even if my head will not be bound


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Hello 2012

Good morning new year
We're glad that you're here
Another year has gone past
We're glad it didn't last
We hope good tidings you bring
To kick off 12 months of good things!


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