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Poems

Since You’re Gone

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The stars shine less bright
Since you’re gone

They no longer
Have a need
To prove themselves

The birds have all taken flight
Since you’re gone

They no longer
Sing
To mimic your voice

The sun doesn’t provide much light
Since you’re gone

It no longer
Has a twin
To bless with its kiss

My heart is as cold as night
Since you’re gone

It no longer
Rejoices
In my chest

Since you’re gone

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Don’t worry, I’m fine :)  This is a love poem to no one, and my heart is not broken.

I Want Your Smiles! #weeklysmile 67

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A little poem for the day.  Nothing too broad or deep, but sometimes simple is best.

Never ending change
The seasons of life
We go through it all
Good times and strife
But I have found
To be worthwhile
To face every turn
With a great big smile

Smiling here on this fine day.  Happy Easter, Passover, Spring Equinox or whatever you celebrate!  And if it is just celebrating a new day, go ahead and celebrate!  But do it with a smile :) Continue reading

The Teasing Month

Before the snow

It’s still winter
With dreams of spring
A teasing day
A teasing flower
With snow
In the forecast
We have lions
And lambs
The ski jacket
Stays unpacked
The shorts
Hidden away
A major thaw
With ice on the trail
Mud season
Will be here soon
As the winter frost
Slowly melts away
Buds
And no leaf
It is March
In New Hampshire

Knowing or Searching

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Some people “just know”
They hear someone speak
Or Twiddle
Or Tweet
And they immediately say
“That’s right”
Or
“That’s wrong”
But there is no in-between
You ask them “why?”
Or
“How do you know?”
And they say
“I just know”

Some people search to find out
Though they trust others
They need to figure things out
For themselves
You ask them “why?”
Or
“How do you know?”
And they say
“I don’t know, but I’ll find out”

I’ll go along with the searchers any day
They’re the ones that will lead us to the stars

Child of My Imagination

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A child of my imagination
Floats free in the world
Catches to a name
Attaches to a person
I look at you and think I know you
But sometimes I’m unsure
Are you who I think you are?
Or is that person I call “you”
Just a child of my imagination?